“Why do you even trust me?” Jongdae shook his head. “A strange, grimy man stumbles into your little safe haven, and the first thing you do is offer to let him stay.”

“If I recall, the first thing you did when you saw me was cry for three straight hours and then pass out on my porch,” Luhan said archly.

The smirk was promptly wiped off of Jongdae’s face.