He picked up his large suitcase and padded jacket and headed to the room. The bed and desk stood alone in the otherwise empty space, confirming what Wooheon had said about using the room only for sex. The large glass window overlooking the garden was nice, but the room still felt strangely empty.
“...Still, it’s not every day you get to live in a place like this.”
The damp, cramped inn Yueul had been staying at was barely big enough for him to lie down in. There was no bed, and the blanket reeked from being used by many others.
Even though Wooheon was terrifying, putting up with that fear to live here didn’t seem like such a bad deal.
Yueul set his suitcase down and walked over to the desk. On it were the two books Wooheon had mentioned, along with a notebook and a pen.
The books, titled
