The silence in the library was deafening. Mi-young stood by the table, his chest heaving as he tried to catch the breath he had lost in anger.
His face was a mixture of humiliation and rage. His hand gripped the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles turned white. He did not understand; he truly didn't.
Soo-jin just sat opposite him, looking as if he hadn't said a word to cause this—as if he wasn't the reason Mi-young was angry. And truly, Soo-jin had said nothing insulting.
"Accounting. The debt is due."
"Stop looking at me like that," Mi-young hissed, his voice trembling. "You think you're so superior just because you speak in riddles? You're just a weirdo with a superiority complex."
Soo-jin blinked slowly as he opened his laptop, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes.
"I'm not looking at you," Soo-jin replied, his tone bored. "You are simply the one standing in my line of sight."
"You…" Mi-young choked on his words.
