Maybe it was the warmth of those large hands or the quiet reassurance they provided… Whatever it was, it made Jihoon falter.
This unfamiliar comfort was dangerous.
It chipped away at the walls he had carefully built, threatening to expose thoughts he had long kept buried.
Jihoon opened his mouth, an instinctive urge to speak rising in his throat. But at the last second, he clamped it shut, swallowing his words before they could spill out.
It had been so long since someone had paid this much attention to him that, for a moment, Jihoon let his guard down.
'I almost made a huge mistake…'
He couldn't afford to burden Ryul with his problems. The last thing he wanted was to become a nuisance…someone the man would grow tired of and avoid in the future.
So, Jihoon exhaled slowly, forcing a smile as he shook his head, brushing the moment off.
"It's nothing. Really."
