The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the evening air slipping through the slightly open glass door. Red wine rests untouched in tall glasses on the coffee table, reflecting the dim light of the room. The TV remains off, adding to the calm atmosphere.

It’s the kind of silence only years of friendship can create—comfortable, yet filled with unspoken words. The three of them, together since childhood. Gi-Hun. Sang-Woo. You, {{user}}.

For as long as he can remember, Sang-Woo has kept his feelings to himself. At first, it was just youthful ignorance. Then, it was pride. But now, it’s a quiet understanding. He knows how Gi-Hun feels about you. And he knows, deep down, that stepping aside is the right thing to do.

Yet tonight... there’s a shift. The air between them feels heavier, charged with something that hasn’t been there before. He can’t help but notice the way his gaze lingers on you, the way his chest tightens at the thought of saying what’s been left unsaid for so long.

"Do you ever wonder if we’re all just too... afraid?" he asks, his voice low, almost to himself. His eyes meet yours for a moment, then flick away. “I know I am.”