The Hunter Wants to Live Quietly (bl)

Even if I don't know who took the photo, I'll definitely deal with them. Cha Eui-jae forced himself to suppress his writhing urge for destruction and subtly moved his foot aside. He ignored the snicker he heard next to him.

"Sa-young, J goes out of their way to carry you so carefully, you should at least say thank you."

'Please, just be quiet.'

Cha Eui-jae clenched his teeth. Bae Won-woo's well-meaning but useless support fire, doubling as a lesson in manners, was pointless. He caught a glimpse of a slightly higher raised corner of the lips and resigned himself. There was no place left to escape.

Rustle, rustle, the sound of a newspaper being flipped echoed clearly. Just as he thought he heard a brief chuckle, an arm wrapped around his shoulder, bringing a sweet scent closer. Lee Sa-young whispered teasingly.

"...Thanks?"

'Is that the voice of someone who's grateful?'

But Bae Won-woo, acting as though he were Lee Sa-young's father, awkwardly chuckled.

"Oh dear, sorry about that. Sa-young isn't great at expressing it, but he's a good person."

"Ah, sure."

"Not many people are as good as him..."

Had the dictionary definition of "good" changed while he was trapped in the Rift? Just as Cha Eui-jae was at a loss for words, Bae Won-woo rubbed his arm. Lee Sa-young, who had been leaning crookedly against Cha Eui-jae, squinted his eyes.