"Why? Are you offended that I put on your clothes without asking?"
For a moment, there was silence.
Sung-min didn't answer right away, and I saw Inseop looking like the robotic statue he made himself out to be. But his fingers twitched near the packages which caught my attention but then, Sung-min threw his face away, as if to hide, cleared his throat, and muttered,
"…No. It's fine."
His voice was low, a little too low, and it made the back of my neck prickle. I wanted to reach him.
But when I got closer to try something, I saw the look in his eyes.
I thought he might've been shy looking at me in his shirt but he wasn't. In fact, his gaze held something not so nice. Was he annoyed? No, it wasn't an annoyance either. It was something else.
"What is it?" I asked but he didn't respond.
He turned to me, looked at my face, and then his eyes followed the line of my neck down to where the loose shirt hung off my shoulder.
I tugged at it instinctively.
