“You left your son in the hands of a complete stranger, and you’re out here acting like you’re the victim.”
The glare Jaesoo sends Yeolchan makes him feel even guiltier by the second so he doesn’t say anything to him yet. He waits for it—for the peak of his best friend’s wrath to unleash—before Yeolchan will slowly try to argue his way out of this guilt, like always.
“Do you want me to knock some sense into your thick skull or what?”
Yeolchan takes his whiskey in one go and slams the glass back on the table. It’s his fifth glass tonight; he’s surprised Jaesoo isn’t stopping him from taking more yet. “He’s no stranger to Chanhyun,” he finally manages to mumble. “He’s... he’s the real father.”
“You know what I think this is? This is you, being insecure of your place in Chanhy
