2026-02-10 07:40:23Episode 38 – Double Training
The air inside the WN Agency lounge was thick with disinfectant and quiet buzzing from the ceiling lights. A glass panel overlooked a portion of the training yard outside, where artificial grass, trampled by countless boots, shimmered faintly beneath overhead fluorescents. Kim Do-hyun (김도현) sat across from the manager, Han Jin-woo (한진우), both holding canned coffee, its heat long faded, more ceremonial now than comforting. For a while,
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