“You’re looking better,” Sunho remarks.
“Thanks. I’m feeling it, too,” Yeolchan says, sliding over a cup of coffee on the table towards his cousin.
Sunho takes a sip and tries his hard to hide his grimace.
“Come on. Say it,” Yeolchan urges him knowingly.
Sighing, Sunho carefully puts back the cup on the table. “You’ve worked your ass in a coffee shop for years and still, your coffee tastes like shit.”
“I prefer to think that I have a unique blend,” Yeolchan retorts. “And besides, we both know that you just like my best friend’s coffee better.”
“I can f*****g hear you, you know.”
Chortling, Yeolchan glances at Jaesoo who’s been quietly sipping his own coffee in one corner while reviewing files on Yeolchan’s desk.
“Why is he still so angry at me?” Sunho asks,
