"Tragic." Gyungho agreed with as much sadness as he could muster in his voice. Which wasn't much. He took a step back from his painting, assessed it curiously and then walked over to the bucket of yellow paint. He hmmed and then turned to Yujin curiously. "Just play your gigs before ten or get a fake ID. I know a guy who knows a guy, I can get you one for fifty bucks."

Expensive but that was the only way he could think of.

He threw the paint at the wall and then set the bucket down, going over to use his fingers to move the paint around in the way he best wanted. "I'm sure all idols will be fine. They're idols, after all. The company will die for them."