He put on his shoes and looked over at the weasel huddled in the corner.
Yueul stood on his hind legs, clearly waiting for Wooheon to leave.
Wooheon turned away sharply.
“Why am I even... sigh. I’m gonna leave now, so go wash up. If the owners sees a grown-ass man jumping around their lawn buck-naked, they’ll probably keel over.”
The scruffy weasel craned his neck and bowed politely—still remembered to say thank you, even in this awkward and uncomfortable situation.
Wooheon watched as bits of leaves and dirt clung to the weasel’s fur, then bit down on his lip.
“I can’t believe I find that cute. Maybe I need to get checked out.”
Well... to be fair, weasels were kind of cute.
By snake standards, a black mamba could also be considered cute—but to any human, an all-black snake with a pitch-dark mouth? That was nothing short of terrifying.
Wooheon sighed.
His heart hadn’t stopped pounding since he’d admitted his feelings yesterday, but his mouth still tasted bitter.
