The next morning, Min Jun woke up with a pounding headache. As he slowly made his way out of the room, he was greeted by the sharp tone of his mother's voice.
"Drinking at your age? What were you thinking?" Kim Minji scolded, her voice laced with frustration as she stood in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm 18. I'm allowed to drink," Min Jun muttered, his voice groggy as he slumped onto the couch, rubbing his temples.
Without another word, his mother placed a steaming bowl of hangover soup in front of him. "Eat this," she ordered, her tone still stern. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you must have caused Young Master Park last night? He was the one who had to bring you home. How many times do I have to tell you to show proper respect to the Young Master?"