Semantic Error - Chapter 43

“And when I sent you the image in the guidelines, I definitely wrote down for you to label it like this: the type, underscore, detailed type, underscore, and two digits, right?”

“…..”

“You didn’t use an underscore here, and you just used one digit on all of them. Put a zero in the front. And don’t mix cases. Only use lowercase letters. Why is someone who has used the web like this?”

That was all he cared about. It didn’t make sense that there wouldn’t be any mistakes when dozens of files had been created in one go within a tight deadline. Even more so considering that he normally had the habit of naming files things like ‘Final_final11reallyfinalfinal_1_1. ai.’

“You’re a bastard who wouldn’t bleed even if stabbed.”

Sangwoo ignored Jaeyoung’s comment and put his laptop in his bag. Wouldn’t there be anything like ‘good job’ today? Jaeyoung waited internally, but the cold wind only howled furiously. Even if he worked himself to death, he wouldn’t hear any praise. Ultimately, Chu Sangwoo’s interest in him had just been a delusion created by hope.

Jaeyoung casually called Sangwoo when he stood up after pushing in his seat.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“How are your studies going these days?”

Since he had nothing to say, a question had popped out of his mouth about his aunt’s husband or water. Sangwoo’s eyes met Jaeyoung with an expression asking why he was asking such a thing.

“I’m studying. I came after doing it today as well.”

“You’re Superman.”

“I’m in good condition these days, so my studies are going well.”

“I guess it’s good that I dropped out of class. Be grateful, bastard.”

It was his turn to look rotten and tell him to stop spitting out bullshit. That had been the case in the pattern so far. However, Sangwoo rolled his eyes and stared at a corner of the ceiling.

“No. That’s not exactly the case.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t wa…”

“You don’t want to talk about it. Is that phrase trending?”

It was now time to leave the conference room. Soon, Sangwoo actually stepped towards the door. Jaeyoung reached out to grab his arm, then recalled that Sangwoo hated physical contact, so he rotated his own wrist and grabbed a backpack strap instead.

“Don’t you think I’ve lost weight?”

“No. Let go of this.”

Time gained by saying something useless: one second. He would probably be gone within three seconds. Jaeyoung came up with a brilliant idea while racking his brain.

“I have a lot of things to correct. There was a part that I didn’t quite understand… why don’t you personally take a look at it and let me know?”

“You didn’t even get that?”

“It’s good to confirm everything. You have never gone to an art college, have you? Take a look at my workspace and have a cup of tea or something. You said you’re done studying anyway.”

“…. Sunbae’s studio?”

It was hard to understand what he was thinking by just listening to his voice. He couldn’t even see the guy’s face because of his cap. Jaeyoung slightly pulled the strap of his bag.

“Let’s go. You don’t have anything else to do anyway.”

“I have a lot to do, though.” Sangwoo resolutely said and crossed his arms.

“But I do need to check sunbae’s work environment, because I don’t think it’s a good environment. There’s a lot of work, so it’s better for both of us to maximize efficiency.”

“Right. That’s what I’m saying.”

Jaeyoung, who was slouching on the desk, jumped up. Sangwoo’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Now?”

“Then?”

“My mind isn’t prep…”

“What kind of guy needs to prepare his mind? It’s just a quick visit. Just follow me.”

Jaeyoung moved forward while pulling Sangwoo’s backpack strap. While they were leaving the library, Sangwoo followed without saying a word.

The weather was sunny and cool in early April. It was Jaeyoung’s favorite kind of weather. He was walking and whistling and whenever Sangwoo got too far away from him, he pulled the strap once. They eventually arrived in front of the art college.

“It’s a studio for four. You have to apply to use it once a semester.”

“Then, are there other people as well?”

“There are two of us, but one is going to the army. One person is doing their job, so don’t worry about it.”

“Is it a senior of mine?”

“You’re in the same grade, but they’re the same age as me. Greet them yourself.”

Two years older, but in the same grade. Sangwoo looked troubled. Usually when it was like that, he could just tell them to call him noona, but that was impossible for Chu Sangwoo. Jaeyoung opened the door to the practice room.

“It’s here. Go in.”