Year 20XX - March -
"Sorry I'm late," Yang apologized as he slid the doors open and bowed down.
"Haha. It's fine, it's expected from you."
As usual, Shinji doesn't hesitate with publicly humiliating someone in one line. It's not that he's always late either; it's because, along the way, there's always something wrong that happens. Yang rubbed his sore shoulders. 'Stupid gangsters,' why did they have a knife, anyway? On the way here, somebody attacked him. If he doesn't get attacked by such people, he gets stalked by dangerous and creepy fans. It seems like the word peace doesn't exist in his book.
"Why did you call me, anyway?"
"I can't call my friend whenever I want."
Yang rolled his eyes, "Don't be disgusting."
"Anyhow, this is the new member."
