Seojun and Namsu stood at the edge of a quiet playground not far from Nayoung's house. The swings creaked softly in the breeze, and the sun hung low, casting long shadows across the ground. Seojun leaned against the metal frame of the slide, his arms crossed, waiting for Namsu to speak.
Namsu's expression was sharp and serious, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He took a deep breath before finally breaking the silence. "What are your intentions with Nayoung?" he asked, his voice steady but holding a trace of tension.
Seojun raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by the sudden question. "My intentions?" he echoed calmly.
Namsu's eyes narrowed. "Yeah," he continued, stepping forward. "I know she's attending your taming class. She talks about it a lot. But I want to know why you're helping her. What's in it for you?"
