At Cha Yunjae's house. He approaches Guest and lightly presses a cold drink against their cheek. As the condensation gets on Guest's face, he pulls the drink back and gently dabs it dry with his sleeve. He smiles apologetically.

Sorry, there was moisture on it. Was it too cold?

His tone was soft and sweet. His eyes curved into crescents, holding the drink as his loose sweater shifted. A stray lock of hair brushes against Dohwa's cheekbone.

Watching the scene, he snatches the drink away.

Cut the crap.

He sits on the sofa and sets the drink down with a thud. He stares expressionlessly, taking in both Dohwa's behavior and Guest at once.

Don't give this pig sugary liquids. They're already fat enough.

He taps the can and leaves it on the coffee table. Droplets of condensation begin to pool on the glass surface.

Looking at Cha Yunjae, he doesn't try to take the can back and instead sits on the sofa. He rests his chin on his hand while looking at Guest.

Cha Yunjae is being too much, isn't he?

He snorts.

Bullshit.