After Jaekyung safely placed the mattress in the parking lot on the first floor, Jihong took him to a nearby sushi restaurant. Perhaps because dinner time had already passed, it was very quiet in the restaurant. And they sat down at an empty table in the corner.

"What are you going to do?"

"Sushi with eel," Jaekyung replied without looking at the menu.

"Well...", thought Jihon and added aloud: "Then I'll order an assortment."

"Then why did you even ask?" asked Jaekyung, surprised.

But Jihong ignored this and called the waiter. And when he accepted the order and left, he leaned over to Jaekyung and said quietly, "After the meal, you will go home."

However, there was no answer.

"Hey, I don't even have a bed at home. Will you go home, okay?" repeated Jihon and, without waiting for the consent of the other party, picked up the phone to leave a request for garbage collection.

And then he immediately went to the website of the online furniture store, looking for a new bed.

"Let's just buy a double bed, hyung," Jaekyung suggested as he peeked at the screen. "I'll pay."

"Don't," Jihong snapped.

"Why?" It was because of me that it broke. Let me take care of the expenses.

"Don't. Otherwise you will come here as if it were your home.

"What are you talking about?" frowned Jaekyung. "I'm going to come here anyway."

Jihon raised his head and looked at the impudent man. And he met his gaze, innocently flapping his eyelashes.

"What an impudent man!

"yes. So give me the code for the intercom, hyung," Jaekyung demanded calmly, deciding that since he was known as impudent, then he could relax.

"What a self-confidence!" - Jihon lamented to himself.

"Why on earth should I tell you it?" he grinned. In fact, he wanted to be truly indignant, but he couldn't help laughing.

"Why not?" the bulldozer did not give up.

"Because I don't want to," Jihon blurted out just as peremptorily. — "And what other reasons can there be?"

Jaekyung stared at him intently, and then nodded suspiciously, as if agreeing, "Well, don't do it."

Jihong did not have time to be surprised by such an accommodating demeanor, as Jaekyung, taking a decanter from the table, continued: "Then I will wait for you outside. And if I catch a cold, it's my own fault. And in general, it gets colder, it's the best thing to catch a sore."

"You...

"What if I have a complication on the lungs? I will not go to the Olympics then. It's a shame, isn't it?" he asked, pouring water into his glass.

"Are you threatening me now?"

To which Jaekyung only shrugged his shoulders.

— …

Putting down his phone, Jihong began to massage his forehead. In truth, if someone else had been in Jaekyung's place, he would have replied without confusion, "Come on, try it." But this type is not to be trifled with – he is capable of anything. It is unlikely that he will get seriously ill from standing on the street, but if something happens to him... It will be bad for everyone.

"No, not everyone," Jihon corrected himself. "Kwon Jae-kyung will be fine: the last one will remain among the survivors."

Finally giving up, he sent a message that contained only four digits. A couple of seconds later, something squeaked in the pocket of the stubborn man. He calmly took out his cell phone and, after reading it briefly, quietly said: "Hyung, change the code."

"What?" What for?

"These are the last digits of your number. You can't do that, they say stalkers can easily pick up the right combination.

"What the hell is a stalker!" laughed Jihon.

But Jaekyung was not laughing at all.

"Do you think only celebrities have stalkers?" he asked in a serious tone. "They stick to different people. People like you, for example, who make others go crazy and they don't even know it."

"No one else has gone mad except you," Jihon wanted to object, but he realized that it was useless.

"It's dangerous. You can't use your date of birth or phone number as your password. These are basic things," Jaekyung continued to lecture him.

It was strange to hear from Jaekyung about "basic things", but he was still right.

"Okay, I'll change it later."

"What will you change it for?"

"I'll think of it later."

Jihong explained to him that he had been using the same password for three years and couldn't just change it for fear that he would forget and get into big trouble. Jaekyung, after thinking for a while, suggested, "Then change it to 0728."

— And what are these numbers?

"It's my birthday."

«... Hey. You said you shouldn't use birthdays!" hissed Jihong, clenching his teeth.

"I told you not to use your date of birth," Jaekyung calmly retorted. "And what does mine have to do with it? Who's to guess that you have my birthday as your password?"

"Okay, I'll put it on the list of options," Jihong agreed with a sigh and tiredly put down the phone.

The chosen single bed had to be removed from the basket - instead of it, Jihon ordered a double bed from the same company. Seeing that the price had doubled, he involuntarily whistled, and when he added a mattress topper to the order, he was completely dumbfounded: the amount turned out to be equal to almost his monthly salary. Of course, he could have bought something cheaper, but Jihong preferred to spend once on something worthwhile rather than constantly changing broken things. Of course, it was a shame to part with such an amount, but it was too late to ask Jaekyung to pay for the order.

"It's okay, next time he will buy me a new bed. And the frame too," Jihong grunted maliciously and pressed the "Pay" button.

At that moment, as if by magic, a waiter appeared with their order. And Jihong, taking chopsticks, deftly picked up sushi with eel from the edge of his plate and handed it to Jaekyung: "Here, eat."

"What is this for?" he wondered, interrupting his manipulations with soy sauce and wasabi.

"You wanted an eel."

"I just said it.

"Of course, but I believed it," Jihon thought, giving him a menacing look, and put the sushi on the guy's plate.

"Eat, come on." I don't eat it anyway.

"Don't you like sushi with eel?"

"I love eel. It's just here with some kind of sweet sauce, I don't like it.

"Don't you like such sweetness too?" asked Jaekyung.

"I don't like it. My maximum is desserts.

"So you hardly eat them either.

Jihong grinned at such observation. Jaekyung really didn't see him eating anything sweet.

— Yes, I don't like it. For the same reason, I don't really touch fruits. But you have a sweet tooth, aren't you?

Jaekyung hovered for a moment before replying, "No."

"You have tastes like a child," Jihon teased him deliberately. "You like ice cream and milkshakes."

"It was hot then, so I ate," Jaekyung muttered in irritation.

Judging by the swollen vein on his forehead, one more word, and he would definitely explode.

"Damn, I shouldn't find this cute," Jihon scolded himself, holding back a smile, and took the omelet sushi from his plate. And then he suggested to Jaekyung again: "Here, eat. The omelet is also sweet."

"No, I told you I don't like sweets," the angry guy persisted.

"Okay, understood, but you will eat it anyway. And then, like a good boy, you will go home. Okay?" added Jihong soothingly.

However, Jaekyung didn't say a word in response.