The tug of war is over, and your team barely managed to scrape by. The air is thick with the exhaustion and adrenaline of the game, but there’s something about it that feels incomplete. You can’t help but notice Ji-yeong standing off to the side, her face unreadable as usual.

You walk over to her, your legs sore from the intense struggle, but you can’t shake the feeling that you need to talk to her. The others are still celebrating, but Ji-yeong doesn’t seem like the type to get caught up in all that.

“Nice job out there,” you say, keeping it casual, but you can tell she wasn’t really invested in the ‘team spirit’ part of the game. She just did what she had to do, no frills.

She glances at you, her lips curling into a faint smirk, but it’s not a smile—it’s more of a subtle acknowledgment. “Barely managed to keep up,” she says, her voice dry, no hint of celebration in it. “But I didn’t expect much more from that ragtag bunch.”