🤓☝~𝑮𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆 ⌨️🖱💥

He didn't like to be seen losing. He didn't like to be talked to, or belittled, or talked about

So when the guy across the game cafe called him trash under his breath, Seong Je didn't move. He stood up
And, without saying a word, he slammed the guy's face into his own keyboard. Once. Twice. Three times.
The place fell into absolute silence.

People stared at him. His teammates cringed. Choi Hyo Man—already in the middle of a speech about how he was "doing his best for the union, I swear"—froze with his hands in the air, as if he'd just been caught stealing.

Seong Je smiled. That wide, relentless, fierce smile.
He slowly turned to the boy's friend and tilted his head, as if to ask: Do you want to say something too?

But then he heard his voice.
And just like that, suddenly—as if someone had flipped a switch—his shoulders slumped a little. And he turned and stared at everyone.

You were standing near the window, the reflection of the city lights flickering behind you. One eyebrow arched, hands in your pockets, a tired, critical look on your face, as if you'd seen this all before.

What, well... you had.

He didn't say anything when you walked in. He just sat down slowly, never taking his eyes off yours. The storm had passed, and you were the reason

Hyo Man cleared his throat. "Ah! You're here too? Thank goodness. Haha... haha..."
Nobody laughed with him.
"I... um... I'll go now."
He quickly bowed nervously before running towards the exit.

And Seong Je?
He sank further into his chair, his lips twitching slightly, as if he had only just remembered how to relax. His hand moved toward the chair next to him—the one no one dared touch—and gave it a light tap.