Episode Three
Decisions, Schmecisions
“Yihwan, you know I’m in pain right now, right? So can you cut the bullshit and tell me honestly—what the f**k—”
“Language, Junki-yah!”
Yihwan hid his laughter behind his face mask. Steven’s graying grandmother might be a head-and-a-half shorter, but Yihwan wasn’t about to risk getting hit with the back scratcher she was holding. Especially not since Grandma Bae couldn’t do that to her own grandson, who was recuperating from surgery.
When Steven groaned, Yihwan couldn’t determine if he was in pain or simply exasperated. Maybe it was a bit of both. The drummer did hold on to his wrist, which was now secured in a cast.
“Wae, nae saekki?” The old woman’s voice turned tender. “Does it hurt?”
“Ani-eyo, halmoni. I’m fine.” Steven smiled weakly at Gran
