Chapter 483
Jung Dajun sighed over and over, his face dark. His expression, filled with melancholy, twisted faintly as if the mere act of recalling that day caused him pain.
“...It was really hard back then.”
He muttered gloomily.
“...Everyone was watching the video you edited, hoping they’d come to their senses safely. You could say the entire country of Korea was shaken up in support of you, Hyung. But in the end, you never woke up from the coma. While we were cleaning up the aftermath... well, as you know, we disbanded a year later.”
His unkempt blond hair fell messily over his forehead.
“We couldn’t even promote together anymore. Everyone split up and went solo. Jiwon-hyung and Sunghyun-hyung stayed at the company and appeared on variety shows, but Ichae-hyung—guess he didn’t want to stay in Korea—he went back to the U.S. I tried going solo and found some success, but... I still miss the days with The Dawn.”
He gave a lonely smile and carefully peeled an apple with a knife.
“...Not many people remember The Dawn now, do they?”
“......”
“I miss you, Hoyun-hyung.”
A long silence fell.
I accepted the plate he handed over and frowned at the apple slices he’d carved clumsily into a rabbit shape.