Yeongjae's POV
"Are you not going home? You literally have your own apartment now. Why are you back here?" Jiho's voice drilled into my skull like a construction crew that started work inside my brain.
I groaned and shoved a pillow over my face. His stupidly expensive couch was way too comfortable for a man who hadn't slept properly and absolutely did not want to think about last night.
"Five more minutes," I muttered into the fabric. "Then I'll disappear from your luxurious penthouse."
He didn't laugh. Jiho was immune to drama unless it was profitable.
A second later, the couch dipped near my legs. "Did you and Sora fight again? Did she kick you out of her building?"
That got the pillow off my face.
I shot him a look. "Why does everyone assume she's constantly throwing me out of places?"
"Because she has before."
Fair enough.
