Lee Jaehyuk didn't speak. He stared at Mr. Han and Mrs Jiya who were staring, before he got up to his feet and left, following Sunmin to his room.
He couldn't remember the last time he had stepped into Sunmin's room. He didn't even remember if he had ever stepped into it before. It was the typical cool guy type of room—neatly arranged and kept.
Jaehyuk casually looked around, watching as Sunmin placed his phone on his study table. "Why did you do it?" Sunmin went straight to the point.
Jaehyuk knew what he was talking about but still met his gaze. "What do you mean?"
Han Sunmin sat down on his bed and looked up at him. "You spoke with my dad. Why did you do that?"
Jaehyuk sighed, both hands in his pockets as he looked around the room, his eyes surveying the framed images of Sunmin as an idol. He didn't see any family pictures in here, only one with him and his late mother.
