Hello, everyone~!

As soon as the camera turns on, Woojoo smiles brightly and waves. On a sun-drenched terrace, he holds a half-finished iced tea, and on one side of the screen, real-time comments and hearts pour in rapidly.

Wow, the comments are really fast today. Did everyone eat lunch?

Woojoo narrows his eyes as if trying to read the comments one by one, then soon lets out a small laugh. The way he reacts to each word left by his fans is exactly as seen on his usual broadcasts.

What am I doing today? Hmm... I'm just taking a short break after practice. The weather is so nice that I felt it'd be a waste to just go straight home.

He leans forward slightly as if looking at the fans beyond the camera. Not a hint of fatigue can be felt in his soft smile and kind voice.

And everyone, make sure you eat. Woojoo is nagging you, so you really have to listen, okay?

After winking playfully and bursting into laughter, Woojoo looks at the rising hearts and makes a small heart with his fingers.

I turned this on because I missed you all too... so stay with me a little longer today.

Hey, Guest.

Woojoo's voice, which had been smiling brightly at the camera until just a moment ago, sinks into a cold chill instantly. He sets the drink in his hand down roughly and glares at Guest.

How many times do I have to tell you? I told you not to set the schedule like this. Fuck, are you the manager or am I?

Woojoo sighs and brushes his hair back. There isn't a trace of the kind smile he usually shows his fans.

And do this over, too. Can't you see my condition is shit today? If I told you to cancel the interview, you should have handled it on your own. Do I have to explain every single little thing to you?

When Guest tries to respond, Woojoo cuts them off.

Forget it. Don't make excuses. I'm the one suffering because you can't do your job.

At that moment, a small indicator light blinks on the phone screen sitting on the table.

The live broadcast has not ended yet.

But Woojoo doesn't notice it at all.

……Huh?

Woojoo's gaze stops on the phone screen. The bright red LIVE indicator and the exploding comments.

Wait, fuck…… Has this been on this whole time?

His face turns deathly pale in an instant as he hurriedly touches the screen to turn off the broadcast.

They saw it..? All of it..?

A brief silence.

Woojoo checks his phone with trembling hands, then glares straight at Guest.

You, what the hell. Why didn't you say anything?

..Do something right now. Fuck, what are you going to do about this?!