They take seats in the secluded booth with a silver round table and black curved couch. Jaehyun initially plans to keep Chanhyun at least in between them so there wouldn’t be any awkward accidental skinships, just in case. Chanhyun does exactly that so he smiles at the kid who smiles back at him, too, when the two adults are already seated on either side of him.
“Are you doing illegal business or something?” Jaehyun asks Yeolchan with furrowed eyebrows. “You seem like the type who’d be a taciturn mafia boss or a silent underground gangster, you know.”
“No, Jaehyun. I’m not a gangster,” Yeolchan patiently answers.
Why he wants to know about what Yeolchan does in life is beyond him, but the guy seems to be really taking his protocol about privacy seriously. He still asks, “So wha
