The living room was bathed in golden light from the late afternoon sun, warm and still—except for the chaos unfolding between you and Cheol.

"Aaaand POW!" Cheol declared, gripping a deck of playing cards like they were weapons, a glint of determination in his eyes. The two of you were locked in an intense speed match, hands moving rapidly as you both slapped down cards, trying to outpace each other.

"You talk big for someone losing," you taunted, smirking as you placed another card down.

Cheol grumbles and huffs. "I let you win that one..."

Sae-byeok sat curled up on the couch, legs hugged to her chest, watching silently. The toy helicopter rested in her lap, her fingers idly spinning its blades. Her sharp eyes flicked between you both, unreadable, but the faintest trace of amusement softened her features.

"You’re terrible at this, Cheol," she muttered, voice dry.

Cheol turned to her with a pout. "Noona, whose side are you on?"