Chapter 475
‘Wh... what is this?’
Startled that someone might see him like this, Jung Dajun hurriedly pushed Seo Hoyun inside. Cold air slipped through the gap in the veranda window, but the house was faintly filled with the smell of cigarettes.
‘Is this really Hoyun-hyung?’
By all accounts, idols—
Do not smoke.
Do not date.
And maintain absolute self-control.
Those were the very standards Seo Hoyun himself had once set, claiming they were essential to becoming a successful celebrity.
“......Hyung.”
But Seo Hoyun looked like a wreck.
Jung Dajun had planned to scold him the moment they met, yet seeing him there in the narrow entryway, face weary and lifeless, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Mud and rainwater dripped from Dajun’s shoes onto the floor as he asked in a small, trembling voice,