Chapter 29

Leaning deep into his seat, Haegyeon stretched his legs out like laundry hung to dry and closed his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. “Living as a gangster’s son makes it hard to make friends. Kids avoid you, and I didn’t want to cause them trouble either. The only friend I had was the son of my father’s lackey.” Jiho didn’t step on the accelerator. Was their speed even six miles per hour? It was just enough to roll forward on its own with the gear in Drive. The car carrying them flowed leisurely along the deserted pier like river water.