"Where the hell is that moron?"
He asked, looking at Ho-jin with wide eyes.
"Leave that bastard, let him go wherever the hell he wants to be, and try to open the door, Dae Jung!"
"If you guys have forgotten, then let me remind you that we are in another country, and in some hotel of that other country- whose staff might throw us out despite our celebrity status."
Ho-jin wasn't even able to complete his sentence, when a sudden pain tugged hard at his chest, and swift tears appeared in his eyes.
"Hyung, it's not what you are thinking." Dae Jung managed to speak.
This was when Hyeon noticed Ji-hun, who was continuously knocking on the door to the point where the skin of his knuckles was raw; and Surbhi, who was just as hysterical and trying hard to stop herself from dissolving into tears.
Dae Jung replied, seeing that Hyeon had chosen roasting everyone as his means of communication.
