Kang Yeonhoo, who had apparently had a few drinks, suddenly held out the bottle he was drinking from. When I waved it off, he pouted. “Anyway, well. Seo Hoyun-ssi, you’re good at singing, and your dancing’s not bad ei—...” “So this was all just to roast me, huh?” Kang Yeonhoo laughed so hard his shoulders shook. “Just kidding. I really think you’re amazing. I think you’re going to keep rising.” “Of course. Who else but me would rise?” “Damn, the confidence.” It wasn’t confidence. I was simply stating what I had to do—what I was supposed to become. Moving up from second-tier to first-tier wasn’t easy, just like how going from being a complete nobody to even a second-tier idol wasn’t easy. Even if you were signed under a major agency, even if you were pushed like crazy, if the public didn’t remember your face, it meant nothing. That’s why, no matter how much people cursed at them for it, when the idol’s image started to feel stale, companies would pump out new junior groups like a factory, trying endless new approaches. Because who knows what’ll go viral in a month, in a year, or in ten years? I figured it was star power. The kind of thing that bastard Joo Woosung had when he said I was just scraping by with my face and guts. Kang Yeonhoo seemed to fall into thought for a moment, then spoke again. “In the past year, The Dawn’s overseas fanbase has grown a lot too, so if you get a chance, I think trying for the U.S. market wouldn’t be a bad idea. We totally flopped after just pushing blindly, but.” “Wow, thank you for giving me a heads-up based on your valuable failure.” Kang Yeonhoo glared at me with a sulky look. WH Entertainment was annoyingly sentimental. Even though we were supposed to be rivals, look at how nicely he was treating me. “Well~, you’ll handle it all just fine, Seo Hoyun-ssi. I saw how you slipped through that documentary interview without a hitch.” “I also enjoyed watching that comment from one of your teammates after the stage ended, the one where he said he felt like he was at the center of the universe.” “What?! Who said that?!” Kang Yeonhoo must have had no clue—it made him spit out his beer. “Why didn’t you stop him?!” “Do you know Hi-Five?” “Wow, you really have no professional ethics!” I’d looked up Kang Yeonhoo before and saw tons of fan comments saying he was calm and cool-headed. But I really couldn’t tell where the calmness or cool-headedness was right now. “You’re seriously annoying. You know that?” “Of course. But that’s actually my favorite thing to hear. You didn’t know?” He let out a long sigh like he was swearing off ever giving me advice again, then stumbled off with his empty beer can in hand. Maybe based on the experience he’d built up surviving in this industry, he’d roughly pieced together where we were headed next. That bastard Kang Yeonhoo’s probably going to blow up even more too. He’s not someone to take lightly. ‘But sorry, we’re going to blow up before you guys do.’ Smirking, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. ‘Alright, time to enter Phase Two.’ Coming all the way out here just to perform for 20 minutes and leave—wasn’t worth the time, effort, or cost. [Lee Jihyun: Yup, you're talking about the teaser, right??] I stared at the message that came flying in like lightning. Was Lee Jihyun equipped with Bluetooth or something? [Lee Jihyun: Yup, I’ll upload it once the national pride chatter dies down a bit!!] [Lee Jihyun: You mean you want to include some European vlog vibes too, right?? Send it over and I’ll check it right away!] I was honestly impressed with how perfectly in sync Lee Jihyun was. [Me: Hmm.. Lee Jihyun-ssi, by any chance—] [Lee Jihyun: No, I don’t plan on laying out a mat in Gangnam yet!] I was very satisfied. There was a reason she was always the top incentive earner every month. Chuckling, I sent one more message. [Me: Then I’ll send today’s fan song data now] ‘Always thinking of fans, no matter when or where.’ [Are our boys eating their kimchi well..] Thanks to the K-pop concert being streamed live worldwide in real time, Korean fans of The Dawn were spending each day devouring every video and clip. [Why is Seo Hoyun’s stage presence so good lately..] [The more I watch, the more I realize I’ve lost my damn mind over a man...] Seo Hoyun, who believed that once you draw a sword, you’d better chop some radishes, was fully committed to his job as an idol, working tirelessly to improve his weaknesses. And it was showing—his performance skills were visibly improving by the day. [Whoa, this is our variety show team combo lolol] [But our variety combo team really... They greet each other from afar then split fast └This must be Gen Z’s version of Bluetooth greetings.. └└Wait, aren’t greetings supposed to be via Bluetooth anyway? └└LOLLLLLLLL oh shit that’s so true] While Noeul was laughing and joking over stage and behind-the-scenes clips, they saw a fan account the next day that made them smile even wider. [So many people were staring at Sunghyun lololol His popularity in Europe must be insane I mean, with that physique and all, he totally has the kind of look that hits overseas └Sunghyun... do you really have to go to Europe? There are other women there, you know] [Why has Dajun been filming something on his phone all day? └Because he’s the type who wants to try every trend... probably wants to vlog └└God-tier cutie..ㅠ But Ichae films better └└LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL] [Saw Seo Hoyun at a Korean restaurant in Germany He looks like the kind of guy who’d quote art history at the Louvre while sipping wine with steak, but was eating soft tofu stew Ate two bowls of rice, even] [He got caught on PopPop and the funniest part was how he got busted ??: Why did you hide it Hoyun: I thought Noeul would be disappointed └LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Hoyun’s coy act is unreal LOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL] Naturally, there were also the typical “national pride” videos that felt like, “One cup of nationalism, shake—don’t stir.” [‘What happened at the German airport the moment a Korean idol arrived?!’ < Nationalist YouTubers really never change] [Honestly, should just go full Hoyun with it ‘The Korean idol who searched for soft tofu stew in Germany—who is he?!’ └LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL] But then, all of a sudden, the sightings stopped. They weren’t due back in Korea yet according to the schedule, but the lack of new posts from Germany made Noeul fans start to feel antsy. [Ugh... I know this is the most spoiled complaint ever but when we don’t get any updates, even selfies or PopPop, for a day or two, I feel so empty..] Noeul, who had been flooded with quality content until now, knew they were being dramatic, but couldn’t help expressing their feelings. [ㅠㅠNo behind-the-scenes either... guess I’ll just rewatch what they already gave us and wait] [Sigh... why does it feel so lonely when they go overseas] [Wait? Are they back in Korea? What’s going on, other idols are still getting spotted though] But all of that evaporated in an instant thanks to a single photo uploaded on The Dawn’s official SNS. In a street under a violet sunset, with a dreamy backdrop, Seo Hoyun was looking back over his shoulder with a radiant smile. The composition looked like someone else had taken it, and the photo wasn’t high-resolution—possibly on purpose. [??? What’s this photo?] Below the photo was a single letter: “O”, and a date. After that, more photos of the other members followed, each one adding a new letter. [Orbit??? What is this] [Is it a teaser for content? The comeback shouldn’t be yet] Then a notification popped up from The Dawn’s official YouTube channel. While the team had planned to film a self-made content series while they were in Europe, capitalizing on the moodiness of the location— —the biggest reason was Seo Hoyun pushing for a new fan song since it had already been over a year since the last. [YOU CRAZY BASTARDS~~~~!!!!!] Everyone had been thirsting for more of The Dawn, and updates had become even scarcer than when they were in Korea. Even the alphabet guessing game had reached its limit. Fans were so thrilled they even felt like bowing to Daepaseong of all places. The screen faded in with [THE DAWN], and the sound of wheels rolling across asphalt played. As the screen brightened, Kim Sunghyun rode a skateboard through an unfamiliar residential neighborhood, echoing the vibe of their previous fan song, Will You Go To Prom With Me? Pastel rooftops blurred past, cheerful guitar notes rang out, and a heartbeat-like drum rhythm supported a dreamy yet bright synthesizer. 【“Hey, is this recording?”】 The video, filmed while moving between Germany and Italy, had a slightly rough feel since the members filmed it themselves. As Kang Ichae’s muttering faded, the melody began. 【The earth folded, and I dreamed of holding Your hand on the other side】 It was a fan song they’d recorded before leaving for Berlin, dedicated to Noeul. 【I told you and you just laughed, seriously annoying】 Next, in a terrace café in Rome, Sung Jiwon took a huge bite of a sandwich. Sitting beside him, Seo Hoyun coughed from the powdered sugar on his tiramisu. 【One day you told me, Do you wanna be together?】 Clips of them pointing phones and pocket cameras at one another continued the sequence. It felt like you were peeking into a carefree moment between The Dawn members. 【I thought it was a joke No way you’d say something like that】 Jung Dajun appeared, tossing a coin into a fountain said to grant wishes. With one eye closed, he made the wish solemnly and succeeded in one go. Then he dashed to the camera and blew a kiss. Kim Sunghyun, watching him with folded arms and a fond smile, turned to the camera and gave a thumbs-up. 【Nah You are going far away, You didn’t answer and the silence dragged on Couldn’t control my face Umm Hmm Next came a full-screen shot of Kang Ichae waving in a self-cam, with Sung Jiwon suddenly popping in beside him with a grin. 【Because I’ll catch you anyway】 The sun began to set behind lush foreign landscapes. The synth rose higher and higher—dreamy, anxious, like youth ready to burst. 【Yes yes I tried to fold it too Bathed in that blue-red, dusky twilight, The Dawn members ran forward laughing. That scene slowly overlapped with a jet-black river. 【If you call me, I’ll spring out like a spring】 On a bridge, Sung Jiwon looked down at the moon floating in the dark water. 【The earth folded, and I [N O V E L I G H T] imagined holding you】 Seo Hoyun stood on a white sandy beach where the waves crashed in, 【I guess my world goes around you Just like the moon orbits the earth】 Jung Dajun stood by the sunlit window of a white house, 【Honestly, I never thought badly of you even once】 Inside a cathedral showered with kaleidoscopic light, Kim Sunghyun— 【I will waste my youth on you Always feel like I’m being dragged along But honestly, I’ve never once really hated it】 Then—snap! The screen suddenly went black, only to flicker back on moments later, revealing someone’s back. From behind the camera, Kang Ichae’s voice called out, “Hyung!” 【I guess my world goes around you】 Seo Hoyun turned his head slightly and gave a faint smile. 【Just like the moon orbits the earth】 The screen faded back into darkness, and the words [THE DAWN – Orbit] appeared. Noeul, who had been staring blankly for a while, pressed their palms to their foreheads. [I was in Italy that day...] It was just... perfect. [The era of the metaverse has arrived...] [I’m seriously overwhelmed right now Don’t touch me, I’m an otaku in bliss What if idols released fan songs once a year , regularly?] [Wow, the members filmed all this themselves, and Daepaseong just slapped the edit together in a rush... This... this is god-tier.] [And they’re basically all wearing the clothes fans gave them ㅜ damn ㅠㅠ] The fans hit replay without hesitation. The members of The Dawn walking and laughing and playing around across Europe was more than enough to set Noeul’s hearts on fire. [I feel unwell......] [Mom, I want to marry Seo Hoyun] [My heterosexuality has been fully recharged └Oppa, please stop smiling... other women are watching too └└Shhh, keep it down hehe Hoyun’s sleeping next to me right now... ㅠㅠ don’t wake him;; └└The delulu is OFF THE CHARTS LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO] While Noeul clutched their chests and screamed in delight, a sudden live notification popped up. Since they'd gotten used to these streams being turned on whenever they found a good restaurant in Berlin or wanted to talk to fans from their hotel, they figured it’d be the same this time. But instead, what appeared was a scene under a clear sky with a foreign backdrop—The Dawn, holding microphones, guitars, or seated at pianos. [What are you doing????] Even Kang Ichae was personally tuning his guitar. [ARE YOU GUYS BUSKING?!?!?!] Seo Hoyun greeted lightly and paused like he was thinking of how to phrase something. [Yes yes ㅠㅜㅜㅜ what is this you guys are amazing, so cool] The chat froze, like it had lagged for a second. But Seo Hoyun didn’t offer any additional explanation—his expression was calm and unbothered. “So we’re going to start busking now for our dinner.” ‘Create legendary self-produced content.’ April Fools’ Side Story ∴ This side story was released on April 1st and is not connected to the main plot. “What do you think of PD Seo Hoyun?” When people were asked about Seo Hoyun, their responses usually fell into one of two camps. “...Well, he’s not... that bad of a person... I guess?” Those who gave this kind of semi-positive assessment— “Fuck! Why are you asking me about that bastard?! That motherfucker——!!!” —and those who swore with twitching rage. Of course, even though they were technically opposite, both groups didn’t actually like him, and both reactions almost always devolved into insults anyway. But in the case of the first group, even if they started out ranting and cursing about Seo Hoyun, the moment someone agreed with them too seriously, they’d immediately retort with something like, “Not that bad. Sure, our PD’s a bastard, but you have no idea how competent he is!” leaving the other person baffled mid-insult. That was the kind of person Seo Hoyun was. Meticulous, sensitive, a perfectionist. Which meant he had a nasty temper, but was so good at his job that no one could openly oppose him—a difficult man to criticize. When he’d first joined the broadcasting station, people had underestimated him for looking like a young, pretty boy. They treated him carelessly—until he returned their disrespect tenfold, causing them to flee in horror and revise their judgment: “that scary-ass lunatic.” And so, many of the people around Seo Hoyun, who had accumulated grievances over time, eagerly awaited April 1st. Just one slip-up—they just wanted to see that cold, smug face of his finally crumble. Two years ago on April Fools’: “I totally love PD Seo~.” Even then, no one dared go further than lame lines like that, scared of provoking retaliation. People who usually avoided him like the plague would suddenly gather in swarms on April Fools’ to spout the same recycled gags. It was annoying, but easy for Hoyun to deal with. However, the problem that year was— —that he was in a really bad mood. He snapped the words without even turning around, his head buried in his computer screen, radiating annoyance. “Did I... fuck... did I do something to piss off PD Seo??” “N-no, it probably wasn’t that serious...” He had let it slide as a joke, but a few days later, people heard rumors that someone had ended up on Seo PD’s shitlist. They could only laugh nervously. Then, last year on April Fools’: “Wahaha, PD-nim! You’ve got the worst personality, but I respect the hell out of you and I really like you!!” It happened to be a day when the team had a rare moment of breathing room and went out for dinner. After the meal, Seo Hoyun had stepped aside to smoke, and a colleague—drunk and mistaking their courage for something else—approached without fear. “Is that an insult or a compliment?” “Aw, PD-nim~! It’s a compliment, of course~. I really mean it! Haha!” Seo Hoyun happened to be in a good mood then. That asshole division head, who kept rejecting his bold, fresh program ideas, had finally approved a new show. So, Seo Hoyun snuffed out his cigarette under the sole of his shoe and chuckled. “That’s funny, me too.” He raised his head, met their eyes, and gave a bright smile. “Well then, I’ll head off first. See you tomorrow.” He was just matching the tone. He apparently said similar things to several people that day—more than he could count on one hand. But the poor victims were left to flail in a pit of confusion and existential crisis. The next day, everyone—except Seo Hoyun—gathered and collectively agreed to abolish “confess-your-love-to-PD-Seo” jokes for the sake of workplace peace. “His face is too damn good, that’s the problem.” “Exactly. He’s a complete fucking lunatic, but if he just stays still, he looks all put-together and shit. That’s the problem.” Like the IV drips of coffee they all lived on, Seo Hoyun gossip flowed freely. After much discussion, they concluded that the “I like you” prank was too overused. From now on, they’d pick one unlucky newbie to do it on behalf of the team. And so, on this year’s April 1st: “Fucking hell! Goddamn seniors!” Even the Variety and Cultural Content departments started betting money on it. The newbie, PD Lee—who had neither power nor luck—was cornered and forced to do it. She made her way down to the editing room, where Seo Hoyun usually holed up like a hermit, only to hear that he’d gone to a music show filming instead. So she trudged over to the new location... and found Seo Hoyun already in conversation with someone else. She craned her neck to see who it was—and froze. Standing there was none other than Joo Woosung. ‘Holy shit, that’s Joo Woosung. Gorgeous.’ The center of Black Call, Korea’s top idol group. The hottest star in the industry. “Woosung-ssi, the company should contact you soon. The details of the shoot will be included, and if you agree to the appearance, we’ll coordinate the schedule.” Joo Woosung’s brows furrowed slightly, then smoothed out again. “Haha... That’s an honor. But I usually don’t know anything unless it goes through the company.” ‘Wait, isn’t it supposed to be super hard to book Joo Woosung nowadays?’ He must’ve personally come here to catch Woosung and secure the casting. As Seo Hoyun quietly stroked his chin, staring at him intently, Joo Woosung glanced around for help. But everyone else looked the other way and quickly passed by. No one wanted to get involved with Seo Hoyun. Eventually, Woosung hesitated, then asked slowly, “Is this your show, PD Seo?” “I’m not the main, but... yeah, I’m on it too.” Woosung tried to hide his expression, but it was written all over his face in size 72 font. ‘I really don’t want to do this.’ ‘Looks like Woosung’s not comfortable around PD Seo.’ Not just among the broadcasting staff—even among the celebrities who had to work with him, Seo Hoyun was a topic of controversy. Some chased after his efficient work style, desperate for results. A few rare ones tried to get close to him personally. But given all the infamous stories about him, most people found him hard to deal with. “Y-yeah, anyway, I’ll talk to the company about it.” As Woosung tried to hold back a “No, I really don’t want to,” Seo Hoyun’s gaze swept up and down his figure. The newbie PD barely managed to stifle a shriek. That was the face he made right before he started grilling someone—when something had seriously gotten on his nerves. But then, Seo Hoyun smiled sweetly. “If Woosung-ssi is uncomfortable with me and doesn’t want to appear, I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can.” “Eh?! No, no, it’s nothing like that!” “Haha, well~ it’s just that your face looked a little off. I don’t want to pressure you or anything.” ‘He’s doing it—Seo the psycho’s patented pressure-slam disguised as kindness!’ There was no way someone as seasoned as Joo Woosung wouldn’t notice. He was clearly panicking now. “N-no, PD-nim, I never said that...” “No no, we should always cater to our cast. Sure, I might have to run the shoot and coordinate and take care of the other performers, and sure, we might run into each other like once every minute! But—” “It’s fine. I’ll just walk , staring at the ground. I’ll sneak around in the shadows, wherever the lights don’t reach.” Then he drooped his brows dramatically. “And if you still don’t want to appear... I’ll explain everything to the division head. That you said it’s because of me......” Joo Woosung turned pale as marble. Gritting his teeth, he finally spoke in a slow, tortured voice. “N-no, I... I’d really love to appear...” “Yes! I’ll even tell the company I refuse to film if PD Seo’s not there. Absolutely! Promise!” “Haha, you don’t have to go that far~ but if you’re saying it so sincerely, I’m touched. Really, thank you.” The newbie PD was horrified. He got the casting like that?! What even was that method?! Even after that, Seo Hoyun continued with, “If you change your mind later, that’s totally okay. I’ll just bow my head and beg the division head, so please don’t worry at all~ Feel free, super casual~,” making sure Joo Woosung could never feel casual for a second. It wasn’t until Woosung staggered away, muttering curses under his breath, that Hoyun finally started giggling. The newbie PD clutched her head in despair, wondering how she could possibly deal with someone whose manipulation skills were practically max-level gangster tier. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net Then she remembered the senior who bet a single share of stock and told her, “Go kill it!” while shaking her by the shoulders. Hesitating, she finally stepped forward and called out. “Oh? What brings PD Lee all the way here?” ‘Did his mood improve a bit?’ There were rumors that he relieved stress by grinding people down. The junior PD was watching him carefully, trying to gauge the right timing to speak, when— “Why the hell is Kim Heeyoung over there?!” “PD Lee, sorry. Later.” Seo Hoyun shot up from his seat and darted away. No, “ran away” was more accurate than “left.” ‘...Who did he just see?’ ‘Let’s try again later.’ Several hours later, she spotted him again in the hallway and started to approach—only to have a coworker yank her by the back of the neck. “Hey, hey! Not now, don’t!” “You’ll die if you go now. Seriously. Don’t.” Now that she looked, Seo Hoyun was talking to a short woman, and even from a distance, the atmosphere was tense. Later, she found out it was his ex-girlfriend, a PD from another broadcasting company. ‘He had a girlfriend?!’ What shocked the junior PD more than the fact she’d narrowly avoided death... was the idea that someone with Seo Hoyun’s attitude had actually dated someone. Time flew by with back-to-back work, and five hours later, overtime began. At this rate, April Fools’ Day would end before she even had the chance to try again. ‘Ugh, what do I do...’ The senior producers who had bet on her success were staring over the partitions like they were going to skewer her. She didn’t have much confidence, but the fear of completely failing and ruining her work life was even scarier. So she decided to just go for it. ‘Third time’s the charm. We’re Korean, after all.’ She stepped out into the hallway and made her way to the break room. A few minutes ago, she’d overheard Seo Hoyun saying he was stepping out for a smoke. He was already done smoking, it seemed. He was now sitting on the bench next to the vending machine, hand on his forehead, muttering to himself. “Ah... I’m so fucking pissed...” ‘Right. Koreans should know when to quit!’ The junior PD was about to bolt when she saw the storm brewing over Seo Hoyun’s head— “PD Lee, what is it.” His voice froze her mid-sneak. He furrowed his brow and chewed on the end of his pen, not even looking at her as he asked, “You’ve been circling around all day. You have something to say, don’t you?” “Ah, hahaha... It’s nothing!” “Doesn’t seem like nothing. Come sit down.” She pushed her horrified expression down with one eye-roll and dragged herself over to sit two seats away from him. ‘Alright. I’ll just go for it. Rip the band-aid off.’ “I—I-I-I want to quit! Resign! I’m quitting!!” Done! She did her part. Seo Hoyun would either ignore it, or if he fell for it, he’d definitely respond in his usual sarcastic tone with something like, “What’s so hard about getting paid to do nothing?” or “If you’re serious, let’s resign together right now.” Then she could bow and yell “I’m sorry!” ten times and run for it. But the answer that came back was not what she expected. “If it’s personal, you don’t have to say. But is something making work difficult? Did that bastard Senior Kim act up again?” Well, sure, if she were to quit, 95% of the reason would be that guy. (The other 5% would be because of this psycho, Seo.) But she had no idea Seo Hoyun had even noticed that stuff. She was so stunned she couldn’t say anything coherent. The wrinkle in his brow deepened. “If that’s it, don’t quit. That guy’s just forgotten what it was like to be a rookie.” “If it gets really bad, I’ll make sure he stops bothering you.” She had only been saying “Huh?” all day, but Seo Hoyun continued with a serious face. “You’d be wasting your talent if you quit now.” Her mouth dropped open. And suddenly—tears welled up. “N-no! It’s not like that!” The idea that this sharp-tongued, psycho, bastard—but undeniably talented—Seo Hoyun was acknowledging her hit her square in the chest. “I-I mean, sometimes I do think this place is hell, but I don’t actually want to quit! This job is something I dreamed of for a long time, and I love it, and it’s meaningful! I want to work harder, too...” Caught up in her own emotions, she didn’t notice the way Seo Hoyun’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “I want to work hard and become a PD like you, PD Seo!!” As she beamed with trust and admiration, Seo Hoyun understood the entire situation instantly. He smiled kindly and spoke in the softest voice. “You must be really bored.” For a brief second, his face, exhausted from fatigue, looked like it was glowing with divine light. “—So you’ve got time to play jokes on April Fools’?” That was his “I’m about to lose my fucking mind” face. “Ugh... PD Seo, I’m sorry... I’m not bored at all... please stop giving me more work...” “What’s wrong with PD Lee?” “No idea, maybe a nightmare?” They were understaffed, so PD Lee had been sent to help at a music show. During a short break, she curled up in the corner of the set and tried to nap. But when she started mumbling and squirming in her sleep, the senior main PD nudged her awake. “PD Lee, wake up. Who’s this PD Seo?” “...Huh? What? What are you talking about?” “Oh ho, backtalking your senior now? This punk’s grown some teeth.” She wiped the drool off her chin and sat up. Even though she’d long since graduated from being the junior-most staff, the seniors still treated her like the baby. ‘This goddamn industry...’ It felt like she’d just had a horrible nightmare, but she was sweating buckets and couldn’t remember a thing. Cursing silently, she stood up—then noticed a drink sitting next to her. She opened it and took a sip, nudging her senior. “Whoa, thanks for the drink. Seriously, I’m touched.” “What? I didn’t get that. Wasn’t it you?” She was confused, but she’d already taken a few sips, and it didn’t taste like poison, so she finished it in one go. Behind her, The Dawn passed by in a noisy group. Seo Hoyun, who had been glancing over at her from behind, quickly averted his gaze. Just then, Jung Dajun clung to Seo Hoyun and asked, “Hoyun-hyung, what was that earlier? That drink?” Hoyun pushed Dajun off lazily and muttered, “Just saw someone I know.”