Maru, boy, little junior, little boy…. How many names did the elder call him by? The elder slowly walked up the stairs that connected the audience seats and the stage, combing his white hair back.

White trainer shoes, slightly baggy corduroy pants, a shirt with thick stripes, and horn-rimmed glasses to top it off… even in this life, he was trendy.

Maru’s eyes locked with the elder’s as he was walking up to the stage. The elder stopped on the spot and stared at him.

“Hyung, hyung.” Yoonseok tugged on Maru’s pants and called him out urgently.

It was only then that he realized that he was the only one standing and staring at the elder. Maru carefully bowed towards him before sitting down.

“What’s up with you all of a sudden?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

The elder stood in front of the mic with a smile.

Maru thought about the words he said: No, it’s nothing.

When he met Miso, he was surprised. When he saw Geunsoo today, he felt joyous.

And when he faced the elder, he felt agony.

He had lived an uncountably long time. He had formed an innumerable number of relationships and just as many broke. No matter how precious or how resentful of a relationship he had, it...