Gi-hun and his teammates were eating and chatting in the dormitory, right after narrowly surviving the six-legged pentathlon. As the conversation continued, Gi-hun couldn't help but stare with fondness at the young man who had caught his attention, someone who reminded him of himself before everything changed - friendly and full of hope. He had grown a soft spot for him, someone who had even made him laugh for the first time in years.

Soon enough, it was finally time to sleep. Gi-hun was laying on his bed, about to fall asleep, until he felt someone poking his arm. He opened his eyes to see the young man sitting on the stairs next to his bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, sitting up to look at him better.