“Surely you’re not trembling?”
In the mirror, the familiar black uniform was reflected. Jio whipped around.
“…How about you knock?”
“I did.”
Leaning lazily against the door, Jin Gyeoul tapped his knuckles in a mock knock, wearing a mischievous smile.
Incorrigible.
When Jio shot him a sulky glance, the attendants helping with her dressing briskly cleared out.
“Because of you they panic and run away.”
“Then this humble one will help. I’ve rolled across battlefields for years—think I can’t manage a uniform?”
When Jio eyed him with suspicion, he grinned.
“Of course, I’m better at taking them off.”
“Pervert. If you’re going to talk crap, get out. I’m busy.”
“If the tutor who taught court etiquette heard that, she’d weep. Hardly fitting words to pass the lips of a noble king.”
“What do you want me to do about being born and raised on the streets? Got a problem with my vulgarity?”
“No.”
Fastening the buttons with practiced ease, Jin Gyeoul kissed Jio on the cheek.
“Because it’s cute. Makes me want to strip you out of that uniform and roll around vulgar with you.”
“…You must be insane.”
Jio shoved his now-goofing cheek away, hard.
“Ow.” He made a show of…