“Oww... I'm so tired.” Park Yu-Min moaned weakly while climbing into Ju Yeong-Gi's car.

“I feel ya, bro. We shouldn't be surprised since we are short one hand, after all!” Ju Yeong-Gi grumbled unhappily.

“Come on, man. How long are you gonna be hung up on that?”

“You think I'll ever feel happy about the so-called boss abandoning his own store to play around all the time?”

“You know Jin-Ho's not doing that, though.”

“...Urgh.” Ju Yeong-Gi groaned in irritation and sharply lowered the hand brake before stepping on the accelerator. The car shot forward with a loud vroom!

Park Yu-Min sighed. “Drive slowly, okay?”

“Don't you trust my driving skills?”

“No, I do. But I don't trust your car. Can't you hear it sobbing from all the abuse you're putting it through?”

“...Well, that's true.” Ju Yeong-Gi glanced in the rearview mirror. Despite the hour being late, he could see choking gray smoke spewing out of the exhaust pipe.

“Yeong-Gi, how about getting a new car?”

“Don't want to. It's still working fine.”

“You might get into an accident at this rate, you know?”

“...Accident, my foot,” Ju Yeong-Gi pouted and complained again.

Park Yu-Min chuckled softly.

'You and your tough-guy pride...'

Of course, he knew that Ju Yeong-Gi wasn't a bad person. Actually, he was a nice guy considering how affectionate he was. Not only did Ju Yeong-Gi silently take care of other people around him, but he also often worried about hurting them i...