"....."
Rim Young fell silent. Keeping his composure, he carefully reached up and attempted to pry Wi Hajoon's hand away from his shirt. There was no way he intended to start removing his clothes in the back of a car, especially with a staff member sitting only a few feet away. Unfortunately, Wi Hajoon seemed to have other ideas. The moment he realized Rim Young was trying to free himself, his grip tightened.
The fabric bunched beneath his fingers as they curled deeper into the material, refusing to let go. What had begun as a simple tug became a stubborn hold, as though Wi Hajoon had unconsciously decided that the shirt now belonged to him. Rim Young glanced down at the wrinkled fabric and then back up at Wi Hajoon.
"Later... For now, let me just guide you through contact."
