Irene's POV
"I'm not going inside that room," I deadpanned answered. Max raised her eyebrow as if not believing a word I said. And here I am, struggling internally because as much as I would like to deny it, I know Max is winning this game we're both playing.
"Okay unnie. I just informed you so kindly that Mono oppa is sick and that he hasn't eaten since earlier this morning. I wasn't really asking you to bring this tray of food to him since he refused to have anything we bring him," she shrugged her shoulders and was about to walk back to the kitchen with the tray of food on her hands.
My eyes closed as I feel my hands shaking.
They were blackmailing me. They all knew I'm soft for Mono and I hate myself for that.
"Why can't one of the boys take care of him?" I grunted and Max halte
