"Eat."
"We should drink! "
"Drink... ah, no, you don't want to meet Taekyon oppa reeking of alcohol, do you? If he hits you, I'm not stopping him."
The "hit" here was nothing more than a light tap on the head, just as a form of punishment.
But honestly, over the years, Seong Taekyon has perfected the art of knocking on the head.
Hmm...
To be precise, he's practiced it on Kim Yerin's head.
The youngest is always the most mischievous.
"I'm just saying... Can I buy it and take it back?"
Although the hotel's meals aren't that expensive, once alcohol is involved, the price skyrockets.
Bae Juhyun understands this too, so she doesn't answer, just gives Son Seungwan a side-eye.
It wasn't until Son Seungwan settled down that she let out a light huff.
"I'm not a fool."
"But you are a big head."
"Ya shi!"
Son Seungwan chuckled awkwardly, hurriedly picking up the phone, signaling Bae Juhyun to be quiet.
"Bang"
"Bang"
