No Moral

hung his head instead.
Sehun watched quietly, then he reached out for the mug, displeased with Yoonshin.
After a sip of the steaming hot coffee, he placidly said while staring at the cup in his hands, “You should have expected that much the moment your sister married into Soohan.
Resent your father for allowing the marriage and your sister for marrying.
I’m not your dear diary.”

His long fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of the mug.
Upon spitting out his calm and cool words, he took one more sip of coffee.
That moment, Yoonshin retorted quietly, quiet enough that he could be talking to himself, “If you were going to be like this, why did you kiss me? You must have felt pressed, pushing in your tongue first like that.”

Clunk.
Yoonshin’s utterance made Sehun lose his grip on the mug, making it slip and fall instead of being set on the table.
The wobbling cup dropped on the tray.

Clatter! The mug hit the hard surface and spun like a top.
Black liquid tipped and surged in the cup’s mouth before it ultimately spilled on Sehun’s hand.

Sehun grimaced at the burning sensation on his hand.
“Ugh, hot.
Damn it.”

Surprised, Yoonshin took out a handkerchief from his jacket’s inner pocket.
He started to wipe off the fluid from Sehun’s hand, then Sehun snatched the cloth away and wiped himself off.
Still, Yoonshin grabbed the other man’s hand and turned it over several times, inspecting it for any burns.
He saw that the web between the older man’s long index and middle finger was red, so he rubbed that spot with his fingers.
“Oh no, are you all right?”

“Let go.”

“Does it hurt? Should I go and buy some ointment? There should be some in the convenience store.
Or if you have a first aid kit at your place…”

“I’m reaching the limit of my patience, so let my hand go.
I told you, it’s hard to hold back!”