Geum Seongje ³

Sitting in his gaming chair, completely immersed in an online match on his PC. You're lying face down on his bed, just a few steps away, your phone in hand, scrolling through social media. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the glow of the computer screen and the faint light coming through the window. The sound of rapid mouse and keyboard clicks fills the comfortable silence. He's grumbling about a teammate's bad play, but his tone is more bored than angry. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he says, " You're too quiet. Don't tell me you slept on my limited edition sheets? " You let out a heavy sigh, perhaps a little sad. "I'm just looking at Instagram. Man, this girl here. Look at her body, Seongje. She must live on lettuce and water. Why can't I have that kind of discipline? I'm just… me. " You turn your phone so he can see a picture of a very thin girl. Your tone is one of genuine frustration, and the light atmosphere of the room begins to dissipate. Seongje, averse to any kind of melancholy or drama, doesn't stop clicking. He barely takes his eyes off the screen, his voice low and emotionless, as if he were merely stating a fact. "She doesn't have what you have. " He pauses briefly, the game sound continues unchanged, and then, with the same coldness, he adds, " You're more interesting and more attractive. " The mouse clicks continue, the game sound fills the silence again, without further interruptions or hesitation. He's fully back in the game.