A low voice touched my neck. Maybe it was the breath that came with it, but the nape of my neck broke out in goosebumps. In the end, I had no choice but to surrender. When persuasion doesn’t work and you can’t win by force, quietly giving in is the least exhausting option. I raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. Park Sion’s arms slowly withdrew from me.
“Alright, alright.”
I roughly yanked off my shirt. Yeah, it’s just guys—who cares.
But Park Sion’s reaction was unexpected. He stared at my body so blatantly it was almost embarrassing. I could feel his gaze sliding from my neck to my shoulders, then from my chest down to my waist. Obvious and persistent. Was this what he felt like when I tried sneaking a look at his body earlier? That itchy, tingling feeling like your lower stomach's about to curl up and explode.
I shoved my head through the hole in the t-shirt and yanked the bottom down as fast as I could. But even then, Park Sion didn’t move. He just stared at my chest area with a blank face, no trace of a smile.
“Happy now?”
I fake-coughed and spoke. Park Sion’s eyes, always gleaming and polished, had turned dull. My shoulders stiffened at the weird tension. A strange current ran down my spine. In that moment, a word that had no place between us popped into my head and disappeared just as quickly. I forced myself not to think about it, opened the bathroom door. Thankfully, Park Sion didn’t stop me.
When I got to the pool, a blue landscape filled my vision. The pool’s blue tiles reminded me of the ocean. I looked at Mongrangie, paddling around excitedly in her doggy life vest. Her playful movements, swimming from one end of the pool to the other, carried the spirit of an old dog refusing to give in.
I stepped into the pool cautiously. The water sloshed between my chest and waist. Too shallow to properly swim in. Somewhere, I heard Kim Youngjin’s loud voice. He was splashing all over the place, having planted Mongrangie in a floatie and paddling across the pool with her. I stood there, watching Youngjin play like an actual dog.
“What are you doing?”
As I turned my head, someone leaned their weight on my shoulder. I lost balance from the sudden ambush. Instinctively, I reached out to grab something—someone caught my arm. But I’d already lost my center of gravity, and my body toppled straight into the water. The person holding my arm got dragged down with me. As I flailed underwater, someone gripped me tightly and pulled me up. It was Shin Jaeyoung, who had fallen in with me.
“Pffft—hahaha! You okay?”
My nose burned, my eyes stung. I coughed a few times and spat out water. I wiped my soaking face and glared at Shin Jaeyoung. We both looked like wet rats.
“Fuck, you wanna die?”
“Don’t be mad. Didn’t know your lower body was that weak.”
Shin Jaeyoung teased me, voice full of laughter. I glared even harder, more out of embarrassment than anything. Flailing around in a pool that wasn’t even deep—that was pathetic. Then, he casually wiped the water from my face and said slyly:
“What’re you staring at me for? Thanks to me, you didn’t swallow that much water.”
He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t expect to fall that easily either. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say thank you. I always wanted to be the kind of person who could say thanks when something was appreciated and apologize when necessary—but for some reason, in front of Shin Jaeyoung, I always acted childish.
Annoyed from just having been tangled up with him, I peeled the wet shirt clinging to my skin. Shin Jaeyoung, trailing his gaze across my chest, casually slung an arm around my neck.
“Seonwoo, your body’s fire.”
“Fuck off.”
“Man, even compliments set you off.”
“If you’re gonna talk shit, go bother Kim Youngjin.”
“Aww, you mad?”
Just as I was about to elbow him in the chest, a powerful grip yanked me away from him. I stumbled again, but this time I didn’t fall. A solid chest pressed up behind me.
“Don’t touch him.”
Park Sion, who had just been outside the pool a second ago, was suddenly right next to me. The words came out in a flat tone, but they sounded like a warning. He scanned Shin Jaeyoung from head to toe, glaring murderously at the arm that had just been around my neck. His eyes were so cold they felt threatening. I tilted my head up, looking at Park Sion, who was practically wrapped around me. His usually soft face was tense, rigid.
Even Shin Jaeyoung, picking up on the different vibe, dropped his usual smirk. As he looked back and forth between us, his face went blank—then twisted into a sharp, mocking smile.
“Seonwoo, isn’t this bastard acting hilarious?”
He was asking me, but his gaze was fixed on Park Sion. Park Sion’s grip on my shoulder tightened. A dull pain shot up, and I flinched.
“If it were me, I’d be fucking disgusted.”
“……”
“You’re not?”
“Not really.”
I shrugged as I answered. It’s not like this was new behavior from Park Sion. The guy who burned my gym clothes for no reason? This barely scratched the surface. My nonchalant response made Shin Jaeyoung chuckle in disbelief.
“He just told me not to touch you. He’s treating you like you’re his property—doesn’t that piss you off?”
The way he emphasized the word “property” made it obvious what he was trying to get at. He wanted me to be pissed. Last time, he called me Park Sion’s bitch. Now he’s downgrading me to an object. I scoffed at his cute little provocation.
“It’s not Park Sion who sees me that way—it’s you.”
“Jesus, friendly fire when I’m on your side.”
“Whatever. Quit killing the vibe and go have fun.”
I jerked my chin toward Kim Youngjin, who was still having the time of his life. Shin Jaeyoung let out a dry laugh. He must’ve found it ridiculous how lightly I was taking the whole situation. Eventually, he muttered something that sounded more like a sigh.
Ignoring him, I walked over to Kim Youngjin, who honestly looked happier than any dog in the pool. This time, Park Sion didn’t try to hold onto me. Even I didn’t understand myself—how could anyone else?
Youngjin had Mongrangie sitting in a yellow duck tube, splashing around. When I got close, he passed me the float. I let myself relax, draped my arms over the edge, and stood with a slight hunch. I was half-floating.
Then, I felt a familiar presence. Park Sion had crept up beside me. When our eyes met, he gave me a sheepish smile. So he was over it already. A second ago he was ready to murder someone, and now this. The guy’s mood swings are something else.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m just happy.”
“About what?”
“You took my side.”
It wasn’t like I was really taking his side. I just didn’t like the way Shin Jaeyoung was talking to me. Still, Park Sion seemed thrilled by my reaction earlier. That eye-smile of his was dangerous—if I let him go on, I’d be hearing sweet nothings for the rest of the day. I splashed water at his face. It meant “shut up.”
Quickly, I dragged the float over to an empty corner. I was trying to get as far from Park Sion as possible. Being around someone who looks for any excuse to cling in a place like this? Risky.
But just as I stepped through the water, a hand clamped around my waist, stopping me. I felt warmth pressing against my back. Even though we weren’t skin to skin, the wet clothes made it easy to feel his solid chest. He practically climbed onto me like a backpack. And just like Shin Jaeyoung said, my pathetic legs buckled again.
“Whoa—!”
I twisted around and grabbed onto Park Sion’s neck. Thankfully, I avoided falling this time. But the result was... incredibly embarrassing.
In my desperation not to fall, I basically crashed into him—ending up in his arms. I was practically hanging onto him, and he had his arms wrapped tight around my waist. I could feel his pulse thudding in those arms.
Worse, I’d accidentally pressed up against... somewhere I really shouldn’t have. The realization hit me like a truck. My face twisted in horror, and I shoved him away. I pushed too hard—he lost his balance and fell right into the water.
“Shit—sorry. Are you okay?”
“……Help me up.”
“What? Oh—yeah.”
He reached out. I quickly grabbed his hand. Park Sion wiped his face like he was washing it, then chuckled low. His damp breath brushed past my ear.
“Your ears are red.”
“…Huh?”
“Why’d they turn red?”
“…From swallowing water earlier.”
I blurted out the lamest excuse ever. There are things you just don’t say, even to a friend. Like, “Sorry, I freaked out because I pressed up against your... yeah.” Instead of pushing, Park Sion just kept staring at me, laughing. I guess I should be grateful he didn’t pry. I scratched the cheek that had just been buried in his chest a moment ago.
“Quit laughing.”
“Ah, you’re seriously too funny.”
“What the hell are you even saying.”
“You’re just really funny.”
Under the summer sunlight, Park Sion burst out laughing. It was a mischievous laugh, like a little kid’s. And once it started, he couldn’t stop.
“Hey, cut it out. What’s so funny?”
His clear laughter echoed around the pool. Startled by the sudden sound, Kim Youngjin and Shin Jaeyoung came over. They looked at me like: What the hell is wrong with him? But I didn’t have anything to say.
So instead, I grabbed Shin Jaeyoung by the shoulder and dragged him underwater. As he tried to resist, I hooked my leg around his and toppled him. Finally got one in on that bastard. Even Kim Youngjin, who probably had a lot built up against him, threw his weight on top too.
And so, the war of water began. All of us tried to drown each other like maniacs. One thing’s for sure—we were all serious by the end. Honestly, we probably had more fun than Mongrangie.
When the pool battle ended, we were totally spent. The moment it wrapped up, hunger hit hard. Before the sun had even set, we started grilling meat. The amount of meat in Kim Youngjin’s hands was ridiculous. No wonder his sister scolded him.
I took Mongrangie’s birthday cake out of the fridge and set it on the table. I stuck the candles in and lit them. Mongrangie wagged her tail gently and walked up to me. On closer look, she had faint double eyelids. That white-and-black, double-lidded face reminded me of someone.
“You’re really pretty too, you know.”
Despite my compliment, Mongrangie’s gaze was locked solely on the cake on the table. Just as she wished, we decided to start with the birthday party.
“Here, everyone put this on. My sister said we have to wear these and send proof.”
“What the hell is this shit.”
The moment Shin Jaeyoung took the party hat Kim Youngjin handed out, he swore. Kim Youngjin ignored the curse and shoved the hat onto Jaeyoung’s head, who looked like he was chewing shit. I chuckled at the sight, and Jaeyoung shot me a deadly glare.
But the laughter didn’t last long. This time, Kim Youngjin, grinning slyly, turned his target to me. Afraid he’d go to the trouble of putting the hat on me himself, I quickly slapped it on my head. Kim Youngjin smacked his lips in disappointment.
“Park Sion, you too.”
“Put it on for me.”
It was Kim Youngjin who said it, but it was Park Sion who handed me his hat. I could hear Shin Jaeyoung shudder from here. But before I could take it, Kim Youngjin snatched the hat from my hands. With an unnecessarily rough gesture, he shoved it onto Park Sion’s head.
Park Sion immediately swatted away Youngjin’s hand with a murderous expression. His hair was a mess and the hat was crooked, making him look absolutely ridiculous. Both Jaeyoung and I burst into loud laughter.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy ten-year birthday to our dear Mongrangie.”
Even though Kim Youngjin led the song, no one sang along. I clapped at least. We huddled together for a group photo to send to his sister. The picture was taken by our cousin. Two arms wrapped comfortably around my shoulders. One was Youngjin’s, the other was Park Sion’s.
“Smile, everyone. Mongrangie, look over here. One, two, three!”
I willingly draped my arms around the shoulders of the two guys sitting beside me. Maybe these people, who could’ve just been another part of my terrible school life, would end up filling the last page of those memories with laughter. A natural smile crept across my lips.
****
The ridiculous amount of meat—enough to make me wonder how we’d ever finish it—was steadily disappearing. Kim Youngjin ate like a machine, which made sense given his solid build, but the real dark horse was Shin Jaeyoung. I thought he’d just pick at the food like some stuck-up brat, but he just kept going, endlessly. With a face like that and an appetite like this, he’d probably be a hit on a mukbang channel.
I quietly enjoyed this future star of the mukbang world’s live performance while diligently accepting the meat Kim Youngjin grilled for me. And since Park Sion wouldn’t eat unless someone gave it to him, I made sure to toss some meat into his bowl too.
After the barbecue party, we went back inside. It was already well past dinner. When I came out after taking a shower, there was a big glass jar and several cans of beer neatly set out on the table. Even though no one was watching, I glanced around instinctively. These bastards, acting like this wasn’t someone else’s house.
“Are you guys out of your minds? If your sister or the owner finds out—”
“The plum wine is from my cousin.”
“Seriously?”
“The beer was her pick. As long as we don’t cause trouble, it’s fine. We got permission.”
Wow, such a chill household. I awkwardly pulled out a chair and sat down. Well, if the adults were okay with it, I guess it’s fine. As soon as I sat, Shin Jaeyoung cracked open a can and handed it to me.
“Yoon Seonwoo, can you drink?”
“Only during ancestral rites, I guess.”
“Total lightweight, huh.”
The obvious condescension in his tone triggered something in me. I took the can and chugged it. Luckily, I didn’t feel particularly tipsy. Just then, Park Sion, fresh out of the shower, sat down next to me. The way he casually popped open his beer was smooth as hell. When I asked, “Can you drink?” he just quietly shook his head.
As the night deepened, we exchanged completely meaningless conversations. Most of it was led by Kim Youngjin. His cheeks turned red as he rambled on excitedly. His eyes were definitely a little glassy.
I kept sipping at my beer, and Park Sion emptied his cans at about the same pace as me. Maybe he really was a lightweight—he kept resting his head on my shoulder. Shin Jaeyoung made no effort to hide his amusement, blatantly snickering at us. After mixing plum wine and beer for a while, Youngjin tilted his head and looked between me and Sion.
“Why are you two always stuck together? In these weird-ass positions.”
Eyes half-closed, Youngjin threw an arm over Jaeyoung’s shoulder to mimic us. The moment his arm touched, Jaeyoung grimaced. Yeah, that’s the normal reaction.
I turned to look at Park Sion, who was leaning on me. I’d gotten so used to it, I didn’t even realize we were drinking like this again. Since when did this become normal? I gently shook my shoulder, and Sion grabbed it tightly. No matter how much I moved, he wouldn’t budge. Youngjin furrowed his brow and tilted his head.
“What’s up with that? You two seriously look like you’re dating or something.”
Cough—!
I choked the moment he said that. Coughed so hard tears welled up in my eyes. A pale, slender hand held out a glass of water to me. I just stared at it blankly for a moment.
Even someone as oblivious as Youngjin could tell we looked off. It wasn’t Shin Jaeyoung, who’s always trying to get a rise out of me—it was Youngjin. That guy said it. That alone said a lot.
I suddenly realized just how weird we must’ve looked. It wasn’t just me who found it off. Even Youngjin thought we looked strange. Maybe everyone who knew us did.
A wave of unease crept over me. My eyes met Shin Jaeyoung’s across the table. He stared with a curious expression, then shrugged and smirked. I suddenly felt Park Sion’s gaze. He wasn’t saying anything—just watching me. I forced my voice to sound casual.
“We’re just close, that’s all.”
“Still, that’s weird. He’s not usually like that. Why does he keep grabbing you all the time? It’s weird…”
“……”
“Park Sion, why do you keep doing that to Seonwoo?”
With slightly slurred speech, Youngjin asked. Jaeyoung was covering his red face with his hand, snickering like mad. Park Sion just smiled quietly, lifting the corners of his mouth. I was the only one flustered by this entire situation. A brief silence fell over us, until Park Sion let out a hollow laugh and said:
“Just because.”
“Just because?”
“Seonwoo’s kind of special.”
As he said it, Park Sion stared at me. My heart pounded in my chest from the tension. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him—not even with Jaeyoung and Youngjin sitting right there. His flushed cheeks, his dark pupils—I examined them carefully. Trying to understand what he really meant by “special.”
“What the hell. If you’re gonna talk shit, at least pass the sausages.”
But unlike me, who was trying to read into everything he said, Youngjin didn’t take it seriously at all. Is that a relief or a curse? His attention shifted to the sausages. Hoping he’d stop talking nonsense, I drowned the grilled sausages in ketchup and slid the plate toward him. As I did, Youngjin seemed to remember something.
“Oh right. Yoon Seonwoo is kind of special.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re nicer than us. And you’re good at games.”
With a sausage in his mouth, Youngjin grinned. His first impression screamed juvenile delinquent, but lately he came off pretty soft. He looked like he could drink like a fish, but he was actually weaker than me. I relaxed my shoulders and quietly took the drink from in front of him.
When I sat back down, Park Sion reached out and gently held my hand. In a calm voice, he said:
“Should we clean up and go to bed? I think Youngjin’s drunk.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Then Jaeyoung, you take Youngjin and sleep in that room. Seonwoo and I’ll clean up and use the other one.”
“Damn it, why are we going to bed already?”
Sion ignored Youngjin’s whining and pointed toward the small room. I stood up and started cleaning the bottles and plates. That’s when Jaeyoung’s voice hit me from behind.
“Why don’t we all just sleep in the living room? If that’s uncomfortable, then Youngjin and Seonwoo can share, and you and I take the other room. Why do you two always sleep together?”
“Yeah, I wanna sleep with Seonwoo…”
“Or Seonwoo, you could sleep with me.”
Jaeyoung crossed his arms and smirked. What the hell’s he saying now. I didn’t really care who I slept with—but if I had a choice, it wouldn’t be Jaeyoung. And there’s no way Park Sion would sit back and let that happen. I glanced at Sion, who was cleaning up beside me. As expected, his eyes were dark and cold as he looked at Jaeyoung.
“Shin Jaeyoung.”
“What?”
“Cut it out.”
“Cut what out?”
“I’m tired. Stop messing around.”
“Come on, what did I do? I’m just saying this isn’t fair play.”
Sion slightly furrowed his brow, like he didn’t get it. Jaeyoung kept grinning, eyes still locked on Sion. Honestly, it wouldn’t be weird if someone got punched right now. The tension in the air was sharp enough to cut. Youngjin and I sat frozen, caught in the middle of their stare-down. My heart was racing from the pressure.
“Fair play?”
Park Sion slowly walked toward Shin Jaeyoung. He stood tall, towering over Jaeyoung, who was seated. His gaze was quiet—but there was a sharp, cold edge to it. Even just watching, I could feel the pressure.
“I’m not playing games with you right now.”
Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, Park Sion kicked the chair Shin Jaeyoung was sitting in. It was a sudden attack. The chair jolted, and Jaeyoung staggered. If Kim Youngjin hadn’t grabbed him, he probably would’ve fallen over backwards.
Jaeyoung barely regained his balance, and his expression turned ice cold. The usual grin vanished, and the sharpness in his eyes came into focus. He shot up and grabbed Park Sion by the collar.
“You crazy fuck.”
Kim Youngjin and I jumped in at the same time. We each grabbed one of them by the arms. The tension in the room was ready to snap. It felt like all the alcohol we drank just evaporated.
I pulled Park Sion back by the waist while Youngjin slowly pried Jaeyoung’s hand off Sion’s clothes. Even then, Park Sion kept staring straight at Jaeyoung with that blank expression. But even expressionless, his presence felt crushing, like it would press someone into the ground.
Once free of Jaeyoung’s grip, Park Sion smoothed out his clothes. His movements were clean and precise. But his eyes never left Jaeyoung. He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips curling slowly. Then, like the night air—chilled and heavy—his voice dropped.
“Don’t keep crossing the line. Next time it won’t end with a warning.”
“And if it doesn’t? What the fuck are you gonna do?”
“Try it and see.”
“Motherfucker…”
Shin Jaeyoung hissed through clenched teeth, unable to hold back. He was trembling with rage. In contrast, Park Sion seemed relatively calm. He slowly raised a pale, slender finger and tapped Jaeyoung’s forehead. The look of humiliation spread across Jaeyoung’s pretty face.
“You’re smart, aren’t you? Use your head. Don’t pull dumb shit—unless you really want to go against me.”
“Fuck—Kim Youngjin, let go! I said fucking let go!”
Jaeyoung was practically heaving, ready to swing. If Youngjin hadn’t held him, he would’ve punched him for sure. But Park Sion didn’t flinch. Instead, he stood tall, looking down at Jaeyoung like he was beneath his feet.
“Hey, enough, you two.”
“Yeah, fuck—are you drunk or what? What the hell’s with the random bullshit?”
“Let go! I’m seriously gonna stab that bastard with a chair leg!”
“Fuck! Stay still, you asshole!”
Youngjin shoved himself between them. I pulled Park Sion further back, widening the distance between him and Jaeyoung. The room was filled with Jaeyoung’s furious breathing, the sound of me swallowing, and Youngjin’s agitated voice. Out of all of us, Park Sion was the only one still calm. Seeing that smug look on his face just made Jaeyoung shake with even more rage.
Youngjin and I exchanged a look. We didn’t need words—we both knew what had to be done. I tightened my grip on Park Sion’s arm and shoved him into the room. Youngjin hauled Jaeyoung up, practically stuffing him into the other room. Jaeyoung’s raspy voice echoed through the door, hurling curses nonstop.
The previously cheerful mood had been wiped out. Youngjin and I, who had somehow managed to clean up the mess before it exploded, both let out sighs of relief. In the end, cleanup always falls on us. After locking those two into separate rooms, we returned to the living room and tidied up the table and surrounding mess. By the time we finished getting ready for bed, it was already well past midnight.
Trying to lighten things up or maybe force a reconciliation, Youngjin suggested we just toss Sion and Jaeyoung into the same room and make them sleep it off together. He said putting two fighting dogs in the same crate for a vet trip always worked wonders. But I could already see how Sion would react if I agreed to sleep with Youngjin instead. He’d probably go off and burn the entire pension down, not just my gym clothes.
I told him that, first of all, they were humans, not dogs. And second, their personalities were dogshit enough that it wouldn’t work anyway. Youngjin agreed. So we ended up each taking one of them.
When I entered the room, Park Sion greeted me, casually scrolling through his phone with that soft face of his. The same guy who turned the whole vibe into a dumpster fire just a few minutes ago.
“Hey, look at this. That picture we took earlier—you look really good in it.”
He held out his phone, showing me the photo from before the barbecue. The one Youngjin had uploaded to the group chat. He’d zoomed in so my face filled the whole screen. I swatted at his arm.
“Hey, you guys seriously lost your minds?”
“What?”
“Why the hell did you pick a fight on a trip?”
Sion’s face instantly fell at my scolding. The same guy who didn’t even flinch when Jaeyoung cursed him out now suddenly looked like a kicked puppy.
“He kept saying weird shit. Like how he’s gonna sleep with you. How it’s not fair play.”
“When has that guy not said weird shit?”
“You were upset.”
Sion’s low voice brushed my ear. He pulled me toward him, took both of my hands, and just stared at me.
“You were bothered by what Youngjin said, right? I could tell.”
I’d completely forgotten about that thanks to the fight, but now Sion was bringing it up again. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He kept talking.
“That guy’s hobby is messing with people using empty words. You were already thrown off by the ‘you two are weird’ thing, and he just kept picking at you. Wouldn’t that piss anyone off?”
“…So it was because of me?”
“Because I know you care about every little thing like that.”
“…”
“That’s why.”
Still sitting, Sion bowed his head. His forehead lightly touched my chest. The pounding heartbeat that had started during the fight now filled my ears. It made my insides churn. What the hell am I supposed to do with this guy.
“Are you mad?”
He tilted his head up slightly and looked at me. Instead of answering, I placed a hand on his shoulder. I wasn’t mad. But I did think someone needed to put a stop to how he acted. Even if he got angry on my behalf, what he did earlier had clearly gone too far. If it had escalated just a little more, it could’ve turned into a real fight. I took a deep breath.
“I appreciate you sticking up for me, but maybe… try being more careful next time?”
Maybe it wasn’t what he expected—his brows furrowed slightly. I didn’t stop there.
“Even Youngjin, who’s the king of clueless, thinks we’re acting weird. And if Jaeyoung bothers you that much, just don’t give him anything to latch onto.”
“How am I supposed to not give him anything?”
“Just… tone it down a little around them.”
Sion replied with a sharp tone.
“Why do you care what they think?”
“What are you talking about? You’re the one who cares.”
“I care because you care. If you stopped caring, I wouldn’t give a shit what they said.”
Of course. We were going in circles again. I felt the fatigue crash down on me. I pressed my fingertips to my eyelids and sighed deeply. Sion stared at me.
“Focus on me. Just look at me.”
“What the hell is wrong with you lately?”
“…”
“Every time you act like this, it’s just too…”
“So you don’t like me?”
“What? Who said anything about not liking you? Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion?”
The moment my voice rose, Sion wrapped his arms around my waist. I was an idiot for thinking I could fix this by talking. I’d forgotten for a second that logic and reason don’t work on him.
And of course, I knew the pattern. That pretty face would find its way through my defenses, I’d start stammering like a fool, and next thing I knew, I’d be dragged around again. What’s so fucking “pretty” about a guy who thinks he can bulldoze everything just because he’s good-looking? I pushed him off.
“I really feel like I might start hating you if you keep doing this.”
“Seonwoo.”
“I said that’s enough for today. Go to sleep.”
“…Are you mad?”
“Please. Just sleep. Okay?”