Joon-ho, overhearing this, shot up from his seat like a volcano erupting. His face was burning red, eyes sharp. "WHAT did you just say?" His voice was low but dangerous, like thunder rumbling before a storm.
Soo-yeon raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, amusement in his eyes. "Ohhh… seems like someone's in trouble," she teased, glancing at Seo-jun.
Seo-jun squeaked and buried his face in his hands. "I—don't—please… don't yell at me!"
Hye-mi crossed his arms, grinning devilishly. "Ahh, Seo-jun… you're hopeless. Look at that face. Totally busted. But… I might keep it a secret. Maybe."
Joon-ho growled, his jaw tight, pacing slightly. "I can't believe this. My son… with two guys… and didn't even tell me?!"
Soo-yeon laughed aloud, shaking his head. "Oh my god, Joon-ho… calm down. It's not the end of the world. Look at him—he's pure chaos right now."
Seo-jun peeked through his fingers, groaning, "I hate all of you right now…"
