Jungwha looked soft. So incredibly soft that for a moment, Wooyun had to rub one eye just to make sure he was seeing correctly. The Demon King was by no means a frigid man, but very rarely did he show vulnerability. He was always light, playful and carefree, and on certain occasions, he could be downright terrifying but never soft.
That was not the word Wooyun would use to define him. But at this moment, his brows were downturned, his inky eyes lidded, and his lips were pursed almost like a pout. What Wooyun didn't know was that Junghwa was biting the inside of his mouth so he wouldn't utter words he'd come to regret.
He finally took a sharp breath before grabbing the young man by the neck. Wooyun shivered as those dark eyes fell on him, his grip firm on his throat, daring him to move a muscle. His lips, full and pink now that they've recovered their natural colour, parted ever so slightly. "What on earth would ever possess you to utter such words, little chick?" He drawled.
