“Wow, this place is pretty nice.”
Chan-ho surveyed the room around him with wide eyes, his lips parted in surprise. Of course, it didn’t stop him from kicking his shoes off unceremoniously on the doormat, and dumping his bag of snacks onto the floor.
Yo-han, watching him from the door to the kitchen, frowned. “Look,” he said, “did you need something?”
Chan-ho grinned at him. “You sound just like Jae right now,” he said. When Yo-han’s expression didn’t lift, he pouted. “Come on, hyung. I brought snacks!”