"So you see, Matt, when Jin-sung was a kid, he used to cry a lot and come to me." The loud voice of Kai's uncle, Kim Ha-joon, echoed through the room as he patted Matt on the back continuously.
"Eomobu, can you stop?"
Ha-joon turned to Kai, then after a hiccup, he said, "Why? Are you embarrassed?" He laughed loudly again.
Kai smiled slightly, then leaned his head on his palm.
His gaze swept from his father and aunt, who were passed out from too much alcohol, to Hari, who was cleaning the kitchen with his mom, then to his uncle, who was speaking with Matt.
Ha-joon stared at Kai for a bit, then asked, "Is it only me, or does our little cupcake seem more matured?"
Kai's mother, Cha Ji-ae, glanced from him to Hari, pondering. "You're right, both he and Ha-rin seem oddly matured..." She gasped. "Did you guys...?"
Before she could finish, both Kai and Hari shot out, "We did not."
Cha Ji-ae frowned. "What a pity... Why can't you guys make things spicy?"
