"We have a diner to go open." Jyeon wiggles his fingers at Tom in the weirdest cutesy wave, obviously trying to break the tension, then strolls past me and tugs me with an alarming force that almost snaps my neck; it has me spin upwards so fast. Now he's decided we're leaving, and my futile attempts are turned into him pulling me behind him instead.

"Bye." I yelp Tom's way, hauled at speed, and slap Jyeon in the back of his shoulder for acting like a brute. It's one thing to act like a jealous dickhead, but another entirely to manually drag my ass away like this. I can feel...