“…….” Sunggoo was having a hard time forming words. On the other hand, Woojin didn’t speak. Even still, his chopsticks continued moving. 

He picked up a piece of beef entrails and dipped in the sauce. He carefully placed it on top of a perilla leaf, followed by a piece of garlic he’d already dipped in soybean paste. As Woojin admired his handiwork, he emptied a glass of soju.

Crunch, crunch.

Woojin smiled contentedly as he tossed the wrapped meat into his mouth, “Ah. This really goes well as a side dish for the soju.”

Sunggoo wordlessly filled the glass Woojin held in front of him, “…….”

“Hey. Let’s not do any games next time. How about we just quietly eat and drink alcohol?”

“…….”

Woojin raised his soju glass when Sunggoo didn’t reply. When their eyes met, Sunggoo spoke.

“Boss.”

Woojin paused, “Uh, what?”

Sunggoo waited a beat, “Why aren’t you saying anything about it?”

Woojin casually replied, “About what?”

Sunggoo glanced meaningfully at Do Jiwon, who was quietly passed out.

Woojin raised an eyebrow, “What? Her bald spot?”

Sunggoo was speechless.

Wa. How can he say it so easily?

Woojin continued, “Dude. So what?”

Sunggoo thought he’d misheard, “What?”

Woojin continued eating, “What’s wrong with it?”

Sunggoo had to clarify, “…Boss is okay with it?”

Woojin was nonchalant, “What about it?”

Woojin tossed his soju back, “It’s just a small scar. It isn’t like she’s going to die from it.”

“…….” That wasn’t exactly...