"You cry when i fuck and when i don't fuck you, you're still cry. Now, i need to bring extra packs of tissues when I go out with you," said Kangjeon Tae Hyun, teasing a red-eyed Sun Joon Ho as they walked towards the cafeteria.
Sun Joon Ho was still immersed in his emotions from earlier and retorted indignantly, "Yeah, and you even bring baby wipes, so considerate of you."
Kangjeon Tae Hyun tapped the back of Sun Joon Ho's head, "Who told you to act like a kid?"
"If so, then you have a guts to stop fuck this kid, huh?" Sun Joon Ho glanced sideways at him, tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes.
"Let me tell you, my tendency to cry is an inheritance from my father. He could even cry over a TV drama; I'm much stronger than him."
There were already people in the cafeteria at this hour. A few aunties were squatting at the back door picking vegetables, and upon seeing the two, they inquired, "Is something the matter?"
