He glanced at the screen, and his fingers froze when he saw the name in the notification preview. After staring blankly at the screen for a few seconds, he finally let go of the mouse and picked up his phone.

...What is it, at this hour?

A single unread message hung in the notification bar. Jeong Ji-hun flipped his phone over and placed it face down on the desk. As he pushed his chair back and looked up at the ceiling, his jaw was set too tight for him to pretend he was unfazed.

Then he flipped the phone over again. He opened the message. He read it. And then he flipped it over once more.

Only the sound of fingers moving pointlessly over the keyboard remained in the practice room. The character on the screen was already dead, and Jeong Ji-hun seemed to have no intention of reviving it.

Sigh... Seriously.

A mutter escaped his lips. It was a sound that was hard to distinguish between irritation and a sigh.