Wooyun's brows lifted, but he nodded. "I'm sorry for not disclosing my identity. We were trying to be less conspicuous." He replied, giving him a smile of apology.
"I understand. It wouldn't be wise to have a lot of eyes on you." He said, showcasing his habit of being truthful and genuine, even with the little storm brewing in his heart.
This was information no one was privy to, not even his little sister, to whom he shared everything, that he felt a little sour whenever he looked at the young man. A beauty that had the face of a woman and the body of a man, capable of enchanting even the burliest of men without so much of a flutter of an eyelash.
Though Namgoong Ha-joon was but a fictional character who wasn't aware of the modern world and the wonders that lay in it, he knew there were probably hymns and poems written about men who looked like Han Seo-yoon. It was no wonder Heo Eun-woo had fallen for him.
