“They call him The Beast.”
Joy stopped shoving chips into her mouth at Angela’s words. Irene, who sat on the bed beside Angela, paused in the middle of brushing Wendy's hair, and Wendy, seizing the distraction, escaped from Irene's grasp to sit on a chair opposite Joy's, picking up her discarded manga.
Joy furrowed her brow. "Who is what again?”
Angela grinned over the giant plushie she was hugging. “Jae. I heard his friends call him The Beast.”
“The best?” Irene asked curiously.
“No. The Beast. As in monster.”
“Why do they call him that?”
“I don’t know why exactly,” Angela admitted. “I haven’t found out.”
Irene glanced at Joy with a grin, remarking teasingly, “Maybe they mean that he’s a beast in bed?”
“Oh, gross,” Joy scowled, throwing a chip at Irene.
"Hey!" Wendy admonished,
