Vae

You remember there'll be no update this Monday, right? RIGHT?¯(◉‿◉)/¯

It's the second time when our mr GoldenAlpha wore stripes. Does he do it for Yi Hyeon? (╹◡╹)ﾉ

Btw Yi Hyeon's stripes aren't just C.R. Jade's thing. The novel, even with messy translation, gives more insight to his personality/character.
Let me share some parts. All quotations aren't spoilers at this point. The last one ab mechanical tears is from the night Yi Hyeon spent in Weikun's house, after his panic attack (not actually ab his personality, but I found it an interesting concept):

There wasn't any special reason or stubbornness behind only wearing striped T-shirts. I didn't have an eye for choosing stylish clothes, nor was I particularly interested in my attire in general.

The initial thought was that stripes wouldn't be too dull but also wouldn't stand out too much. Because of that, my closet had gradually filled up with nothing but striped tops. In truth, I didn't own that many clothes to claim I only wore striped T-shirts. That was mainly because I had only packed two or three thin long-sleeved shirts when I left my grandfather's house, so I actually needed a few short-sleeved ones as the weather grew increasingly warmer.
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Until now, I had tried to protect myself by "choosing nothing." I believed that by continuously refusing to move on to whatever came next, I could remain in the present and maintain myself.

But doing nothing wasn't a way to maintain the status quo.

Bricks, plastic cups, and erasers can maintain their current state if left untouched. Generally speaking, they can.

But living things could not. If you didn't water them, if you didn't provide nutrients, if you didn't open a window for ventilation... they would wither. Their minds, their emotions, even their unique personalities and talents.
Morae, Hanyi hyung, Yuni noona, Juhan-hyung, the Teacher, and the CEO. Even Inwoo hyung. They were all shining people. People filling their lives with their own conviction and passion.

Surrounded by their abundant light, I myself was nothing more than dried-up mud, lacking even the nutrients to sprout a single blade of grass.

That was the result of me 'choosing nothing.'
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I had to get myself together. For the sake of the people who looked back at me even when facing the paths they desired, because they couldn't leave me alone. I had to pull myself together and move my own two feet.

I now clearly understood that choosing nothing would not preserve my current situation.
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"They were not the tears of emotional release that surge up and burst forth from the foundations of existence shaking and opening a rift. They were merely a physical reaction, tears that kept flowing without cooling anything down or resolving anything."