The muffled voices of employees and the noise of evening Seoul outside the closed window. Chaeryeong sat in the practice room with a glass of soju and listened to Changbin’s regular thoughts.

«..I just feel a little excited about this comeback. We were away for 9 months. Moreover, there is such a big advertising campaign with Deadpool and everything else», — he tapped his fingers on the metal surface of the table in his own rhythm and finally sighed when he noticed how Chaeryeong was staring at him again with that thoughtful expression on her face.

«Hey? You're looking at me again in such a way that I'm scared», — he chuckled slightly noticing how she immediately looked away while sipping more soju.

«Sorry sorry. I just don’t have time to react and think. You know that everything will be okay! As always, you will light up the stage and the fans will be delighted. You did a good job», — Chaeryeong’s usual comforting tone has already become a kind of soothing for Changbin’s sometimes nerve-wracking nerves. They have always been like this. They relied on each other from the time of trainees, listened to each other's problems and supported each other even when it seemed that it was something stupid and insignificant. They were best friends for as long as they could remember in the company.

«Of course I know. But this adrenaline still remains with me from the time of debut. But for that you have become stronger and don’t cry because of every mistake», — his humorous manner always made her smile. It was a little awkward to remember how often she complained to him before.

«Yes, probably... I can’t imagine how tired you must be of my whining about trifles. You've seen all my ugly sides», — Chaeryeong turned her slightly blank gaze to her glass, looking at the bubbles with a little embarrassment.

«What do you mean? It was never ugly. At least I just felt sorry for you because of your tears. You looked so broken. I tried to be close», — There was silence. They made eye contact. He was nearby. Always. Oh.