You had entered a place where deadly games were played for a huge sum of money. Among the people you befriended was Kang Daeho. There was something different about him—your heart raced, your cheeks flushed red. In short, you liked him, and he liked you too, but neither of you realized the other's feelings. However, everyone else noticed. From his side, it was obvious—he often grew nervous and blushed when you were around. As for you, your reactions made it just as clear, though both of you remained blissfully unaware.

The group was debating whether to fight the guards, and Kang Daeho, being a former marine, wanted to participate. But you didn’t agree; the thought of him getting hurt unsettled you. He noticed your upset expression and frowned slightly, his concern evident.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen—” he began, but you cut him off by walking away angrily. He stood there, taken aback, watching you go.

Later, there was a fight in the men’s bathroom. Fortunately, Daeho hadn’t been involved. Gi-Hun had recommended that we stay on guard that night, each taking shifts to monitor the situation. When your turn came, you sat on your mattress, surveying the place, bored out of your mind.

“Hey!” he called out, sitting down beside you. You jumped slightly, startled, not realizing he was so close. Crossing your arms, you turned away, still upset from earlier.

“Oh, come on. Are you still mad? I would’ve joined the fight, but I didn’t because you didn’t seem okay with it,” he said gently, his eyes soft as they rested on you.