Chapter 65

                                    

                                          
Your Name Is
Splash.
As Woojoo lay down with his eyes closed, he heard the sound of water tickling his ears.
Someone touched his head.
"Is the temperature okay?"
"Yes, it's fine."
A routine question and a routine answer.
While the hair salon assistant washed his hair, he fell asleep.
He barely woke up to a shaking hand and sat in front of the mirror.
The clock said it was 4 a.m.
As his hair was being dried, he saw the corpses sprawled on the sofa behind the mirror.
Junghyun, who took off his shoes and lay down on his back, was cuddling with Jiho, and Bijoo and Rihyuk were nodding off while sitting.
Next to them were Minki Hyung and the actor team leader who came to support them today, wearing baseball caps.
The only ones moving were the expressionless salon teachers.
It was quiet.
They would probably laugh and chat when they got to the broadcast station later, but at this time of the day, they were all quiet like zombies.
A fitting sight for a Monday.
The reason they got up at this time was because of the music show.
People who only know the three major terrestrial broadcasters and K-net might ask, 'Huh? What music show on a Monday?'
But there was.
The actual broadcast was on a different day.
The recording they were doing today is 'Global K-Pop', a music show by Korean TV that introduced Korea in English.
The actual recording was at 10 o'clock, but the standby was at 7 o'clock, so they were getting ready from now on.
Well.
It was better than sometimes having to get up at 4 a.m. like this.
"You look more tired than usual. Did you not sleep well?"
"No, I slept the same as usual, but I guess it's because I had a radio schedule yesterday."
"Oh, right, you went on the radio?"
As he chatted with the hair teacher, a face with a grimace sat on the chair next to him with a thud.
"Hyung, I think I'm going to die."
"Why again?"
"My body hurts from where you and Rihyuk Hyung hit me yesterday."
"Hey, when did I hit you?"
Woojoo raised his hand to explain, and the tired faces laughed.
As his hair was being dried, Jiho, who was shaking like a beanpole, seemed to remember something and said, "Ah, I was mistaken. I guess it was in my dream."
"Hey."
"But my body still feels sore. You two kept choking me from behind, and using wrestling moves on me."
Well. That was true.
After the radio ended and they went back to the dorm, Woojoo taught him a lot of wrestling and jiu-jitsu moves on YouTube.
"You deserve it, you bastard."
"But thanks to me, you got the broadcast time, right? You admit that?"