Ha-joon smirked as he slid into a seat across from him. "And you haven't changed. Still counting the minutes."
Eun-woo quietly took his place beside Wooyun. A servant arrived, setting down a porcelain tray with a teapot and three cups painted with delicate blue plum blossoms. Steam curled upward, carrying the soft fragrance of chrysanthemum tea.
"Young master Han Seo-yoon, Young Master Heo," Ha-joon gestured casually between them, "this is Ji-seok. We've known each other for years. Don't let his plain looks fool you, he's got a knack for hearing things before anyone else."
Ji-seok's eyes shifted between Eun-woo and Wooyun, sharp yet unreadable, as if weighing him in silence before offering the barest of nods.
"So, what is this precious information you have for us?" Ha-joon asked, getting straight to the point. They were pressed for time after all.
"But me a drink first, then I'll tell you, " he said.
