“I hope you both stay well... We’ll miss you guys.”
“Sure, come by again sometime—if we’re still alive by then.”
Wooheon stood in the yard, arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
‘When had they gotten that close?’
Anyone watching would’ve thought they were family.
As Yueul bowed politely and told the old couple how much fun he’d had, Wooheon chewed his lip in irritation.
After standing through that whole ‘heartwarming’ scene, Wooheon finally moved.
He stepped right up behind Yueul and tugged on his shirt.
“We’re leaving.”
He shot the elderly couple a sharp glare, as if they’d done something wrong.
Wooheon all but dragged him out. Yueul stumbled a bit, caught off guard.
「See, no one ever taught me this kind of thing. So, I’m clumsy. I’m not good at communicating with others. That’s why I need you to show me.」
That’s what Wooheon had said.
But would he really listen to his instructions?
Yueul wasn’t sure, but he wanted to try.
