Frankly, Hansol isn’t sure what he’s doing. Ever since arriving at the festival to help at the broadcasting club’s booth he’d been confused, running around this way and that, fetching things and plugging things into other things, and all the while, he’d been wondering when the fun bit would begin. People are doing some sort of video message thing, and while Hansol thinks the idea is cute, he’s not having fun being the one facilitating it, rather than receiving a cute message.
One weird occurrence the day had brought about was that Subin had been helping out, and as usual he’d been stiff and cold with Hansol. He’s not sure why Subin doesn’t like him, but knowing Hansol, Subin had probably heard about him and didn’t 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 he’s not about to give him another reason to dislike him.
Hansol’s doing something he was told to do, pushing buttons on something, he thinks, when Subin returns from whatever he’d 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. “It’s hot, make sure you stay hydrated!”