Chapter 2: The Waiting Room (1)
“Have you lost your mind?"
Ha Hee-Jeong had been acting odd all night. I had probably smacked her on the head too hard earlier, sending her teetering on the edge of sanity. There was no other plausible explanation for her sudden lapse into such absurd rantings.
“Enough. You’re so drunk that you’re not even making any sense anymore, so let’s just go home."
Frustrated, I sighed deeply and downed my glass of soju. We still had half a bottle left. It seemed like such a shame to throw it away, but it was far more important to ensure that Ha Hee-Jeong was okay.
When I tried to stand, Ha Hee-Jeong grabbed my arm to stop me.
“There's no time for this, Kwon Su-Hyeok! Shut up and listen to me."
Her gaze pinned me with the same terrifying intensity from moments before, preventing me from retorting.
With my pride stung, I reluctantly sat back down. The bitter taste of alcohol lingered on my tongue.
Irked, I gruffly retorted, “Alright, for argument’s sake, let’s say you traveled back from the future. What then? Did you come back with lottery numbers or something?"