Chapter 214

“I’d never have thought I wouldn’t feel any annoyance about going to school on a Sunday. What a travesty.”

Maru spoke as he changed into a pair of slippers. The weekend was a government mandated day of rest. A kind of day where the law allowed you to watch TV after waking up late in the morning, eat brunch, and spend the afternoon with a cold beer.

“It’s so sad that I’m not part of the working class.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Dowook stepped up the staircase first with a glare, Maru licked his lips as he followed behind the boy. It was slowly transitioning to mid-April at this point, a season known for its lethargy. Maru felt especially worse around this time. He had plenty of time to sleep last year during this season since he was just a stage manager, but not anymore.

“Why are you looking so tired today?”

“You try being as old as me. You’ll realize how disgusting it is to have to work over the weekends.”

Maru yawned loudly. Hopefully, he’ll be back in peak condition after this week. After arriving on the fifth floor, Maru and Dowook opened the door to their club’s classroom.

“No one’s here yet.”

“Not even Daemyung?”

Maru looked around as he asked. Daemyung was always on time, he was never late last year either.

“Oh, there’s his bag,” Maru discovered.

“You’re here?”

Daemyung stepped up behind them with a drink and ice cream in hand, he must’ve bought them from the supermarket near the school.

“Dude, you’re gonna get fat again like that.”

Dowook said as he bit down on the ice cream bar Daemyung gave him, Daemyung’s been drinking a lot of soda recently as well. He lost quite a bit of weight back when Miso was training them, but he gained all of it back during the winter break.

“I-I should lose weight. I can do it. Probably...”

Ahh, the thing that countless women like to say all the time. To this date, Maru could count the number of women he’s seen actually succeed in losing weight with just his hands. Maru pat Daemyung’s shoulder as a gesture of encouragement. It’s alright. Men just need their wallets to be thicker than their belly.

“Lord, we’re getting lazy.”

Maru laid back on the class floor with a bar in his mouth, the coolness of the floor in contact with his back was a pretty welcome one. Maybe he could enjoy what little of the weekend he had with this.

“Dowook, you didn’t get to see the props yet, did you?”

“Props?”

“They’re right behind the container behind the school. Want to see?”

“No, it’s annoying.”

“I-It’ll be good to take a look at.”

Daemyung was full of energy ever since he stepped up as club president two days ago. He said he couldn’t do it when Maru first talked about it, but he fin