Hyeonu’s New York accommodation was the same hotel he stayed in for Arena Week. Hyeonu unpacked his luggage in the spacious suite and went straight to the bed.

‘I’m dying, dying.’

His stomach rumbled. It was from Incheon International Airport until when he arrived at JFK International Airport—every moment was hard for Hyeonu.

Kim Seokjung and Gang Junggu—the two of them ran around excitedly, as if to prove it wasn’t a lie that they rested comfortably in the sauna. Hyeonu, who was sandwiched between the two of them, was forced to run together. Of course, he wasn’t usually affected to this extent. It was just that Hyeonu had been drinking a lot of alcohol with his two friends who were on leave the day before. In this state, he had to hang out with the large drinkers, Kim Seokjung and Gang Junggu. He couldn’t be in a normal state.

Hyeonu was about to fall asleep if there wasn’t an uninvited interruption. The smartphone in Hyeonu’s pocket vibrated and showed off its presence. Hyeonu opened his closed eyes at the same ...