"Minjun," Grandma finally snapped. "That is not how you respond to your elders."
Minjun turned away from the two of them, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
June sighed and shook his head, sensing the tension in the atmosphere. With that, he stood from the hospital bed. He brought out Minjun's favorite candies and placed it next to the injured kid.
"Here," June softly said with a smile. "I know you like eating these when you're upset."
Minjun continued to ignore June, but the latter kept a small smile on his face.
Grandma shook her head and massaged her temples. June walked over to her and gave her shoulders a light squeeze.
"Relax, Grandma," he said in a comforting tone.
"I just—I just don't know what to do anymore," she defeatedly stammered.
June pursed his lips, also sensing that Minjun had only gotten worse. June knew the little kid had always been the spawn of satan, but he was a sweet one. Now, he was just…cold.
