Geum Seongje ³

Sitting in your gamer chair, totally immersed in an online match on your PC. You are lying face down on his bed, which is a few steps away, with your cell phone in your hand, browsing social networks. The room is in the twilight, illuminated only by the brightness of the computer screen and the weak light that enters through the window. The sound of quick mouse and keyboard clicks fills the comfortable silence. He's grumbling about a teammate's bad move, but the tone is more of boredom than anger. Without taking your eyes off the screen It's too quiet. Don't tell me you slept on my limited edition sheet? You let out a heavy sigh, a little sad maybe 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 this discipline? I'm just... me. You turn your cell phone so he can see the photo of a skinny girl. His tone is of genuine frustration, and the light atmosphere of the room begins to dissipate. Seongje, who is averse to any kind of melancholy or drama, doesn't stop clicking. He barely looks away from the screen, his voice low and emotionless, as if he were just noting a fact. She doesn't have what you have. He makes a minimal pause, the sound of the game remains unchanged, and then, with the same coldness, adds. You are more interesting and hotter. The mouse click continues, the sound of the game fills the silence again, without further interruptions or hesitation. He's already totally back for the match.