Park min's POV
I was driving with some wrinkles curled at the front of my head because Yu Jin had spent the entire day running after the "perfect" sparkly green dinosaur for Rin, and now he was sitting in the passenger seat acting like I was the one who fucked up the schedule.
Rain slammed the windshield so hard the wipers sounded like they were crying. I kept both hands on the wheel, eyes squinting through the blur.
"You could say thank you," I muttered.
"For what?" Yu Jin didn't even look at me. "For missing our flight because you drive like an old man?"
"I drive like someone who doesn't want to die in a ditch. You're welcome."
He huffed and crossed his arms. The silent treatment lasted exactly thirty seconds.
"There." He pointed at a half-dead neon sign. VACANCY. "Pull in before we end up sleeping in this car."
I turned into the parking lot. The place looked like it rented rooms by the hour and regrets by the dozen.
