Minho's sharp eyes swept over the scene.
He was happy to see that she was doing much better after yesterday. But his eyes scrunched when the focused on the only other male in the restaurant.
Jaehwan sitting across from Haeun at a cozy table by the window, the intimate atmosphere, the way they had been leaning toward each other in conversation.
What were the two of them doing here? Alone? Were they dating?
The thought sent a surge of something hot and possessive through his chest, something that felt dangerously close to jealousy. Seeing Jaehwan again, sitting so comfortably with Haeun, made his jaw clench involuntarily.
Without hesitation, Minho strode toward their table, that familiar smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. It was the one that usually made people either swoon or want to punch him, and he knew Haeun would want to punch him.
"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked, though he was already pulling out the empty chair before either of them could respond.
