“It’s quite late.”

9 p.m. Although Sunday practices usually ended around 3, it went on for longer today. He waved his hand at his juniors leaving the hall in tatters. They smiled back at him awkwardly.

“Aren’t you tired?” Daemyung asked as he tossed him his bag.

“I am. My throat hurts a bit as well. I’ve never talked for so long before after all.”

Maru looked at the three 2-liter water bottles in the plastic bag. He had drunk those over the span of six hours. When he decided to watch everyone’s acting, he did not plan to do things lightly, but nor did he plan to dig so deeply. When he talked to them, he realized that he got something out of it from talking to them, and when he kept asking questions because of that, the sun had set.

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I just kept watching since it looked fun.”

“Really? They looked tired though.”

“Not for them, it looked fun for you. Also, it was fun just listening to them, so I didn’t want to stop you. In the first place, they wanted this after all. They should have been prepared for this much at least.”

“Were you always the strict character?”

Daemyung shrugged. Maru turned the lights off in the hall before checking whether there were any windows open.

“Where’s Dowook? I think I saw him with Chihwan before.”

“He left first. Apparently, he has to help out with cleaning a large vehicle at the petrol station.”

“He’s going to succeed that business,...