When he came to, ‘Wednesday Nights’ was a thing. They had decided to meet up in this apartment every other Wednesday evening and play around to their heart’s content. If there was a small problem, it was that the owner of this apartment had no say in this. Though, seeing the three of them singing ‘Wednesday Nights’ so passionately, it didn’t seem like anything would work on them.

“I’ll clean up afterwards.”

“And cook.”

“Just trust this noona.”

They were no different from politicians right before an election. They were blurting out policies that they could not fulfill, not like they had any desire to fulfill them. Maru brought some omija tea to the three people sitting side by side on the sofa while patting their stomachs. The three were better off staying still rather than awkwardly trying to help. He put the pot he cooked the seafood stew in under some hot water while washing the rest. He thought about the reason he had to wash dishes at 2 a.m., but he couldn’t think of any plausible reasons. If there was one, it was that he had sinned for being born later than them.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

Maru pointed at the clock hung right above the TV. It would only take these people 30 minutes to get home if they took...