I'm tired. Let's just go.
If anyone else plans to try killing me today, they'd better speak now or forever hold their bullets, because I won't take it lightly with anyone who tries to disturb my peace.
Sung-min opened the car door for me as if afraid I would vanish again. I didn't blame him. If our positions were switched, I would've chained him to my side.
Inseop followed silently behind us and obediently got into the back seat. I noticed Sung-min glance at him through the reflection of the car window, with tensed shoulders. He didn't trust him either.
And now that he knows someone is after my head, he's keeping his guard up more than ever.
"Let's go home," I said, more like a tired exhale than a demand, and that was all Sung-min needed.
As he started the car, he glanced at me. Those glances became even more frequent, like he had something to say to me but couldn't bring himself to speak the words.
I rested my arm on the door frame and stared at him.
