It happened in an instant. With a thud, Sanho, who had been turned around, was violently shoved against the wall, and at the same time, the chain that Siwoo had used to push Sanho against the wall was pulled taut. The sound of metal clanging echoed, leaving a lingering resonance.
Sanho furrowed his brow slightly, perhaps in pain from his shoulder being slammed against the wall. However, the scream that escaped Sanho’s lips was not very loud. If he had hit his head hard, it might have been different, but what touched the back of Sanho’s head was a warm, large hand.
“…….”
Leaning against the wall, Sanho slowly looked up at Siwoo, who stood close by. One hand was roughly gripping his shoulder, while the other was protectively covering his head to prevent him from hitting the wall. Siwoo’s eyes were slightly narrowed, perhaps from the impact on the back of his hand that had been harshly slammed against the wall. Nevertheless, the unusual light in his eyes still held a warm brown hue.
“…….”
Siwoo took a step back. The taut chain loosened and fell to the ground. Sanho roughly grabbed Siwoo’s wrist. The back of Siwoo’s hand, which Sanho had pulled towards him, was reddened and swollen at the joints. Sanho bit his lip, narrowing his brows. His eyes, looking up at Siwoo, were filled with resentment.
“…Do you know?”
“…….”
“Senior… you really are a bastard.”
The darkness outside the slightly ajar door swayed. Letting go of Siwoo’s wrist, Sanho suddenly disappeared into it.
