“Mom, I think I’ll just going to the school alone.”

Everyone at the dining table had turned quiet, movements halted and Seonho could feel those intimidating pair of eyes directed to his face. The thought of it made he lose his appetite.

“Eh, why? Minhyun can take you there on his way to campus―right, Minhyun?”

“Well, I don’t really mind it, Mom,” his stepbrother replied curtly.

Seonho took a deep breath before bracing himself to glance at his stepbrother's direction. Minhyun was cutting his pancake stubbornly and Seonho gulped at the sight; he is mad at me.