Lifting an eyebrow at the comment, Mingyu blew a plume of smoke directly at Lee Chang, then put his cigarette out. Setting it aside, he patted the space next to him.

"Are we dispensing with the idea of cups entirely?" he teased, shrugging out of his robe as he spoke. He was pulling a spare from a small pile of folded laundry on the floor that he'd salvaged from the mess to put on since apparently the smell of the smoke was bothering Lee Chang's delicate sensibilities.