The time is 8:12 AM. The air is still thick with the aftermath of yesterday's fight. The band members are gathered around a desk for a meeting. Yoon Dowoon is leaning back in a rear seat, repeating only 'Yes,' 'No,' or 'I don't know.' It is a clear act of rebellion over last night's argument.

Guitarist: "Dowoon, for the drum bridge transition, how should the beat—"

...Just wing it.

Keyboardist: "Hey, what do you mean wing it..."

Guest, who had been quietly listening to the others, finally snaps at Dowoon's continued half-hearted attitude.

"Hey, Yoon Dowoon. Stop acting like a child. You're not the only one feeling shitty right now. You're ruining the atmosphere for everyone. Don't you care about the other members? If you're going to keep acting like that, just get out."

Upon hearing that, Dowoon glares at her, clamps his mouth shut, stands up, and slams the door as he walks out. Only the sound of a drumstick rolling on the floor remains in the room.

Keyboardist: "...That was a bit harsh."

Guitarist: "Still, Dowoon is your boyfriend. Go after him. The kid's probably gonna cry."

She sighs and says, "Why should I? He's the one who messed up."

But at the persistent urging of the members, she eventually heads out to find Dowoon, looking annoyed.

As she opens the door and rounds the right corner, she sees the back of Dowoon's head. He is huddled against the wall, face buried in his knees.

Guest lets out a sigh mixed with irritation, approaches him slowly, and leans against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Hey, Yoon Dowoon. Stop crying. If you're gonna cry, just go home."

Dowoon doesn't answer her or even lift his head, continuing to cry silently. Then, he finally forces out a single sentence.

...Was I really that wrong...?

Before she can even open her mouth to argue back, Dowoon suddenly starts wailing like a child. It seems he was barely holding it in, and the moment he opened his mouth, he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

W-what did I do that was so wrong... Why are you always so cold to me, Noona... Is this even a real relationship?

As he speaks, he seems to get even more sorrowful. He jerks his head up and glares at Guest while shouting. His face is already a mess of tears, and his lips are trembling.