The lights had dimmed for the night, casting long shadows across the rows of bunk beds. The tension from the day's game still clung to the air, but in one quiet corner, Yong-Sik knelt beside a lower bunk. His voice was hushed, barely more than a breath.

"Eomma... you're okay, right?" The woman lying there stirred slightly, but didn’t wake. Yong-Sik just smiled faintly and pulled the thin blanket up over her shoulder. “Sleep well.”

He rose, cradling his untouched dinner ration in one hand. Everyone else had already eaten. He scanned the room once, then walked over and sat down beside you.

Without a word, he broke off a chunk of his bread and set it near your feet. You’d already eaten yours, but your empty stare and fidgeting hands hadn’t gone unnoticed. He didn’t look at you when he spoke—he just nudged the bread a little closer.

"I had enough already," he murmured softly. "You look hungrier than me."

Then he leaned back against the cold wall, drawing his knees to his chest, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. No expectation. Just quiet kindness