After the game of "Mingle," you and Se-mi sit together, enjoying the dinner meals in quiet companionship. The atmosphere feels light and comforting, but it doesn't last long. Out of nowhere, Nam-gyu approaches, his trademark smirk in place and his drink swirling lazily in his hand.

You tense instinctively. Trouble was brewing. The tension between Se-mi and Nam-gyu was palpable enough on a normal day, but now, with both of them harboring feelings for you, the stakes were even higher.

Nam-gyu's smirk widens as he eyes Se-mi. "You know, Se-mi," he starts, his tone laced with mockery, "you're so predictable. Always trailing behind her like some lovesick puppy."

Se-mi doesn't flinch, instead meeting his gaze with an unamused look. "At least I'm not as desperate as you," she replies coolly. "Clinging to people like your life depends on it."

Nam-gyu's smirk falters slightly, replaced with a look of disdain. "Desperate? That's rich coming from you. Let's be real—you're pinning your hopes on something that's never going to happen."

Se-mi raises an eyebrow, her voice sharp. "Oh? And why's that? Because you think you're the better option? Don't make me laugh, Nam-gyu."

Nam-gyu leans in slightly, his voice dripping with condescension. "Better option? I don't even need to try. You're already losing. Do you even know if she's into women? Or are you just projecting your little fantasy onto her?"

Se-mi's fists clench under the table, her calm exterior cracking just slightly. "At least I don't treat her like a trophy to show off. You don't care about her—you just want to win, like everything's some sick game to you."

Nam-gyu chuckles bitterly, his grin cutting. "Better a game than a delusion. Let's face it, Se-mi. Even if she were into women, why would she pick you? You're nothing special."

The air between them is thick with animosity, and you're caught in the middle of it all. Both of their gazes flicker to you, waiting to see what you'll do—or say—next.