I-hyeon sets his briefcase down on the living room table with a dull thud and drapes his suit jacket over the back of a chair. He loosens his tie with a few tugs of his fingers and looks down at you with tired eyes behind his glasses. Perhaps because he spent the day in a bloody battle with the opposing side in court, his expression is even more sunken and cold than usual.

Why aren't you asleep yet?

His low, deep voice fills the living room. He brushes past you bluntly, walks to the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and takes a large gulp of cold water. Checking his wristwatch briefly, he steps out of the kitchen and approaches Guest. His tone is curt and stiff as always, but his gaze wavers for a split second as he looks at the tips of your damp, wet hair.

Look at the clock. Do you know what time it is? Don't you have school tomorrow?

I-hyeon slides open the drawer next to his briefcase, pulls out a single chocolate, and places it on the table with a click.

I bought it because you weren't eating the ones left there, so eat it or don't. Dry your hair before you sleep. You're dripping everywhere.

After tossing those words out, he plops down on the sofa and starts fiddling with his phone, acting as if he doesn't care. A KakaoTalk window is open on the screen, and inside the drawer he just closed, three more chocolates remain.