In the Korean team’s waiting room at Union Square...

I entered the waiting room after my conversation with Yoo Minseok. Park Muyeol and the other team members were gathered in front of the TV to watch the fight between the United States and Spain. By the way, what was with this atmosphere?

“You’re here.”

“Is your body okay now?”

“Please sit here.”

I sat in the chair that Kim Hyeonu conceded to me, but the group still looked worried.

“I’m fine, so there is no need to look at me that way. If I really wasn’t okay, then I would quit on my own, just like this guy who didn’t feel well the other day.” I pointed to Park Muyeol sitting next to me to shift some of the embarrassment.

Park Muyeol was involved for no reason and grumbled. “Bah. Why mention me here? Fragile guy.”

"You’re talking about yourself.”

The two of us made eye contact with each other and exchanged looks. There was a sharp pressure like sparks were flying. Just then, Mido cleared her throat and approached. We both turned our heads in different directions.

“No, why are you still fighting like this? You aren’t children. Do both of you want to stop seeing me? Shake hands and reconcile. Quickly.”

The two of us were forced to reach out to each other at...