Baek Junghwa stood there, his eyes strained on Lee Wooyun, taking in every movement, lips, jaw, nose, brow, before meeting his gaze. Lee Wooyun's eyes, smaller and more slanted than Han Seo-yoon's, held the same dark marbles, now shinier with unshed tears, tinged pink with emotion.
He moved down to his nose, narrow and upturned, then his cheeks, less full but smooth, pale and blemish-free like Seo-yoon's. His lips were pink, curved, and full. Everything about him was different yet familiar. Still, Junghwa found him lovely. His heart beat as quickly as when he looked at his disciple. The urge to touch him was just as strong, if not more so. No matter who he was or looked like, he was still his little chick. Nothing would change that.
