The Audi slid into its designated underground parking spot.
Woosuk cut the engine and turned to stare at the sleeping figure in the seat beside him. Kyunghee's cheeks were tinged pink, giving her a delicate, doll-like complexion, but he was sure it wasn't because she was cold. He had turned up the seat heaters all the way and increased the internal temperature to warm her up, so it had to be from the alcohol.
He thought back to how she had curled up in Jiwon's arms by the sidewalk, holding Jiwon so tight like it was the best source of comfort. He didn't like it one bit, but of course he was being ridiculous. Jiwon wasn't some stranger on the streets who would make a move on Kyunghee. They were friends. Even so, Jiwon should have known better and kept her hands off Kyunghee.
Unbuckling his belt, he angled his body toward her, reaching across the center console to lightly touch her shoulder.