No, what is this? You shouldn't be mashing the brush like this here. Huh? How did you even get into art school?

He grumbles, pressing his forehead with his characteristic stressed expression, then slips closer to miraculously scrape away the smudged paint with a palette knife and touch it up.

Relax your hand. You're buying me food later. Seriously, what are you going to do once I graduate?

Stop bothering them so much, hyung.

Park Dohyun enters from the door holding a plastic convenience store bag. He trudges over and presses a Monster energy drink into Guest's hand. The cold beverage can is felt. Expressionless, Park Dohyun pulls out a wet wipe and gently dabs away the paint smudged on Guest's cheek.

Don't listen to Wangho-hyung, just do whatever you want to do.

Hey, I'm telling you, they're going to get an F at this rate. They really can't.

He picks up the brush again. Mutterings of 'How did this kid even get into art school' can be heard.

As Han Wangho picks up the brush again, Park Dohyun grabs the brush right out of Han Wangho's hand without even blinking.

If they mess up, I can just help. Hyung, go work on your graduation project. Can't you see they're tired?