The Hated Male Concubine

on, Yihan opened his mouth.

“What are you?” 

Hwawoon’s heart dropped the moment he heard that.
The question of ‘what are you’ sounded like a question that dug up through his lies.
Hwawoon reflectively pulled his hand that was held by the emperor, but instead of letting off his hand, Yihan held it even stronger and pulled him closer, meeting his eyes. 

The space between the two, which had already been close, was now close enough for their breaths to reach the tip of each other’s noses.
Yihan’s hand, which was big enough to hold both of Hwawoon’s wrists in one hand, held Hwawoon’s wrist stronger.
It was a force that Hwawoon was unable to escape from.
Hwawoon’s pupil began to shake. 

“Yo-your Majesty…”

“There’s no way Yeon Hwawoon can do this.
This… you… you can’t do this to me.”

The emperor looked like he was bewitched.
He felt that it would be better if the one in front of him right now said he was not Hwawoon, but a fox with nine tails who was transforming and trying to lure himself away.

“I… to you, this… this…”

Because if that wasn’t the case, then Yihan couldn’t explain the feeling he felt for Hwawoon at this moment.
He didn’t want to explain it as well.

“Your Majesty… I… I…”

Hwawoon hesitated, couldn’t bring himself to speak out words that were held in his mouth.
He could not know exactly why the emperor looked so confused and anxious, but it was not wrong that all the actions he, who was Hawoon, had done as Yeon Hwawoon, were so disturbing and uncomfortable for this person. 

“Ah…!”

Suddenly, a little moan flew out of Hwawoon’s lips.
This was because Yihan’s hand, which had been holding Hwawoon’s wrist with a strong force from the beginning, was pressing Hwawoon with a stronger force. 

“I have no more expectations of you.”  

Rather than words for Hwawoon, the words said by Yihan at that time were closer to his own determination.
He thought it was the moonlight’s fault.
He believed that because the unusually bright moonlight gently wrapped Hwawoon, he was captivated with useless feelings.

If not, then how could Sung Yihan, how could it be no other else but Yeon Hwawoon,

How could he want to pull him into his arms and hug him? 

Yihan thought that it would be impossible if he was being rational.

“I don’t believe you…”