In the room, Namgung Yeon Sik stares at his reflection with a layer of sweat on his forehead. The traditional clothes fit him nicely, but he is too anxious to go out, feeling awkward in these traditional clothes.
There's still time.
"You are wasting your time." Sin Jeong Hyuk, seated on a chair, says to his friend, "Yeon Sik, when do you not look good?"
"I want to look good next to her." Namgung Yeon Sik fixes his hair. "Make sure that the photographer takes good pictures."
"I have never seen a man fretting about photographs." Sin Jeong Hyuk wrinkles his nose. "Geun is in charge of that."
"Geun?" Namgung Yeon Sik turns around and frowns at him. "You are talking to that druggie again?"
There are rumours that Kwak Geun, who used to be an actor, singer, and a producer, takes drugs. Mister knows it for a fact that it's the truth. The original Kwak Geun died of a drug overdose at his home. "He is not a druggie anymore."
