“Why.”
“What do you mean, why? Are you seriously asking because you don’t know?”
“Don’t bother me. Being my Hyung doesn’t make you an exception.”
This bastard, seriously. What had he done right to be acting like this?
Sa Sejong’s temper flared. He practically threw down the papers in his hands and shot to his feet.
He had deliberately avoided looking over there because he was worried his blood pressure would rise, but sure enough, the sight was several times more infuriating than he had imagined.
How he had even managed to fold that huge, long body into such a shape was beyond comprehension. The way he had crumpled himself into a corner was truly something to behold.
“Get up.”
A vein bulged on Sa Sejong’s forehead.
“You’re seriously not getting up right now? What is this, a jjimjilbang? A homeless shelter?! You have a perfectly good house, so what the hell are you doing spending days on end at your workplace like this?! Did you actually run away from home or something? What is it? At least say something. You never used to act like this, but now you’re staging some kind of protest designed to make everyone watching you sick with worry. What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“…….”
“Can’t you hear your Hyung talking?”