CHAPTER 50: WRONG MOVE

NOAH ARKANGHEL

I jolted awake to the sound of an obnoxious laugh, accompanied by the irritating sensation of someone poking my cheeks. Without a doubt, it was Chase.

"What?"

"Woah, don't you miss me, bro? You didn't even personally visit me in the hospital; you're a fake friend!" His words stung, and I winced at the truth they held. Chase had been sick for a week, a consequence of his unhealthy habits – excessive drinking, a disdain for vegetables, and a love for smoking. Sure, I had my vices, but I maintained a balance, always cautious of how my actions might be perceived by Mom and Dad. Dealing with an annoying brother who enjoyed getting on my nerves was an added challenge.

"At least I asked my men to bring you some spicy ramyeon," I retorted, trying to lighten the mood.

"Fuck you, Noah," he shot back, a familiar banter between us. The first time we encountered spicy ramyeon was at a renowned Korean restaurant. Little did Chase know, or rather, chose to ignore, his own allergies to