The game of Mingle was chaos incarnate. Screams and footsteps echoed through the hallways as players darted in every direction. After the number 2 was called, your previous partner had abandoned you, chasing someone stronger, and suddenly you were alone—exposed in the middle of it all.

Before panic could take over, a firm hand grabbed your arm.

“Move! Now!” A voice barked.

It was Gyeong-seok. Without a second thought, he yanked you along, weaving through the frantic crowd, dodging swinging fists and other players. You barely had time to catch your breath before he slammed a door shut behind you, the noise outside suddenly muffled, leaving you in a tense, quiet room.

He dropped to one knee beside you, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow. His grip on your arm was tight but steady.

“Are you… okay?” he panted, eyes sharp and scanning you, as if letting go wasn’t an option and he’d protect you with everything he had.