That’s because you keep bullying me Hyung!

Haeun munched happily on his fried chicken, his cheeks full as he looked up at Yeongsoo with a mischievous grin. "See, this is the real reward after a night like this," he declared, pointing to the crispy drumstick in his hand. "Not the press interviews or the investor handshakes—just greasy food and peace."

Yeongsoo chuckled, amused at how easily pleased Haeun was. "And here I thought launching a game would be the highlight of your evening."

Haeun shrugged, unfazed. "Oh, that was fun, too. But this…" He held up his drumstick triumphantly. "This is everything!."

Shaking his head, Yeongsoo reached over to steal a piece from Haeun's box, only to have his hand smacked away playfully. "Excuse me," Haeun said, mock-glaring at him. "Who said you could just take my food?"

"Oh, is that how it is?" Yeongsoo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. "I ordered this for you, and now I'm not allowed a taste?"