Chapter 8 | Knotted

With one kiss from Choi Kiwon, the fact that all his anxiety went away was a somewhat unfamiliar feeling to Naeon. And Kiwon could feel that small change all the way through. Unlike the usual way he sat and ate while forcing himself to act like a sack of barley set down in place, the way he kept subtly watching for cues and acting quick made it obvious how artificially hard he was trying. Today, Naeon's chopstick work was fast, and the sound of him chewing and swallowing the rice was urgent. “Eat…