Sa-young looked for Uijae first. His wandering gaze finally settled downward, and he frowned.

Cha Uijae was reclining halfway on a soft beanbag, looking at Sa-young. A low table in front of him was piled with various snacks. His black mask gleamed under the light of the screen.

‘What the…?’

Wasn’t he supposed to be disciplining the Mackerels?

Sa-young stopped in his tracks. Uijae pulled another beanbag over with his arm, placing it beside him, and patted it lightly.

“Come sit.”

Why does he look so relaxed?

“Hyuuuung~nim~!”

At that moment, one of the Mackerels, now with his hair down, …