Dae-ho sat alone on his bed, legs scrunched up to his chest, holding his food with two hands and chewing with his mouth open as he took glances around the room.

He tapped his shoes to the beat of a song he was singing in his head, happily munching on his bread.

After a few moments he met the eyes of a dead-panned player, their face showed no emotion but tightly knit brows, he cleared his throat, giving them a dopey smile and a polite wave.