Chapter 12.3
Woojin ground the beans again without a word.
The things that bothered him weren’t limited to just the flaws of Haewon’s officetel. Haewon had actual pajamas to wear, yet he still went around in Woojin’s dress shirt like it was sleepwear. Whenever he lifted his arms, his bare thighs ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) and ass peeked out underneath.
Before meeting Woojin, Haewon had been with many men, and somewhere along the way, Woojin had started thinking that others must have seen this same version of Haewon—free-spirited if he wanted to be generous, vulgar if he wasn’t. Just the thought twisted Woojin’s expression like he’d smelled something rotten.
Woojin’s mug, used every morning to chug coffee in near-bowl quantities, was larger than normal. Made of thick ceramic, it was too heavy for Haewon to handle with one hand. So Haewon clutched it with both hands and sipped.
He turned to Woojin, who stood waiting in front of the still-dripping coffee maker. Woojin looked back, and Haewon averted his eyes. When Woojin silently asked “what,” Haewon swallowed his coffee and spoke.
“You should ease up on the drinking. Don’t black out.”
“The deputy chief kept pouring. I couldn’t say no.”
“All it takes is one bad turn.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Woojin genuinely didn’t understand, but Haewon hesitated, thinking he was being called out.
“You’re the one who has to look after your health.”
“You sucked my soul dry all night, and now you wanna say that?”