It was not long before Jae's "How Can I Say" puns were forced to come to a stark end... impeded by the opportunity to make "I'm Serious" ones. Young K's threats to throw Jae's favorite skateboard into the ocean lost all their volatility. 

Day6 began filming their new project "I'm Serious" on a rugged beach, driving in a white, roofless truck on a winding road that flooded Jae with memories of California's Highway One.

It's a love song thought Jae, reassuringly, but at least it's a cool one. I won't die from cheesiness. Yes, cheesy love songs had been added to his ten-meter-long list of things he was allergic to. 

And most importantly, as a band, they weren't a soundtrack anymore (or at least, that's what their perfectly normal brains had concluded). For months they had not been teleported anywhere. They felt free and blessed. They felt like a true band especially as the view count for "Congratulations" grew immensely. Not to mention the absurd growth in anime fans for some strange reason.

The day of their shoot was nice, the ride was nice, the wind was nice (and Jae's hair was cooperating with it for the first time in an eon)...

And it all continued to be nice until they lost sight of their company's black equipment van and got lost.

"This is your fault!" said Wonpil to Sungjin. "You just suggested that we ride alone, without the manager."

"No, it was Jae's idea to ride in this in the first place!" said Sungjin, stopping by the road and pulling over. "Now that there's no wifi, what are we going to do? Huh, Jae?" He glanced up at the driver's mirror to see Jae, sitting in the backseat, head buried behind a large map he had found in the seat pocket.

"So I see Antarctica..." muttered Jae... "Up there is China... Oh there is Korea." He smiled up at Sunjin, looking perfectly confident. "I believe that we are somewhere on the coast of a country called Korea."

"No, really?" Sungjin huffed from annoyance. "Get out."

"I'm... serious," said Jae with a smile.

Young K shot forward and glared at him, Jae's delinquent puns being the oil to his fire. "ONE MORE SONG PUN AND I'M DELETING YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT!" he yelled, making their flimsy, white, Tumblr, roofless truck shake.

"That is... if we ever find our way back home," added Wonpil nervously.

Dowoon was tucked in the trunk sound asleep. A gentle snore slipped from the back.

They had filmed the music video on an empty beach (and they had tried to throw Wonpil into the ocean but they got caught before it could happen) and stopped by a lovely, wooden cafe, to sit on a bench with their guitars and film some more with their old town vibes and summertime shirts, singing their souls out while trying not to get distracted by the black and white stray dog Dowoon had found and failed at convincing their manager in letting them keep.

The air was cold, and the road empty in front of them. It seemed that they were getting closer to farmland, the country-side. But they had no idea whether it was the correct way. They rarely, as a matter of fact, had an idea of anything.

The engine of the car gave a startling noise making them jump in their seats. In the back, the sleeping princess grunted.

"What's going on?" Sungjin mumbled worriedly.

The answer to his question came in the form of the engine of the car sputtering, whining, screeching, and gradually, eventually causing the entire truck to come to a loud, lurching stop.

There was silence. A dreadful, awful, painful, soundless silence.

Then...

"WE'RE GOING TO DIEEE," cried Wonpil, burying his head into his hands.

"Yes," said Jae firmly," as a matter of fact, as decreed by God and the laws of the universe, every living creature, inevitably including humans, are bound to confront death at one point..."

"nOW IS NOT the time for your PREACHING, Mr. Lunch Money Activist," yelled Young K. "Could you, for once, use that smart brain of yours and all those books you've read, and help us?"

Sungjin jabbed the keys into the ignition and tried to start the car but it did not work. Stuck in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere, they didn't budge. In the back, Dowoon snored again.

"I'm convinced that all the problems we face, including this one, is because of Global Warming," said Jae.

"Jae, you have hidden talents don't you?" said Wonpil eagerly, "Is fixing a car one of them?"

Jae thought about it deeply and intently. "No, my secret talent is being a food eraser. Nothing else so far."

"I'll do it." Sungjin stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut and walked to the front of the car. He was about to lift the front hood when the sound of an approaching vehicle made him pause.

Everyone jumped out of the truck (except, of course, Dowoon, who was still sound asleep, most likely dreaming about the dog or being a world-acclaimed drum) to wave to their potential rescuer.

To their delight, on the opposite side of the road, a familiar-looking red pick-up truck slowly drove in their direction.

To their relief, it stopped in front of them. The driver's door opened and out stepped a young man.

Their mouths dropped open when they realized who it was.

He was the character they had been playing the soundtrack for all along.

He was the betrayed heroine of their song "Congratulations."