“I need your address in Busan.”
Yeolchan turns to look at him. “What for?”
“I’m sending someone to pick me up later. I’d tell them the address now so they’d get there in time.”
Yeolchan takes the phone that Jaehyun is almost shoving in his face and types his parents’ residential address on the message box.
“My lawyer explained what the documents meant, didn’t he?”
Jaehyun, who’s now sitting next to him in the backseat of a taxi, simply nods his head.
“What do you think about it?” Yeolchan asks.
“What do you mean?” Jaehyun asks back, closing his eyes.
“I mean, days of probably not seeing a best friend might feel difficult. How more would you feel about not seeing your son at all?”
“Are you trying to be funny? Because I swear I still don’t feel better yet,
