Chapter 12.2
“Ah, fuck, you're heavy as shit. You don’t even look it—why the hell are you so heavy? Is this all muscle?”
“I think I’m gonna puke.”
“No, don’t! Hold it in! You can’t do that here!”
Panicking wouldn’t make the elevator rise any faster, but Jung Ho-myung anxiously stared at the floor display as he struggled to support Woojin, half-carrying him up.
As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Jung dragged Woojin out. He jabbed at the doorbell to Haewon’s officetel like a madman, slamming it over and over so hard it made noise.
“Just hang on a bit longer! Please, sunbae! Just a little more!”
“I’m dizzy... I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Woojin muttered. Jung continued hammering at the bell like a maniac, then set him down on the ground.
“I got him here safely. Alright then, goodnight.”
The door hadn’t even opened yet, but Jung bolted back toward the elevator like he couldn’t get away fast enough. The elevator took him down.
Woojin, who had been slumped over with one elbow propped on his knee, stood up as the elevator stopped on the first floor. He brushed off his disheveled clothes.
Before Haewon could open the door, Woojin punched in the code and let himself inside. Haewon had just come out of the bathroom, a shower gown wrapped around him—he must’ve jumped out mid-shower at the sound of the doorbell.