Jaewook blinked, caught off guard.
He had expected a child to answer the door, knowing that Jihoon lived together with his little brother. Instead, it was a tall, intimidating man in house clothes, who didn't look the least bit amused.
"That—"
"Are you the friend who had his birthday?"
"…Ah. Yes."
Ryul scanned them over with a flick of his eyes. "Hm. Seems like Jihoon drank quite a bit."
"Yeah, it turned out like this because of the party vibe."
Ryul narrowed his gaze. "You look like you drank too. Don't tell me you were the one driving?"
"Um, no. It was actually my driver."
The older man's questions came one after the other, calm but pointed, like a stern parent quietly evaluating the company his child kept, before finally nodding. "Alright. If that's the case, thank you for bringing him home."
"…."
Jaewook hesitated, wanting to ask who the man was, but before he could, Ryul shifted his attention.
"Jihoon-ah, wake up. You're home," he called gently.
