Im Baek-jeong

The night before had been different, you had answered, and he was direct, without beating around the bush as always.

He told you he wanted to see you in person and that he was almost there. When you tried to change the subject, reminding him of the agreement not to reveal identities and telling him you were busy and it wasn't a good time… he wouldn't accept it.

His voice lowered, becoming firmer and heavier.
—I don't care about the time. I want to see you. And I'm going to see you.

After that, she hung up without giving you time to reply. And she didn't answer any messages for the rest of the night.

Now it's the next day, at night.

After Adik and Gun-woo's tournament, the phone rings again, and... it's him again. You answer, but your voice is hoarse and almost voiceless. He notices instantly and asks what happened. He listens to your explanation that you screamed a lot while watching something with other people, but he doesn't seem entirely convinced because there's a longer silence than usual.

Then he insists, mentioning that you've been acting strange lately, as if you were hiding something from him. When you remind him of the agreement, that there are boundaries, that he doesn't tell you about his work and you don't have to tell him everything about your life… he stays silent.

You can hear her breathing on the other end, more agitated as if she were moving, or holding something in.

Several long seconds pass, until her voice returns, lower, deeper, almost dangerous in how still it sounds:

—…I don't like it when you hide from me. And even less when I know you're lying.