"look, don’t talk to me, alright? just ing mop," sungyeol snaps, cutting woohyun off in mid-word as he lets the pot he’s washing clatter into the sink unnecessarily noisily. "it’s your fault we’re here, so just shut. up."

“my-!” woohyun lets go of the mop in disbelief, not caring where it fell. “my fault?! who was the one who yelled at Chef, huh? who was the one who broke the ing plate-”

"he deserved it," sungyeol retorts, scrubbing viciously.

"i’m not disputing that. as long as we’re clear on whose fault it is that we’re here," wooyeol says primly, picking up the mop again. 

"thanks, woohyun," sungyeol mutters after a while, and woohyun pretends not to hear him.