He managed to blurt it out, but what followed was suffocating silence.
With his eyes still tightly shut, Yueul peeked one open to find Wooheon still in the same position, staring at him.
Wooheon, who seemed to be waiting for him to open his eyes, finally spoke.
“Didn’t you say you hated sex?”
“Well, yes, but... you said you’d show me how to enjoy it.”
Wooheon didn’t respond.
When Yueul lied about liking him, Wooheon had considered going along with it, maybe even having sex to keep up the pretense.
But now, even that wasn’t an option.
Now that the truth was out, what would be the point?
Yueul shifted nervously as Wooheon stayed silent.
“...Y-you’ll collapse if you’re too stressed.”
“And how exactly do you know that, Mr. Lee? Did my brother tell you that?”
“...That, and the person who came by last time mentioned it.”
“So, are you saying you’ll help me ‘relieve my stress’ every time I get worked up?”
Wooheon stood up, observing Yueul’s unexpected offer.