Yong-Sun shut the door of his seat with a bang. The whole car shook as he closed the door. He exhaled loudly and grasped the steering wheel tightly.
"Are you okay?" asked Ashma.
"Do I look okay?" shouted Yong-Sun.
"Yes, you do," teased Ashma. "Now chill."
"If you both are with me how can I be chill?" yelled Yong-Sun.
"Sorry! I won't fight anymore," apologised Ashma.
Yong-Sun waited for Young-Jae to say the same but he didn't. So he turned around and addressed him, "Harabuhji?"
Defeatedly, he replied, "I will try not to fight."
"Egotistic," murmured Ashma.
"What did you say?" shouted Young-Jae.
"Yes, what did you say?" asked Yong-Sun.
"Um… Nothing," lied Ashma. "I said, we are getting late. We will get a lot of traffic as we are starting our journey so late."
"Hmm," groaned Yong-Sun.
