“It’s so hot… Maybe you should take your clothes off.”
Sung Joon couldn’t help the grin that flickered across his lips, the silent laughter reaching his eyes. The sun, one of his least favorite things in the world, had been beating down on their back for the last half hour of their walk. As much as he’d have loved to comply with her suggestion, he was sure that stripping in front of the little children in the park would be a bad idea. Terrible even.
“I have a feeling that you want me to get arrested,” he teased, gently pushing Dahye just enough to make her stumble. “If we go swimming, I might consider it. Here? Not so much.”