Sangwoo, who had put all of his belongings in his backpack, suddenly stood up and walked away. He acted as if there weren't anyone else in the room. Sangwoo stopped in front of the door.
“I'm leaving. See you at the next meeting,” he said while looking at the door.
'That guy's next meeting. Just say that it's tomorrow.'
“Yeah… Bye,” Jaeyoung murmured behind Sangwoo's head.
After a while, there was the sound of banging on the iron door. Jaeyoung swept his face with his palm and glanced at the ceiling. Should he have done that again? Did he really have to do that to a person who wasn't good with physical affection? Despite that, Chu Sangwoo's response was a bit too weird to explain it as discomfort.
“I need a cigarette.”
An inexplicable sense of incompatibility controlled Jaeyoung's mi
