“Tsk tsk. Look at him acting up because he feels bad for making me wait.”
“Who feels bad?”
Snapping back, Gyeon Riok swept his gaze up and down Gyeon Jioh.
‘What even is that getup?’
The raincoat, fine, but what was with being wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy?
Gyeon Riok yanked on the snake-like scarf coiled around Jioh’s neck. “Hey— hey—” Jioh stumbled in.
“Ah— pfft— don’t.”
“Can we please respect the season? What are you, a matryoshka? And the sunglasses? Don’t tell me you actually walked around like this. You look sketchy as hell.”
“You know the woes of a celebrity?”
He’d lived half his life in hide-your-power mode. “King Jioh,” still not used to being famous in person, had his vigilance against the surroundings cranked to max.
“Even on my way here, people somehow recognized me and kept staring. Ugh. Koreans, man. Exhausting.”
Passersby were simply curious about the raincoat-wearing frilled lizard, but the world #1’s overblown self-consciousness was something else. As his little brother stared at him in exasperation—
Fine. What would some shabby ‘rank #5’ know anyway, Jioh finished with a bit of aggro-bait.
Gyeon Riok ignored him.
“If you’re not coming…