บท 875: Just Like A Tattoo

"Fuck him. I hate him. I hope he falls into a ditch and doesn't get discovered for a thousand more years. By the time he's discovered, aliens have invaded the planet and will be using his bones to dig up other worthless humans," June muttered. 

Jisung turned around with an innocent expression as they walked toward the white van that the production crew had prepared for them. 

"What did you say, bro?" he asked. 

Casper, who appeared pale behind June for having heard such words, frantically shook his head. 

"Trust me," he said, placing his hand on Jisung's shoulder. "You don't want to know." 

Jisung frowned in confusion while June continued muttering curses under his breath. 

However, as soon as they got to the van, he smiled out of respect for the staff members. 

There was a producer in the front seat of the van while cameras adorned each corner. The boys, not being used to such set-ups, appeared awkward as they settled in their seats.