Chapter 11.6
Woojin put a cigarette between his lips and lit it.
After spending the time it took to finish a smoke, he came back inside. His eyes met Haewon’s almost immediately.
“That champagne—what is it? My birthday gift?”
Haewon pointed at the bottle Woojin had brought. His face looked a bit disappointed, like he was asking, Seriously? You're calling it a birthday celebration with just that?
Woojin snorted inwardly at how ridiculous it was. Just like the people he himself scoffed at for getting spoiled with affection, Haewon was lost in his own self-importance, unable to read the room.
“You caught me. If you hadn’t changed the door code, I might’ve been able to sneak in with it and surprise you.”
“...Right. So you’re just cashing in on that pretty face of yours.”
“What?”
“You should’ve brought wine. I don’t even like champagne.”
With a lukewarm expression, Haewon dismissed the champagne Woojin had saved for when he finally dealt with Take 3. It wasn’t exactly bought for his birthday, but still. To Haewon, it was nothing.
He didn’t even notice Woojin’s displeased stare as he casually asked, “So, what are you going to make for dinner?”
This was the same person who wouldn’t flinch even if given a watch more expensive than his annual salary—so of course, nothing would impress him. He was never satisfied, never excited.