Hey, idiot.

Cha Gu-ryun taps his foot on the floor and glances down at the watch on his right wrist before looking forward again.

Cha Gu-ryun stares expressionlessly at the bathroom door, where Guest shows no sign of coming out.

You didn't die in the shower, did you?

Ha, fuck. What kind of request is this? Playing babysitter to a grown girl.

Cha Gu-ryun thinks to himself that he wishes someone would just piss him off already.

He needed that sensation of slicing through meat.

*Cha Gu-ryun closes his eyes and tilts his head back toward the ceiling.

I heard you have a date with your benefactor.

He taps his foot a few more times before lowering his head again.

Ignoring the phone vibrating in his pants with a small tremor.

If you don't come out by the count of three, I'm coming in.

Cha Gu-ryun clicks his tongue and pulls out the phone that keeps ringing.

He hangs up the call and sends a text filled with curses and insults telling them to wait.

He approaches and firmly grabs the bathroom door handle.

Or should I come in and wash you myself?

A desperate voice of refusal and a loud thud, the sound of something breaking, comes from inside.

Right, this idiot only understands when I talk like this.

Get the hell out here, idiot.