The Silent Anthropomorph

Wooheon clicked his tongue.

“...How could you let me go out in this? You didn’t even say anything,” Yueul mumbled under his breath, pouting.

Wooheon looked at him, incredulous.

“Are you blaming me? Did I tell you to wear something heavy since its cold outside?”

“...No.”

Yueul shrank into himself, cowed by Wooheon’s sharp tone.

He had been so focused on the two-minute deadline that he hadn’t even thought about what clothes he was grabbing.

“Can you... maybe turn on the air conditioning?”

Yueul asked timidly.

“I’ll turn it on if I feel like it. Damn, I can’t believe he stuck me with someone this ridiculous,” Wooheon muttered, grumbling about Wooseok as he cracked the window slightly to let out the heat.

He sighed deeply, finding the weasel beside him increasingly foolish and frustrating.

‘Should’ve just scared him off for good, maybe even kick him out before bringing up that ‘having sex’ thing.’

The thought kept spinning in his head.