The Muse

The residence of Chairman Baek of the Sangwon Group, said to have been designed by a famous architect, was an impressive structure at first glance. The dark gray building, made of seamless glass that revealed nothing inside, exuded a cold but sophisticated atmosphere.In front of it, pine trees and junipers were planted around a pond. Admiring the evergreen needles, even in the middle of winter, Sihoo twitched his fingers. His white, smooth fingers reached toward none other than his own neck.He pressed various spots on his neck with his thumb, squinting his eyes. A peculiar heat rose as his fingers grazed the protruding Adam’s apple. As he prodded it, Sihoo’s thoughts wandered to a younger boy.Specifically, he was recalling the oral sex they’d engaged in not long ago. The low voice muttering curses, the grip of a hand yanking his hair, and the cock that plunged deep into his throat, leaving him unable to close his mouth. Every detail felt vivid, as though it had happened yesterday.Press, press.His fingers pushed harder against his Adam’s apple. A slight pain arose, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. With a blank expression, Sihoo pondered.“I might get hard.”It was a revelation that would shock anyone around him. Sihoo lowered his hand and exhaled deeply. The faint breath disappeared into the air in an instant.Surprisingly, Sihoo didn’t find the moment when his throat had been roughly dominated unpleasant. The aggressive thrusts that ignored his resistance, the cock that pressed tightly against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, filling the space—it had all been strangely enjoyable. That was why, standing in front of his parents’ house, the memory resurfaced.Feeling the mingling of pain and pleasure, Sihoo examined his hands. He stared at the palm lines etched there, recalling Yejun’s words from that time.“I won’t do that again.”“I’ll never do something like that again, I swear.”“…Please, don’t hate me.”Though Sihoo had maintained his composure, those words had deeply unsettled him. The realization that he had been aroused by “something like that” had hit him like a blow to the back of the head. The shock of feeling like he’d turned into some kind of masochist had made his heart lurch violently.Reflecting on his past confusion, Sihoo’s brow furrowed slightly.“Am I an idiot?”Sihoo muttered to himself in a voice low enough that no one could hear.“Both of us are.”You, apologizing without realizing I was turned on. And me, unable to say that I’d enjoyed having my throat filled and suggesting we do it again. For two people who’d decided to have fun together, their actions had been hopelessly foolish.Of course, Sihoo knew he could still reach out and tell the truth even now. It wasn’t difficult. All it would take was sending a single message.[Let’s try it the same way next time.]The reason he couldn’t make the suggestion was his own confusion about this sudden realization of his preferences. Was he not into being sucked but rather into sucking? How could he have enjoyed being filled so deeply that he could hardly breathe? He couldn’t understand himself.“…”Sihoo’s lips twitched, and he fell silent once more. Although his face was composed, his faintly trembling eyelids betrayed his inner turmoil.“Hyung.”The unexpected address made him forget how to breathe for a split second. Sihoo widened his eyes and turned around.“Why are you so startled?”The person who had reminded him of Yoo Yejun turned out to be someone else entirely—a man boasting long legs. His wavy brown hair and fox-like slanted eyes were captivating.Instead of replying, Sihoo silently observed the approaching man’s attire. Over a hoodie, he wore a white padded jacket. Underneath his jeans, he sported sneakers, accessorized with piercings, bracelets, and rings. From head to toe, he exuded an air of carefree freedom, a stark contrast to Sihoo’s immaculate suit.Facing the man tilting his head in curiosity, Sihoo softly called out his name.“Baek Doyoung.”Baek Doyoung. Sihoo’s elder cousin but younger in years. Doyoung approached without hesitation and jabbed his elbow lightly into Sihoo’s side—a move no one else would dare but which he executed effortlessly.“What are you doing standing here in the cold?”“…Thinking.”“Thinking? About what, your lover?”As soon as he finished, Doyoung chuckled lightly, amused even at his own words.Realizing immediately that it was a joke, Sihoo naturally ignored his question. As he started walking, Doyoung followed with a sly smile.“Relax your face. Aren’t you happy to see me after so long?”“It’s not like it’s been that long. We just saw each other at the meeting.”“Personally, it’s been a while. If anyone saw us, they’d think we’re coworkers, not family. We only ever meet for business.”Sihoo shifted his gaze to his cheeky younger brother.“Then make time.”“Hmm?”“I said, make time, Baek Doyoung. Like you said, so we can meet often outside of work too.”“You’re joking, right?”“Does it sound like a joke?”Of course, it was a joke and nothing more. It was just a way to tease Doyoung, who was lamenting playfully.Hiding his true feelings, Sihoo looked at him blankly. In response, Doyoung shrugged lightly, saying, “Oh, come on.”“Honestly, I’m really busy these days.”“I figured as much.”“If you knew, why tell me to make time? But seriously, I’m so busy. I wish there were 48 hours in a day.”There was even a hint of pleasure in his last remark. Without being asked, Doyoung continued chatting away, “Really busy, you know? Crazy busy.” His bright tone subtly revealed a sense of pride. The childlike excitement on his face made Sihoo frown slightly.“I’ll tell the family about it when they arrive.”“I’m not interested.”“Come on, show some interest. What kind of person has no curiosity at all?”“…”“Some people adore their siblings, you know. They call and check in whenever they get a chance, like they’re going to spoil them rotten.”Sihoo clamped his mouth shut, signaling he had no interest in hearing more. What did it matter to him if someone adored their sibling? From the sound of it, it wasn’t even someone he knew.Doyoung glanced at his silent older brother and chuckled to himself. His face, flushed red with excitement, displayed a carefree expression that irked Sihoo.“You’re not on something, are you?”The thought crossed his mind, and Sihoo scrutinized Doyoung from head to toe. But despite the sharp gaze, Doyoung showed no discomfort, only grinning wider.“Why are you looking at me like that?”“…”No matter how he looked at him, something felt off. Sihoo had a gut feeling Doyoung was up to something. Hoping he was wrong, Sihoo frowned.“I’d rather not have a junkie for a brother.”⟡ ݁₊ .Not long after, Sihoo discovered that his brother wasn’t a junkie. While that was a relief, his expression didn’t show relief but rather exasperation. Standing upright, Sihoo glanced around him.“…”“…”“…”The three other silent individuals were all members of his family. His father, wide-eyed, was clearly flustered, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor as a businessman. Beside him, his mother opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.While his parents were visibly shaken, the eldest brother was pressing his temples firmly, his trembling pupils betraying his own distress. After scanning his shocked family, Sihoo turned to Doyoung, who stood alone, and spoke.“That’s your Lunar New Year greeting?”Doyoung flashed a radiant smile on his handsome face. His charming grin was fit for the lead in a romantic movie.“Yeah, why? Is there a problem? Mom asked what I’ve been up to, so I told her.”“Repeat what you just said.”“Sure thing.”Despite the weight of Sihoo’s voice, which might have flustered someone else, Doyoung’s expression remained unaffected. Instead, he nodded readily and glanced around at the family members seated on the sofa. Sihoo distinctly noticed the moment Doyoung’s eyes sparkled like gemstones.“I’m seeing someone,” Doyoung announced. “We’re in a serious relationship, and I’m deeply in love. I wanted to let you all know.”The eldest brother coughed loudly, exclaiming, “Cough!” Then, as if in disbelief, he furrowed his brow at the youngest sibling.“Good one, Baek Doyoung. For a second, I thought you were serious.”“…”Doyoung didn’t respond, only smiling silently. Then, lowering his long lashes, he gave a slight shake of his head. His slightly flushed cheeks and softened gaze surprisingly carried a hint of shyness.Seeing the usually playful Doyoung turn serious left the entire family speechless. Even Sihoo instinctively sensed that Doyoung wasn’t lying.He felt the eldest brother’s gaze on his cheek. Turning his head, he saw him silently mouthing the words, Did you know? Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Sihoo used his expression to indicate that this was news to him.After a long silence, their father was the first to rise. Their mother followed shortly, placing a hand on his back and whispering something. The two then turned to look at Doyoung simultaneously.“Doyoung, come with me for a moment.”Despite the curt tone of their father’s request, Doyoung didn’t shrink back. If anything, his face brightened further. He followed without hesitation, a smile still curving his lips. Watching the backs of his swiftly disappearing family, Sihoo absentmindedly traced the sharp line of his jaw.So that’s what he’s been busy with.It turned out Doyoung had been preoccupied with romance. The words he’d said earlier still echoed in Sihoo’s mind.“I’m seeing someone. We’re in a serious relationship, and I’m deeply in love.”Love.The sincerity in that word felt surreal. Baek Doyoung, of all people?Sihoo knew his younger brother well. While Doyoung always wore a kind and amiable smile, he wasn’t the type to favor deep, lasting relationships. Especially when it came to romance, he hadn’t shown the slightest interest. Instead of investing in one person, he preferred to casually connect with several.He’d had countless short-term partners, treating physical relationships as light and disposable. And now, suddenly, he claimed to be in love?“Love?”His muttered disbelief hung in the air. Shaking his head, Sihoo recalled Doyoung’s earnest expression and muttered, “He must be crazy.” The words nearly left his mouth, but before he could say them, the eldest brother sighed audibly.“Still, he’s better off than the two of us. At least he’s found someone to love.”When Sihoo frowned, the eldest brother smiled faintly.“What?”“I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Hyung. Didn’t you hear earlier? His partner is his secretary, a man six years older.”Sihoo shifted his gaze toward where their parents and Doyoung had disappeared.“Do you think our parents will accept this?”“Of course they will.”At those words, Sihoo turned back to his brother.“He’s the youngest.”Hyung gave a light wave of his right hand and nodded slightly.“You know how much our parents dote on Doyoung. If it were you or me, it might be a different story, but they’d never try to break his stubborn will.”“…”“They might even support him. Besides, the person he says he loves is Yoo Yeonwoo. You know how capable Yeonwoo is. And also…”Sihoo’s focus wavered. The phrase if it were you or me kept echoing in his mind.Hyung’s argument was valid. Their parents were uniquely lenient toward Baek Doyoung. Even when Doyoung had abruptly moved to the U.S. or caused trouble upon returning, their parents had been the same. Even for formal events requiring proper attire, Doyoung would defy expectations and show up in jeans, yet their parents would only click their tongues and never reprimand him harshly.“Do you think he’d listen to us?”Though their tone sometimes seemed weary, it was always laced with love and understanding for their youngest.“…Yeah, this isn’t the first time.”“See?”“…”“Doyoung will convince them. He’s good at talking, isn’t he?”Hyung’s voice carried a hint of resigned amusement. Sihoo stayed silent, idly running his hand along the armrest of the sofa. He wasn’t one to dwell on favoritism. At his age, he understood well enough that his aging parents weren’t going to change. And now that he was in his thirties, he had no desire to act like a child about it.Even so, why did he feel so dissatisfied?“What’s with your face?”Hyung, having read Sihoo’s expression, blinked before saying, “Oh, oh, you,” in an odd tone, shuffling closer.“Don’t tell me you’re dating?”What nonsense was this?“What?”“I said, are you dating? Is that why you’re secretly worried? That our parents might disapprove?”“…”“Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it true?!”Hyung’s sudden loud voice brimmed with excitement. Sihoo didn’t bother hiding his incredulous expression as he looked him over.“…It’s not even worth answering.”“Ah, come on. Really? Nothing?”As soon as the question ended, Sihoo nodded. His impassive face showed no signs of wavering. Realizing he was serious, Hyung deflated, waving his hand dismissively.“What on earth were you imagining?”“Want to hear it? Baek Sihoo secretly dating an ordinary person. Meanwhile, our parents unknowingly set him up with the child of some prominent family. At the meeting, Baek Sihoo announces he already has a partner and storms out—”“You’re enjoying this way too much.”Murmuring in a bored tone, Sihoo stifled a sigh. Dating? Just the thought of it was exhausting. He was too busy focusing on himself to be tied down in a relationship like that.Yejun’s face naturally came to mind. The reason he could maintain a minimal level of energy with that kid was simple: there were no romantic feelings involved. Sihoo was certain of it.“…Please don’t hate me.”That cautious voice echoed in his ears. He could picture Yejun’s healthy-colored cheeks, slightly drooping eyes, and the tear mole that made him look particularly melancholic that day. Like a guilty puppy, it had made Sihoo smile silently. The irritation he’d been feeling began to dissipate, replaced by a faint amusement that tickled his fingertips.“You two are still sitting here?”Just then, Doyoung appeared alone. Strolling over leisurely, he nodded briefly at his two brothers. Curious about his reaction, Sihoo studied the youngest’s demeanor. Soon enough, he realized Doyoung was suppressing his excitement.As expected, Doyoung’s eyes curved into a smile, crescent-shaped and glinting with triumph.“Baek Doyoung.”Standing up, Sihoo adjusted his tie lightly. His next words were calm.“Let’s talk outside.”⟡ ݁₊ .His brother was in a relationship. If it had been anyone else, Sihoo wouldn’t have cared. Even if it had been the eldest brother, he would’ve just nodded, thinking it was bound to happen eventually.But Baek Doyoung was different. A kid who always seemed worlds apart from the concept of dating was now openly expressing affection for someone, even showing signs of shyness. That clear face and trembling voice—this was a side of Doyoung that Sihoo had never seen before.“He’s so kind. His smile is beautiful. You think he doesn’t look that great? That’s part of his charm.”When Sihoo had asked what he liked about this person, he ended up hearing more than he’d wanted. Stories about how Doyoung, of all people, had been the one to fall first. That the person was kind, capable, mature, handsome, well-mannered, good to their family, and attentive.Watching his brother gush about his partner, Sihoo began to worry.Is this kid even making the right choice?Seeing his love-struck brother was like watching a moth recklessly fly into a flame. He couldn’t help but wonder if this partner might end up betraying him.The plausibility of this thought brought a twinge of unease that rippled through his spine. Clicking his tongue softly, Sihoo muttered under his breath.“I can’t trust this.”In truth, Sihoo and Doyoung had more of a teasing relationship, exchanging snarky remarks without a second thought. Comments like “Why are you such a mess?” and “Why are you such a stick-in-the-mud?” were common, the kind that would shock others if overheard, but they delivered them without batting an eye.That didn’t mean he disliked his only brother. On the contrary, Doyoung was one of the few people in the world Sihoo genuinely cared about. He simply chose not to express that affection in kind words.This time, Sihoo decided to express his concerns through actions rather than words. That’s why he went straight to meet his younger brother’s boyfriend and secretary.“Yoo Yeonwoo?”The man called Yoo Yeonwoo had been about to cross the parking lot. Having waited in advance, Sihoo carefully scrutinized his face. Standing not far away, Yeonwoo wore a puzzled expression, as if he couldn’t understand why Baek Doyoung’s older brother was there.“You said you’d be here early, and you meant it.”Opening the conversation, Sihoo walked toward him. Up close, Yeonwoo was a striking, cold-looking man. His neatly combed hair, sharp eyes behind glasses, and immaculate suit created a clean, intellectual air.“…”Yeonwoo’s face still held a questioning look. His large, dark pupils sparkled with a clarity that evoked a strange feeling in Sihoo. Keeping his gaze fixed on him, Sihoo tried to identify what this feeling was.And within seconds, he realized the name of what he felt: déjà vu.He reminds me of someone.He had no idea why the thought crossed his mind. He’d seen Yoo Yeonwoo’s face a few times before, given that he was Doyoung’s personal secretary. Yet, suddenly feeling as though Yeonwoo resembled someone baffled him.Perhaps finding Sihoo’s gaze burdensome, Yoo Yeonwoo quickly lowered his eyes. Taking it as a sign to wait for him to speak, Sihoo abandoned his musings.As if he could resemble anyone. Ridiculous thought.Breaking the silence, Sihoo extended his large, firm hand.“We’re talking privately for the first time.”For now, figuring out what kind of person he was came first. Sihoo spoke in his characteristic polite yet unsettling tone.“I’d like you to spare me a moment.”Yeonwoo’s eyebrows twitched, seemingly caught off guard.“Right now?”“Yes.”“…”Yeonwoo clamped his lips shut, his eyes asking for a reason. Perhaps he was unaware that Doyoung had dropped a bombshell on the family.“It’s nothing serious.”“Sorry?”“I just wanted to hear about your relationship. Nothing serious, so relax.”As they crossed the parking lot, Sihoo explained his reason for coming. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp intake of breath. Yeonwoo had gone rigid like a statue, his complexion turning pale as the moon. It seemed he realized something had happened that he wasn’t aware of when he heard “relationship.”Just as I thought.Clearly, Yeonwoo hadn’t known. Watching the shocked man, Sihoo tilted his head slightly.“Follow me.”His brief command made Yeonwoo’s eyelids tremble. Still, not intending to remain standing there, Yeonwoo soon lowered his long lashes and walked after him. His expression was complicated as he stared down at the ground.Observing Yeonwoo’s profile, Sihoo let out a quiet “hmm.” Still reeling from shock, Yeonwoo avoided meeting his gaze until the end. After briefly studying the tightly shut line of Yeonwoo’s lips, Sihoo quickened his steps, trying to shake off the familiar feeling that kept surfacing.⟡ ݁₊ .“It’s not Doyoung who’s lacking; it’s me.”At Yeonwoo’s statement, Sihoo’s expression turned intrigued. They were sitting in a corner of a café near the office, where workers bustled about.Looking at the clearly tense Yeonwoo, Sihoo asked what exactly he found so appealing. He then deliberately added these words:“Doyoung is young, frivolous, and probably the type to make silly jokes. Don’t you think he’s a bit lacking as a partner?”The moment he pointed out Doyoung’s flaws, Yeonwoo’s calm demeanor shifted. His widened eyes betrayed his desire to refute the claim, and sure enough, he frowned and spoke up, his voice tinged with frustration. It wasn’t Doyoung who was lacking, but himself.It didn’t take much for Sihoo to realize he meant it. He could already picture Baek Doyoung grinning from ear to ear with joy.“What exactly?”“Sorry?”“What exactly do you like so much about him?”“Kind, considerate.”“Hmm.”Doyoung said the same thing. Watching how well they seemed to get along, Sihoo cast a look at Yeonwoo, signaling for him to continue.“And in many ways, I owe him a great deal. …So how could I not like him?”“…”“He’s more than I deserve.”Yeonwoo’s cheeks flushed red. His softened eyes, wistful expression, and slightly trembling lips unmistakably belonged to someone deeply in love. It was clear that his affection for Doyoung was overflowing.As he observed the overwhelmed Yeonwoo, Sihoo found himself strangely fascinated. How could someone care so much for another? It was a feeling Sihoo had never experienced.For a brief moment, he imagined himself drowning in emotions like Doyoung or Yeonwoo. The thought made his stomach churn as though he’d eaten something too rich.“Yeonwoo hyung.”Before long, Doyoung entered the café. He strode in briskly, his face full of tension. He was clearly upset that his second eldest brother had come to see his partner without warning. As he approached hurriedly, Doyoung’s sharp gaze landed on Sihoo.“Must’ve been tough, putting up with someone like him.”Yeonwoo’s eyes widened at the blunt and irritable greeting. His dark pupils reflected both fondness for his lover and confusion at the sudden hostility.Meanwhile, Sihoo greeted Baek Doyoung with an impassive expression. “Putting up with someone like him,” huh. Anyone would think he’d doused Yoo Yeonwoo with water.“I was curious. Wanted to see who would date you.”“Why bother? It’s not like you don’t know Yeonwoo hyung. You’ve met him before—several times, in fact.”“Seeing him as a secretary and seeing him as my brother’s partner are different things.”Doyoung maintained his prickly demeanor, his furrowed brow signaling that he wanted no nonsense.Sihoo understood the overreaction. Both he and Doyoung were dominant Alphas, sharing a preference for casual, fleeting relationships. It was obvious that Doyoung, insecure about his Omega partner, was anxious his promiscuous brother might lay a hand on him.What a funny kid. His lover may be attractive to him, but I couldn’t care less. With a faint smirk, Sihoo rose from his seat.“I’ll take my leave now. Let’s have a longer conversation next time.”As he turned to go, Sihoo deliberately left a trace of his pheromones on Yeonwoo’s neck. It was a petty move to get under Doyoung’s skin after his rude welcome.Before stepping out, Sihoo glanced back at the pair. They were already leaning close, whispering to each other with tender looks.“…”Peeking into their little world, Sihoo shook his head. Thinking of the assistants likely waiting for him in the lobby, he walked away.The wind outside carried the sharp scent of winter, brushing against his face. The cold bit into his smooth cheeks like needles.Was it because he’d witnessed such a display of affection first thing in the morning? His mouth tasted bitter all of a sudden. Slipping his hand into his coat pocket, Sihoo fiddled with the first thing he touched. Its cold, smooth surface was not his phone but a lighter.The feel of it in his palm stirred a sudden urge to smoke. That led him to a narrow alley between buildings, away from the company premises.Holding the cigarette to his lips naturally, Sihoo lowered his gaze. Behind him, the sound of tires screeching lingered in the air—a sharp reminder that he was in the heart of Seoul.Yeah. He seems like a good person.As a businessman, Sihoo had a sharp eye and excellent instincts, far better than most. He could immediately identify promising business partners and decide which alliances would benefit his company the most. It was this ability that earned him the reputation of being a young, capable elite rather than an incompetent heir.From what Sihoo had seen, Yoo Yeonwoo was a decent person. Polite yet quietly firm. Above all, his extraordinary affection for Doyoung was his most admirable quality.A stream of smoke escaped between his slightly parted lips and floated skyward. Fixing his gaze on the rapidly vanishing trail, Sihoo’s throat quivered. Sucking on something long and white brought an unexpected itch to his throat.Realizing this, Sihoo’s eyes narrowed. He raised his free hand to brush the corner of his lips, recalling a moment when they had almost torn.Strange.Why did the memory of Yejun’s cock, which had filled him so deeply that he couldn’t breathe, come to mind all of a sudden?“…”Looking down at the cigarette in his hand, Sihoo remained silent. Yet, his throat continued to twitch faintly as if yearning for the object that had once filled it.Finding myself aroused so absurdly often, I let out a breathy laugh, “Ha,” mixed with amusement. Just then, the phone inside my coat vibrated.Yoo Yejun [Are you at work?]Yoo Yejun [It’s cold outside. Take care not to catch a cold.]The next message arrived a little later.Yoo Yejun [I miss you.]I miss you too. I want to suck your dick again.Sihoo’s lips curved faintly as he stared at the phone screen. Bitter-tasting cum, intense body scent, and scorching flesh—things that should have been repellent. Yet, why did he still dwell on them, licking his lips as if savoring the memory?After exhaling another long trail of white smoke, Sihoo made a call. As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, a slightly surprised voice answered, “Hello?”— Aren’t you at work?“Not yet. I’m outside.”When he added, “I’ll head in soon,” Yejun let out a low chuckle. Not understanding the meaning of the laugh, Sihoo tilted his head slightly.“Why?”— I just like it, hearing your voice makes me happy.Yoo Yejun’s voice, probably because it was morning, sounded hoarser than usual. The slightly metallic tone gave it a subtle sensuality. Sihoo shifted his gaze to the gray sky and casually threw out his words.“I was sucking on something else instead of you.”— …Who else, if not me?“I didn’t say it was another person, Yejun. I said something else.”A brief silence fell. Sihoo, curious about what Yejun would say, held the cigarette in his mouth and let his hand fall away. His fingers slipped into his pocket, searching for the silver lighter.— I don’t like that either.The jealousy-laced whisper almost made Sihoo burst into laughter. Sliding the cigarette back between his fingers, he whispered mockingly.“You do it too.”— Me?“Smoking.”— …“Are you jealous even of smoking? Yoo Yejun, you’re a demanding partner. I didn’t think you were like that.”He intentionally used the word partner. It was a subtle way of drawing a line, signaling not to play the role of a lover. The ash fell to the ground, scattering near his shoes. Slowly crushing it underfoot, he spoke again.“Cut me some slack. I can’t suck on yours right now.”— Ah, Hyung.“Why?”— Do you all turn out like this as you get older?Was he picking a fight? The sudden mention of age made Sihoo tilt his head again. As his pale forehead tensed, Yejun calmly continued.— You say things like that so casually. Is that what happens when you hit your 30s?“Probably not. I used to say stuff like this when I was your age too.”— But Hyung doesn’t even know how old I am yet.True to Yejun’s point, Sihoo still didn’t know his partner’s age. Age, school, and other personal details—he hadn’t bothered to ask for a simple reason: they weren’t necessary. It wouldn’t be a lie to say he was curious, but Sihoo prioritized efficiency over curiosity.Just as he was about to say, Why should I bother learning about you?, Yejun let out a dry cough. The sound of it made the hand holding the cigarette lower instinctively.“Yejun.”— Yes.“Your voice is hoarse. Are you sick?”The thought that it wasn’t just because it was morning flashed through his mind. Sure enough, Yejun chuckled awkwardly and readily admitted his condition.— I think I caught a cold.“Since when?”— Since last night. Don’t worry too much.At the additional remark, Sihoo unconsciously furrowed his brows.