'I wonder if she really ended up going for that date. If so, is she currently having fun with that guy, smiling and laughing at him?'
While thinking about this, Ji-Won brought the glass to his lips and he absentmindedly drank half the remaining booze in one gulp. When the strong alcohol reached his stomach, he felt a wave of stirring warmth explode in his gut. At the same time, his throat went dry and a rancid taste suddenly raised in his mouth.
Overwhelmed by the queasy sensation, Ji-Won clamped his mouth shut. The roiling in his stomach was becoming violent, resembling a raging storm. Ji-Won didn't want to leave the smallest gap between his teeth, lest he might actually throw up.
Just when he thought the sensations were becoming too unbearable, Seo-Jun returned from having taken that call. As he waltzed back to the table, his eyes happened to fall on Ji-Won's ugly expression.
