Epilogue
“All right, let’s take a break,” Yihwan declared and turned to look at Steven, who was visibly uncomfortable where he was seated. “Steven. You okay?”
Steven nodded, but his left hand remained clenched around his right wrist. Yoojung, seated behind her gayageum a few feet away, offered him a hot pack, while Minchan suggested resuming rehearsal later in the afternoon. The look on Steven’s face said he wasn’t keen on taking up either.
“I’ll be fine. Just need a little rest.”
“Okay, but you gotta tell us if the pain is worse than usual,” came Yihwan’s mellow demand. “I don’t want you risking more injury—we’re not in a hurry to finish this album.”
The drummer nodded, grabbed his sticks and dragged his feet to the couch.
Rehearsal resumed, but Yihwan made sure to check in on Steve
