He almost blurted out, ‘...sex,’ but barely managed to stop mid-sentence.
Wooheon pressed his hand to his forehead, holding back his bubbling irritation.
‘Why did I even say that when it’s not even lunchtime?’
“Sigh... Do you have anything you’d like to eat?”
“Oh, hold on!”
Yueul shuffled back inside, returning with a piece of paper torn from his notebook.
On it was a drawing of a hamburger.
Wooheon stared at it, suppressing the urge to scold him again.
“A hamburger! Please, Mr. Kang!”
Handing the paper to Wooheon, Yueul turned toward Daeseong with an excited smile.
“Daeseong! Guess what? We’re getting hamburgers!”
As Yueul closed the door behind him, Wooheon pinched the bridge of his nose, crumpling the paper in his hand.
‘...When I told him to work, I didn’t mean drawing hamburgers. And what’s he so happy about?’
If it had been anyone else, Wooheon would have exploded in anger by now.
Instead, he forced himself to calm down once more.
