Chapter 11

I was watching the two of them with a deeply satisfied grin when Seongjae finally looked me up and down. He literally recoiled. “Wait—what the hell are you wearing?” “Huh? Why?” “Are those leather pants? And why is your shirt buttoned all the way up to your throat?” “Huh? Is it really that bad?” I turned. “Junghyun, do you think I look weird?” Honestly, I hadn’t factored “fashion” into my wardrobe choices today. I had purely prioritized defense—meaning, clothes that were difficult for another man to physically remove from my body. That was how I ended up wearing a shirt with a million tiny buttons and skin-tight leather pants.