“Hyung…”0

Park Yu-Min sighed, then turned his head to look at the person calling out to him. “Yeah?”0

Choi Jeong-Wu worriedly asked, “Did something happen to you?”0

“I’m telling you, nothing happened.”0

“Come on, don’t say that. Please, just tell us…”0

“No, really. It’s nothing.”0

Choi Jeong-Wu grew even more worried instead.0

‘What’s gotten into Yu-Min hyung?’0

The team had just finished their play-off and was on their way home. As for the result…0

It was a good result for the team, of course. They had managed to eke out the victory, after all. Which meant they would be competing in the finals for the first time since the team's founding.0

However, the mood inside the van taking the team members back to the team residence definitely did not belong to that of the glorious victors.0

Calling Park Yu-Min’s performance today as absolute garbage wouldn’t have been an exaggeration. He was so bad throughout the match that it became hard to believe he was the same man who single-handedly dragged this team through the season and brought them to this point.0

Thankfully, he still managed to pull off some incredible moves every now and then to avoid defeat.0

No one here was relieved by that, however. The grimness of this situation wouldn’t let them.0

Objectively speaking, the team only managed to win this match and reach the finals because they got lucky with the individual match-ups. But it'd be impossible to overcome the finalists waiting for them with such a crappy performance.0

With things like this, it’d be a waste...0