"I'm a musician," Myung-woo answered, interrupting him with a smile. "And that's why I still can't tell you my name. Please, understand for now."
Yun-tae stared at his sincere smile.
Ah, he thought he wouldn't disclose that information since it was also personal.
"I'm trying to win as many brownie points as I can with you," Myung-woo said, inching closer. "So, of course, I'd tell you anything you want to know. The only exception is my name, okay?"
"O-okay," Yun-tae answered, his face lightly flushing again. 'He said brownie points.'
What was wrong with him? The littlest things made him flush and his heart was just so stupidly going along with it.
At this rate, his face was going to start heating up for real.
As Yun-tae typed out the text to his father, pausing and then erasing several times while trying to get the right words, Myung-woo watched him with a serious expression.
He was working so hard. So cute.
