Imagine telling someone that their entire world was a book, that they were a character in it, and as the reader, he was privy to what happened next. Wouldn't they think you're crazy?
Yeah, there was no way in hell he could say that.
Seeing the troubled look on his face, Junghwa sighed. "You'll have to forgive your master. I thought one of your reasons for wanting to go had to do with that gentleman we met today. What was his name?"
"Eun-woo?" He said with disbelief.
Junghwa nodded.
"Why would you think that, master?"
Junghwa studied his face, searching for any signs of deceit, but he saw none. So he doesn't know. Maybe that's for the best.
The Demon Lord then smiled. "It's nothing, just your master worrying about useless things. We should go to bed. It's getting late."
Wooyun hadn't realized how quickly time went by. He got up to leave, but Junghwa's strong hands wrapped around his wrist, stopping him. "Master?"
