Chapter 8

“What are you talking about…” “You’re flustered,” Guk Jiho observed simply. The way he smirked, twisting just one side of his mouth, was both insolent and aggressive. “No, I mean, are you messing with me? Of course I am, when you suddenly bring up something I know nothing about.” “You should be baffled. Not flustered.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Min Jaegyu clenched and unclenched his fists. The smile that had naturally bloomed while dealing with his junior, who was acting friendly for the first time in a while, hadn’t completely faded yet. His face, bearing a bizarre expression that was neither smiling nor angry, flushed bright red as if he were dead drunk.