They took a bath and lay there in silence next to each other. Wooyun's heart thundered violently on his chest, and his palms started to condense with moisture. He was certain Baek Junghwa could hear how nervous he was, but the man made no attempt to voice his strange behaviour.
In fact, he'd been acting strange all day; he'd just been hiding as well as he possibly could. The last thing he wanted was for the Demon King to know he had sex on his mind during their time together. Wooyun had thick skin, but it wasn't made of steel.
As he pondered all of this, Junghwa's mouth snaked into a smile. "What strange ideas are going through your mind, little chick?" His voice was low, smooth, like margarine gliding on a piece of toast.
The young man's soul jumped out of his chest as his head snapped towards the Demon King, who was already looking at him, his inky eyes filled with unrestrained amusement.
