I’m a pervert. I realized this fact at the tender age of seven. Thanks to adults who were likely tired of dealing with a “terrible two’s” turned “mischievous seven,” I ended up watching a children’s cartoon. My reaction to the show was, shall we say, a tad different from my peers. The heroine’s screams during a kidnapping scene? Those weren’t cries born from an exceptional sense of justice.
“Oh no!”
It was a squeal of pure delight.
“Oh nooo…”
I’m an idiot. I’m realizing this fact right now. I have no idea when Baek Eunsoo reads my mind, or if he’s reading it at all—maybe he’s seeing, hearing, or sensing it. All I know is that we were in the same elevator, him being my team leader and all, when a strange static shock zapped between us. Suddenly, all my thoughts were being shared with him. And because of this, our lives have done a complete 180…
Baek Eunsoo, hands clasped demurely in front of his crӨtch. With a Herculean effort, he clenches his hands tighter, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing bulge in his pants practically screaming my name.
Eunsoo, are you a psychic by any chance?
My palms were damp with a cold sweat. Time to drive the point home.
Baek Eunsoo, you idiot.
The last thing I saw before fleeing my apartment was the twitch of Baek Eunsoo’s usually placid eyebrows.
“Haaang!”
“You’re always especially loud when I poke here. At first, I thought I was doing something wrong…”
“Ang! Ang! Ang!”
“I’m glad I’m not.”
“Haa…ung…”
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I don’t have any amazing, convenient abilities like that, you know! This is a collapse of balance and world-building. An absurd, unreasonable, and unbalanced one-way street!
“I know, right?”
But even without the mind-reading network, I can tell. By the flush on Baek Eunsoo’s cheeks. By the way his usually neat black hair is disheveled. By the low growl rumbling in his throat, like a tiger’s purr.
“Feels good.”
That this hidden pervert is extremely aroʊ$ɛ d right now.
