139 – Recolor

Eun-ha reacted indifferently. Whatever. Didn't he know I was this kind of person? Why act surprised now.

Around that time, Eun-ha was gradually becoming brazen. How should he put it? He had stopped trying to maintain even a minimum of dignity or pretense in front of the boy. It was born out of a slight curiosity. A curiosity—or perhaps a wicked thought—about exactly how much would be okay. How much the boy could handle.

They got into the car to return home. Holding the steering wheel while mentioning Eun-ha's wrist as a pretext, Yeon-jun voiced his thoughts like a complaint.