Carrying his ice-filled tumbler, Iho moved toward the coffee machine, only to find his path blocked. Iho furrowed his brow and tried to step around Mingyu, but the pest darted left and right to cut him off. “The hell are you doing?” “Please pay the toll.” Mingyu held out a large, open hand. “The fee is two capsules.” “That’s practically extortion. What kind of tollbooth is this?” “Prices in Gangnam have always been steep.” Seeing no sign of Mingyu backing down, Iho finally dropped two capsules into his palm. Since Iho downed multiple cups a day, he bought and stocked his own capsules. Thus, the two capsules that had just passed into Mingyu’s hands were strictly Iho’s personal property. So