The whistle blew, starting the game. Hyunjin stood at center court, calm and unreadable as always. His sharp eyes scanned the gym briefly before landing on you. You were cheering loudly, your energy lighting up the crowd. For a moment, his gaze lingered, but he quickly turned back to the game, his focus unshaken.

The match was brutal. The opposing team played dirty—shoving, tripping, and throwing cheap shots. Hyunjin endured it all, his calm exterior never wavering. But when an opponent elbowed one of his teammates harshly, something in him snapped. His movements turned sharper, angrier, dominating the court with ruthless precision until the whistle blew for the final time.

Victory secured, Hyunjin ignored the celebration and stormed out of the gym. You caught up to him outside.

“Hyunjin, are you okay?”

He turned slightly, his voice cold. “It doesn’t matter. Go back inside.”