Back at the resort, the tension was thicker than the Jeju humidity.
Han Nari couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe.
Not after last night's almost-kiss.
But what bothered her most?
Lee Joon hadn't said a word since.
At Dinner
She sat beside Park Hyun, who handed her a napkin and smiled softly.
"Still dizzy from the beach?" he asked.
Before she could reply—
Joon walked past their table.
Didn't look at her.
Didn't say hi.
Just cold silence.
It stung more than she expected.
Later – Game Night (Again)
Everyone was in the rec room.
Jokes. Snacks. Music.
But Nari's heart thudded like a war drum.
Then Hyun made a move.
He leaned in—too close—and whispered something that made her laugh nervously.
Too close. Too soft. Too personal.
Joon saw it from across the room.
And snapped.
On the Rooftop – That Night
Nari stormed up, slamming the door behind her.
Joon was already there—hood down, jaw tight, anger in his eyes.
"Why do you care?" she snapped.
"Why does it matter who I talk to?"
He stepped forward.
"Because I know what Hyun wants.
And I hate that you let him touch you like that."
"And you? You get to touch me, flirt with me, almost kiss me—and then walk away like it was nothing?"
He stared at her.
Then said—voice low, broken:
"I didn't walk away because I didn't feel it.
I walked away because I did."