Frankly, Hansol isnāt sure what heās doing. Ever since arriving at the festival to help at the broadcasting clubās booth heād been confused, running around this way and that, fetching things and plugging things into other things, and all the while, heād been wondering when the fun bitĀ would begin. People are doing some sort of video message thing, and while Hansol thinks the idea is cute, heās not having fun being the one facilitating it, rather than receivingĀ a cute message.Ā
One weirdĀ occurrence the day had brought about was that Subin had been helping out, and as usualĀ heād been stiff and cold with Hansol. Heās not sure why Subin doesnāt like him, but knowing Hansol, Subin had probably heard about him and didnāt like the kind of person he is. His loss, Hansol thinks with a pout. Even if Subin had been weird for a few hours, Hansol had been nothing but nice to him, since heās not about to give him anotherĀ reason to dislike him.
Hansolās doing somethingĀ he was told to do, pushing buttons on something, he thinks, when Subin returns from whatever heād been off doing, probably delivering one of the video messages again. Hansol smiles and offers him a bottle of water from the crate by their booth.Ā āItās hot, make sure you stay hydrated!ā