Chapter 102
The place Tae-seo had been dragged into was a fitting room. It was suffocatingly tight with two men squeezed into a space meant for just one. In a way, that might’ve been a stroke of luck for Tae-seo. Because it was a space where you couldn’t even extend your arms properly, Tae-seo planned to strike the man behind him when he saw the chance. It was a fitting room—if things got noisy, someone might come over to check what was going on.
Now.
He swung his elbow backward. With a grunt, the arm holding him loosened, and just as Tae-seo reached toward the fitting room’s lock—
“Yoon Tae-seo.”
It was a familiar voice. Tae-seo turned his head, and the other’s hat came off, revealing his face. He’d been elbowed in the face—his lip was split.
Tae-seo’s mouth dropped open in shock at Kang In-hyuk’s irritated expression as he wiped the blood from his lips.
“You.”
He was about to ask, Do you even know what the hell you’re doing?—but In-hyuk moved faster. He reached forward, as if to cover Tae-seo’s mouth.
“Shh.”
“What the hell?”
Tae-seo shoved In-hyuk’s hand away.
“I have something to say.”