Like a fevered child or a desperate animal, Wooyun pulled himself into Junghwa's arms, clinging to him, face pressed into the Demon Lord's chest, arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He trembled violently, body shaky like a leaf.
"What in the—" Junghwa's breath caught, his arms hovering in the air, unsure of what to do. For the first time in all his life, Baek Junghwa was stunned. His body froze. Had anyone walked into the room at that moment and seen the expression on his face, they would've believed an evil spirit had come and taken the Demon Lord's face, as it was unlike any other expression he'd ever made. Baek Junghwa was stunned. Every instinct within him wanted to push the young man away.
How he could even think of touching the demon lord in such a manner was beyond him. But then he looked down—really looked—and saw the wild glaze in Wooyun's eyes, the tears pooling at the corners, the teeth clenched so hard they could crack.
