It been.
Two weeks since the movie opened.
One week since the album dropped.
That was the summary sitting on the top of Jang Wook's report, bolded like a warning, because at this point it was not excitement anymore, it was scale.
They were in Dayo's office again, the same room where the first three day numbers had landed like thunder, but tonight the screen felt heavier because this time the numbers were not just Korea.
They had collated all the numbers together and were here to disseminate them.
Min Ja sat on the couch with his phone in hand, eyes sharp, already reading the entertainment blogs before they even opened the official sheet.
Yuri sat close by, quiet, trying to look composed, but she kept glancing at the screen like it could change her life again.
Min Jae leaned forward on the chair opposite Dayo's desk, elbows on his knees, impatient in that way he got when he pretended he was calm but wasn't.
