The veins in Dong Joon’s biceps emerged as his firm muscles carried a pile of manuscripts to the backseat of the car. Daewon paused in the left side mirror and checked his hairstyle before he got inside. He drank the remaining amount of coffee in the paper cup and crumpled it.

“Hey, where’s mine? I bought two cups,” Dong Joon said as he wore his seatbelt.

“I drank all of them.”

There was no hint of guilt in Daewon’s voice. Dong Joon faced him in disbelief.

“Are you that addicted to coffee? Unbelievable.”

Daewon pushed the bridge of his glasses and peered at him.

“By the way, why are you...