"Where are they?" Han asked, scanning the room.
"How?" Chaewon frowned.
"Your other members," Han answered.
"They're not here," Chaewon replied flatly.
"What? You're the only one? That's boring. I thought I'd be neighbors with idols."
"I am an idol," Chaewon muttered.
"Yeah… a former one," Han shot back.
Chaewon's face stiffened. After a pause, he asked, "Do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah," Han said quietly, noticing his expression.
"Sit wherever you want. Make yourself at home," Chaewon told him.
Han sat on the sofa. Chaewon brought a glass of juice, placed it on the table, and sat on the opposite side.
Han took a sip. "Chaewon, I want to say thanks for today."
For a moment, Chaewon thought he meant something else. He smiled faintly. "It's fine."
Han paused, then added, "Also for tomorrow. Mr. Jin from the store told me."
Chaewon's ears turned red, but he forced a calm voice. "It's okay." Both of them looked away.
After a moment, Han asked, "Chaewon… did you forgive me? For that time when I said those awful things to you?"
Chaewon chuckled softly. "That was ages ago. You still remember? Don't take it so seriously." (Haha, I sound cool, right?)
"Then why aren't you coming to tryout practice, you prick?" Han snapped.
Chaewon's eyes widened.
"Aren't you afraid you'll lose your sports scholarship?" Han pressed.
"Wait… what sports scholarship?" Chaewon looked confused.
Han tried to explain, but then it hit him. Jun had lied. He froze.
"Han, I don't even have a scho—"
"Shut your mouth. I know," Han cut him off, his face twisting in anger.
He stood up and stormed toward the door.
"Han, wait!" Chaewon rushed forward and blocked him.
Han glared. "You were in on this with him, weren't you?"
Chaewon's tone grew firm. "No. I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Then why didn't you come for practice?" Han shot back.
"I was busy with moving. I didn't have time," Chaewon explained.