Jiho pointed at Ji-hoon's face, her finger steady and eyes unwavering. "Look at his face," she said plainly.
The others turned to Ji-hoon, who had been too preoccupied with his sore cheek to notice the source of their amusement.
As their eyes fell on his face, they collectively burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha".
Ji-hoon's face was plastered with white powder, making him look like a comical ghost.
In their rush to tend to Ji-hoon's injury, they hadn't taken a good look at him. Now, the sight of Ji-hoon with a dusting of flour on his face was too much to bear.
"Hahaha... Jihoon, hahaha, what the hell is this?" Min-seo managed to say between bursts of laughter, his voice laced with amusement as he tried his best not to laugh uncontrollably.
Jihoon, still trying to process the situation, touched his face in puzzlement. As he looked at his finger, he saw a white powder coating it. Realization dawned on him, and his eyes widened in embarrassment.
