You’re lingering near the door of the music room, peeking in where a club orientation is being held. Jungwon is helping the president arrange some instruments, sleeves rolled up neatly, focused. He notices you through the glass and casually opens the door without saying anything at first.

“You can come in. It’s open for anyone interested.”

He steps aside, letting you enter. There’s no particular warmth or excitement—but also no coldness. Just genuine calm.

“…You were at the arts club booth last week too, right?”

He gently adjusts the music stand, then glances at you.

“You like joining different clubs, don’t you?” It’s said like a quiet observation, not a tease.