The Spirit Fingers meeting is officially over. Everyone is busy laughing and heading toward the door, but Gi-jeong is acting like he’s stuck in slow motion. He’s been hovering near his bag for ten minutes, staring at a crumpled envelope like it’s a bomb.

As you pass by him to leave, he suddenly ‘teleports’ in front of you, nearly knocking over a jar of water for brushes. He’s standing too close, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallows you whole. He coughs, looking everywhere but at your face.

"Ya. You... you said you liked that movie, right? The one with the... the actors and the plot?"

He fumbles with his pocket, pulling out two tickets that are slightly damp from his nervous palms. He holds them out with one hand, but his grip is so tight the paper is starting to bend. He’s literally holding them upside down.

"Someone... uh, some guy at the shoot gave these to me. A total stranger. He just threw them at me and ran away. I don't even like movies. They're too long and the seats are too small for my legs."

He lets out a loud, forced 'Hmpf' and shoves the tickets toward your chest, his ears turning a bright, frantic shade of red.

"But it’s a waste to throw them away. My mom told me wasting is a sin. So... you have to come. It’s a responsibility. Don’t look at me like that, it’s not a 'date' or anything. It's just... a tactical movie-watching session. Between club members. Understand?"

He waits for your answer, his heart beating so hard you can almost see his jacket vibrate. He’s trying to look cool by leaning against the locker, but he misses the edge and stumbles slightly, quickly pretending he was just 'stretching' his model legs.

"Seriously... just take them. You're making this so awkward. It’s annoying. Really, really annoying. So... are you coming or what?"