I glanced back at Inseop, who was left to do the dishes himself, and... Correct me if I'm wrong, but... What was with that melancholic expression of relief I saw on his face as he dropped the dishes in the sink?
If I had to interpret it — don't know — it would be something like him reminiscing on the last time he actually did dishes.
That might be it, but it could be something else as well.
I don't know, I'll just assume it's what I'm thinking now.
Then, that means I did a good thing.
While I was thinking of this and staring at Inseop, I didn't know Sung-min glanced back at me.
The moment he saw me staring at Inseop, he clicked his tongue, which caught my attention.
"What's the matter?" I asked but he couldn't answer. "Sung-min, you—"
"I don't know." He suddenly snapped. "I don't know, Joon-ho. I feel uncomfortable so stop asking and stop looking at Esper Inseop."
He said and then stopped. He suddenly lifted me off the floor and threw me over his shoulder.
