"Your foot..." 

"And what about it?" 

Sayoung replied in a calm, amused tone, his violet eyes glinting mischievously as they gazed at Uijae. The slight pressure on Uijae’s ankle remained, the fabric of his pants brushing lightly with every subtle movement. Unable to ignore the sensation, Uijae quickly set his bread down.

"Wait, wait, hold on." 

"It's not 'wait'—you should be addressing me properly." 

The soft pressure of Sayoung’s foot against his ankle continued, teasing the fabric of Uijae's pants and making him clench his fists instinctively. Unable to hold back, he forced out a response.

"...Lee Sayoung." 

"Yes? I'm …