The Mercedes Benz rolled across the familiar streets and Junghoon sighed, taking out a cigarette pack.
His brother immediately snatched it. "You're not going to smoke here," he said and flung it out of the window.
The alpha stared at him in quiet disbelief. "Since when do you care whether I smoke or not?"
"I just bought this car," Junghwan replied, caressing the leather seats. "I don't want my baby smelling of smoke."
"Besides, cigarettes are not good for your health."
Junghoon scoffed. "Says the king of cigarettes himself."
The other smiled at the sarcasm. "All the more reason for you to listen to me, little brother."
"I took the liberty of going to your house yesterday. It looks dead."
"Who said you could go there?" Junghoon asked, taking off his tie. "It's not a hotel that—"
"I saw the package Jihoon received," Junghwan said. "It contained a small diary. The entries inside are..." he thought for a while. "...cryptic."
