“What did you do?” Jaehyun asks one of the maids, his eyes closed in a tight shut as he massages his temple.
One of the maids pushes the other one to answer for the sake of the other two. “W-we tried to serve him breakfast in his room, Mr. Byul. But he started yelling, and throwing things at us and...”
Her voice slowly trails off as they all notice the glare that Jaehyun is giving them. “How many times did I tell you last night not to barge into his room without his permission?”
“B-but he won’t answer our knocks and—”
“I don’t f*****g care!” Jaehyun paces three steps away and walks back to them. It’s not even seven in the morning yet, on a Sunday, and he wakes up to the deafening screams from the room next door just because people won’t follow his simple instructions. “I to
