After the young man took his leave, Wooyun could feel a pair of red-hot eyes on him. His heart raced as he turned around ever so slowly and met Baek Junghwa's inky gaze. Pools of dark ink he could get lost in.
Wooyun swallowed. "So…how was today's lesson?" He asked, desperate to fill the electrically charged air around them.
Junghwa's full lips stretched into a smile for the first time today. "It was adequate enough, I suppose."
His brows lifted. "Why adequate? Wi Chan-woo was able to perform the last technique in the layer."
The man made his way towards him. "That is not what I meant, my dear disciple."
Wooyun's head tilted to the side. "Then what do you mean, Master?"
He finally reached him and brought his hand to the side of his face, caressing the soft skin. "I told you to call me by my name when we are alone," he whispered, his voice honeyed.
