Ai looked at Jin and then glanced around the room. "I thought it's Jun's room-"
"Well, it's not," Jin sneered. "Get out."
Her gaze fell at a picture on his bedside table, and she curiously walked towards it. She picked the photo frame and saw a picture of a teenager Jun standing with a teenager Jin. Jin had a bright smile on his face while Jun wasn't smiling much, but she could see the warmth in his gaze.
Jin snatched the picture from her hands, his voice getting several shades lethal. "Seems your parents forgot to teach you some manners that you shouldn't enter into someone's room and on top of that, touch their stuff without permission."
Ai smoothly replied. "I surmised you wouldn't let me see the picture if I had just asked you normally."
"Obviously."
"So, I made myself at home," she replied, unfazed.
The sound of his angry knuckles cracking echoed, but Ai wasn't much affected.
