Mr. Jeon was dragging me through the lobby like a mom hauling her toddler away from the candy aisle at 9 p.m.
The only thing missing was me throwing myself on the floor and screaming, 'I WANT GUMMY BEARS!'
I yanked my hand back the moment Hanuel disappeared from view like a dramatic K-drama fadeout.
Mr. Jeon turned to me slowly—with the same expression you'd have if someone sneezed directly on your million dollar Bugatti.
Utter disgust.
And a pinch of betrayal.
"Are you being serious right now?! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING?" I exploded like a shaken soda can.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Jeon asked, his judgmental aura strong enough to shame satellites out of orbit within a 30 km radius.
"WHY?! Why are you and Hanuel acting like two peacocks in mating season?! Why are you making me act like your girlfriend?!"I shrieked, seconds away from a meltdown.
He turned to me slowly, calm as ever, not even blinking.
