The next day, Bobby, Hanbin, and Junhoe were in one of YGE’s recording studios together.

“Eo-jae eo-di ka-seo?” Hanbin asked Bobby passively. Where did you go yesterday?

“Hm, just out,” Bobby answered, focusing on the ding from his phone.

He grinned.

Bobby smirked, unaware of the stares from Hanbin and Junhoe.

“Hey—” he started before freezing, seeing that both his friends were looking at him, “Mwoh?” What?

“Wae oo-seo?” Junhoe asked, slightly scared. Why are you smiling?

“Jo-reul mal-ha-neun-keo-ya,” Bobby shrugged. I’m talking to Jo.

“Mwoh?” Hanbin blurted. What?

“Pyeonee-jeom-ae-seo keu yeo-ja?” Junhoe asked, now interested. The girl from the convenience store?

“Wae mal-eul-ha-neun-keo-ya?” Hanbin interrogated. Why are you talking to her?

“Eo-jae shik-ryoh-poom ka-kae-ae-seo keu-nyeo-ee boo-deet-chyeot-da,” Bobby replied, “It’s not a big deal dude.” I bumped into her at the grocery store.

“Naun beon-hoh-reul kyoh-hwan?” Hanbin continued to grill. And you exchanged numbers?

“Yeah,” Bobby said confusedly, sitting up from his lying down position on the couch, “Wae keu-rae?” What’s wrong?

Hanbin was in his head for a moment before standing up and walking to the door.

“Chang-kam-mahn,” Bobby exclaimed, running towards the door to block Hanbi