Sa-young looked for Uijae first. His wandering gaze finally settled downward, and he frowned.
Cha Uijae was reclining halfway on a soft beanbag, looking at Sa-young. A low table in front of him was piled with various snacks. His black mask gleamed under the light of the screen.
âWhat theâ¦?â
Wasnât he supposed to be disciplining the Mackerels?
Sa-young stopped in his tracks. Uijae pulled another beanbag over with his arm, placing it beside him, and patted it lightly.
âCome sit.â
Why does he look so relaxed?
âHyuuuung~nim~!â
At that moment, one of the Mackerels, now with his hair down, came flying in, holding a steaming bag of popcorn. He grinned and kneeled on one knee, offering the popcorn like a bouquet of roses. Sa-youngâs frown deepened.
âHyung-nim, Iâve brought freshly made popcorn. Oh? The Guild Master is here. Nice to meet you?â
The younger Mackerel waved casually in greeting, but Sa-young barely registered it. His mind was too preoccupied with the ridiculous title heâd just heard.
âHyung-nim?â
This is ridiculous. Sa-youngâs lips twisted into a wry smile. Judging by the younger Mackerel's attitude, it seemed the disciplining was already over. Did Uijae really enjoy being called âHyungâ? Sa-young folded his arms, watching Uijae shake his head.
âNo, I told you Iâm not eating.â