TAEYANG'S usual cool expression was gone. In its place was a look Haneul had never seen on him before. His eyebrows were drawn together just a little, and his eyes had a soft, wounded look to them. He looked like a puppy that had just been scolded and didn't understand why.
"Do you feel uncomfortable with me picking you up?" he asked. If he had dog ears on top of his head right now, they would probably droop down.
Haneul stopped and just stared. This was the first time he had ever seen this kind of expression on the other's face. He had never even imagined that Taeyang could look like this. It was so unexpectedly adorable that Haneul felt his heart do a funny little squeeze. He suddenly had the urge to pull the other to me and hug him tightly. If not for his self-control, he would probably do just that.
So, instead, he just cleared his throat. He decided to clear up the misunderstanding right away, before Taeyang got it in his head that Haneul really hated being picked up by him.
