MINJAE
"Why are you standing at the window?"
His voice came from behind me. I glanced halfway over my shoulder before turning my gaze back to Ara's car parked outside.
"I'm just checking on something," I replied, squinting into the darkness. "Are you sober now?"
Jisoo cleared his throat. "Yeah. I didn't know I couldn't handle alcohol."
"Not judging," I grunted, closing the window. "You haven't touched the real stuff in a long time. Does your company still send you that non-alcoholic beer?"
I walked over, picked up the beer bottle from the table, and sat across from him. The cap hissed as I twisted it open.
Jisoo watched me silently, his eyes carrying a hint of judgment.
"Sungho stopped sending them after we won Best Group of the Year," he said, lips curling with pride.
