He stuffed some bloated oatmeal flakes in his mouth before sitting in front of the laptop. He set the timer for thirty minutes before starting to move his fingers across the keyboard.

He moved his upper body back and forth and muttered as he wrote before taking his hands off when he heard the beeps from the alarm. Thirty minutes passed by in a flash.

He gave a cursory scan over the words he wrote before closing the laptop. It wouldn’t get any better even if he clung onto it a little more.

He checked the camera battery before getting his luggage.

-Jungyeol, you’re going to go to journalist Jung’s wedding tomorrow, right?

He said into his phone, “Do I really have to when it’s his second wedding? That man would probably get divorced again anyway.”

-What a sharp tongue you have early in the morning. You really can’t hold back your words, huh? Don’t say that and let’s go.

“Forget it. Rather than that, have you departed yet? Today’s the premiere.”

-I’m on my way. But hey, it seems like Lim Hwanggeun has earned quite a lot of money, huh? He’s doing something that’s not a comedy.

“He’s probably trying his hand at a new genre, thinking of himself as a film director, but from how I see it, it’s just a waste of time. People’s preferences don’t change so easily. He should’ve just done the things he was confident in to earn money.”

-You never know. He might have...