“You look great,” Tae-Gu said the moment Gi-Gyu walked in.

“Pardon?” 

“You look like you just dropped a heavy load.” 

At first, Gi-Gyu was sure the president was talking about shit, but no one did that with that serious a face, especially not the association president. And Gi-Gyu wasn’t about to discuss shit with the president of the entire Korean branch, so he just dropped the issue. 

“Tsk, just have a seat,” Oh Tae-Gu ordered when Gi-Gyu didn’t respond. Sung-Hoon was waiting outside the room, so Gi-Gyu didn’t wait for him and obeyed quietly. He had only been in this office once before, but he felt comfortable in the president’s office for some reason.

“Would you like some tea?” asked the president.

“Yes, thank you.” When Gi-Gyu didn’t refuse the offer, Oh Tae-Gu returned with two teacups. After pouring hot water into a teapot, Tae-Gu began the conversation.

“Tsk, every time I see you, you look different. I must say, it’s quite amusing.”

“Do I look that different?” asked Gi-Gyu.

Tae-Gu quietly closed his eyes before replying, “Before today, you looked like something was burdening you. You must’ve had repressed emotions rotting inside you. So, your psyche must’ve been haywire even though you did look okay from the outside.”

Gi-Gyu didn’t respond; he just continued to listen quietly as the president asked, “But now that you’ve expelled all that rotten energy, it makes...