Tae-min's eyes roamed from one corner of the guest room to the other. All had gathered to study together, but the atmosphere was totally killing Tae-min's mood.
Min-jun had laid all his textbooks and notes on the bed, and Seung-joon had found refuge on the floor beside the bed. Now and then they shared a glance silently.
Chang-min had taken up the sofa and sat there like a grave statute. He was wearing his reading glasses, and Tae-min thought that he resembled a middle-aged man.
Tae-min and Tae-jon were using the study table, but all Tae-jon did was stare at the same spot with a gloomy look in his eyes. Now and then, he checked the phone as if he was waiting for someone to call or text him.
Since the meeting at Han-bin's office, their day-to-day activities had turned out to be more like an army program. There were schedules and rules to follow and almost all of them felt like they were robots. There were no more outings or happy gatherings.
