"I wanted to know about the details." Yeom Tae said shamelessly, "I'm sorry to have you go through that again but I might need to explain things to my father later." He added as an excuse.
Haneul narrowed her eyes and supported her chin with her hand, her elbow printed on the pillow between her face and her lap. Yeom Tae could tell two things from the way she was taking his excuse; bullsh*t and amusing.
"Please." Yeom Tae added after a long pause, seeing how Haneul wasn't replying at all.
Haneul exhaled, "What do you want to know in particular?" She asked.
"Like, how did you know where I was and how did you bring me here? You can't do that all by yourself, right?" Yeom Tae specified.
"Bold of you to assume I can't." Haneul shrugged. "Well, for the first part, your friend Jiwoo came to our house to pick me up." She said without hesitation.
