Creak… 

Kim Ki-Yeol's manager glared at him as they left the director's office.

"I told you to write a letter in advance, right? Hand that in right away."

"..."

Kim Ki-Yeol didn't respond.

"Did you not write it?"

"..."

"You fucking idiot. You..."

The manager looked around and just let it go.

Kim Ki-Yeol stared at his back and whispered to himself, "Fuck…"

His work-life was about to spiral downwards.

***

Sang-Hyeon brushed his teeth after finishing his cereal.

Creak… 

Ju-Hyeok walked into the bathroom.

"Oh? Hey, how did it go? I got tired of waiting and went to bed."

"Ah..."

Sang-Hyeon returned quite late from the dinner because he also went out to drink with Director Han Tae-Ho.

He responded after rinsing his mouth, "It worked out."

"Hmm? What do you mean it worked out? How well did it work out?"

"Hmm… I'm not sure."

Ju-Hyeok grew frustrated, but didn't ask any further.

"I think he really liked me though."

"What's...