The night air felt heavier as the silence between them deepened. Jin-ho's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze locked on Joon-ho, who stood resolute despite the tension. It was Jin-ho who broke the quiet first, his voice low and measured.
"So, what exactly are you proposing to do about this, Joon-ho?"
Joon-ho hesitated for a moment, the words he'd been holding back now rushing to the surface.
"I want to make you known," he admitted his voice steady but carrying the weight of his determination. "I want Director Hye-su to know who you are. But in exchange... I need a second chance for my friends and my team. We were so close—one step away from representing Korea in the World NexaRealm Championship. This might be the only way to make it happen."
Jin-ho's expression didn't change immediately. He simply stared at Joon-ho, processing the audacity of the younger man's plan. The idea of using him as leverage, to negotiate with Hye-su, was bold—perhaps too bold. Jin-ho let the silence stretch again, considering the implications of what Joon-ho was suggesting.
Finally, Jin-ho's gaze softened, though his tone remained cautious.
"You're willing to risk everything on this? To use me as your bargaining chip?" The question hung in the air, heavy with the uncertainty of what might come next.
Jin-ho stared at Joon-ho for a moment longer before he suddenly burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the quiet night, surprising Joon-ho, who wasn't sure how to react. Jin-ho doubled over, holding his sides as the laughter continued, a genuine amusement in his eyes.
"Man, you are something else, Joon-ho."
Jin-ho finally managed to say between chuckles.
"You're going to use me as your ticket to save your friends? That's bold. Really bold," he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still grinning. "I can't believe you'd even suggest that."
But beneath the laughter, Jin-ho's mind was racing. The proposal was funny, yes, but it was also incredibly risky. He found himself considering the young man in front of him with a new level of respect. Joon-ho was no fool—he could've exposed Jin-ho the moment he learned his name, but he didn't. That spoke volumes about his character.
As the laughter faded, Jin-ho's thoughts turned inward, reflecting on the guilt that had been quietly gnawing at him. He remembered seeing the news, the video of Hye-su standing before the cameras, her expression composed yet burdened, as she offered a public apology. The system breakdown had been a catastrophic event, one that had sent shockwaves through the gaming community, and Hye-su had borne the brunt of the blame. Jin-ho knew it was his fault. If he hadn't pushed the limits of NexaRealm, if he hadn't tampered with the system so recklessly, none of this would've happened.
Korea's competitiveness in the global NexaRealm scene had been under scrutiny for years, and as one of the five founders of the game, Hye-su was at the centre of that criticism. Her position as the CEO of NexaCorp Korea made her the obvious target for the nation's frustrations. The server breakdown had only intensified the pressure on her, and yet, she remained steadfast, unyielding in the face of public scorn. Jin-ho couldn't help but admire that about her, even as he acknowledged his role in her struggles.
"She's tough, no doubt about that," Jin-ho said, his voice more subdued now. "Hye-su's been through hell and back, and she's still standing. I've always admired that about her. But to think that I'm the reason she's in this mess… It's hard to ignore the guilt."
Joon-ho listened, his resolve strengthening. He could see that beneath Jin-ho's exterior, a man was grappling with the consequences of his actions, a man who, despite his power, wasn't immune to the weight of responsibility.
Jin-ho's amusement slowly faded as he began to seriously consider the implications of Joon-ho's plan. His expression hardened, and he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.
"Alright, let's say I agree to this," Jin-ho began, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Let's say I let you go ahead and use my name as your bargaining chip. Have you thought about the credibility of your position? What makes you think Director Hye-su will even believe you? You're already in deep trouble, Joon-ho. You've got the entire incident with Team 2 hanging over your head, and you're on thin ice. Hye-su might not even give you the time of day."
Joon-ho didn't flinch at Jin-ho's words. Instead, he straightened his back, his gaze firm and determined.
"She'll listen to me because your name carries enough weight to make her pay attention. The moment I tell her that I know who the mysterious man is, she won't be able to ignore it."
Jin-ho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
"And what makes you so sure she'll heed what you want? Hye-su's at the top of the chain, Joon-ho. She has all the power in this situation. All she needs is my name, and once she has that, you become expendable. She could easily take the information and leave you with nothing. Worse, she could twist it against you, making it look like you've been withholding crucial information."
Joon-ho hesitated for a moment, but his resolve didn't waver.
"I'll make it work," he said firmly. "I know it's risky, but I'm willing to take that risk. I'm not just doing this for myself, Jin-ho. I'm doing it for my team—for Soo-jin, Jin-kyong, and Baek-hyeon. They deserve a second chance, and if using your name is the only way to get it, then that's what I'll do."
Jin-ho studied Joon-ho's face for a long moment, weighing the young man's determination against the very real dangers of the plan. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered the situation.
"You're serious about this," Jin-ho said, more as a statement than a question. "But even if you're willing to gamble with your future, you need to understand that this isn't just about you anymore. If you go to Hye-su with this and it blows up in your face, you could drag your whole team down with you. Are you prepared for that?"
Joon-ho's eyes flashed with determination.
"I am. I'll make sure it doesn't come to that. I'll be careful with how I present this to her, and I won't let her twist it against me. I just need you to trust me, Jin-ho. Give me the green light, and I'll do everything in my power to make this work."
Jin-ho stared at him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them. Finally, he let out a long breath, his expression softening slightly.
"You've got guts, Joon-ho, I'll give you that. But this is a dangerous game you're playing. I hope you're ready for the consequences if things don't go as planned."
Jin-ho leaned back, studying Joon-ho with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The younger man's determination was palpable, a burning intensity that couldn't be ignored. There was desperation there too—an edge that spoke of someone who had nothing left to lose, or at least someone who believed this was his only shot at redemption.
"You really are set on this, aren't you?" Jin-ho mused, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're either very brave or very foolish. Maybe both."
Joon-ho didn't waver. His gaze remained steady, unwavering in its resolve.
"I don't have any other choice, Jin-ho. This is the only way to fix what's happened, to get my friends back on track. I'm willing to risk everything if it means giving them a second chance."
Jin-ho's smile widened, though it was laced with a hint of something darker, more calculating.
"Alright then," he said finally. "I'll give you the green light. But remember, Joon-ho—this isn't just about you anymore. You're playing with fire, and if you get burned, don't expect me to save you a second time."
"Thank you, Jin-ho. I won't let you down," Joon-ho nodded, relief flooding through him.
"We'll see about that," Jin-ho merely shrugged, the amusement still dancing in his eyes.
The scene shifted as if on cue, the night sky of NexaRealm fading away into the dimly lit dorm room where Joon-ho lay on his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The glow from the screen illuminated his face as he read the message from Director Hye-su: I'll meet you tomorrow morning. We'll discuss what you know.
Joon-ho exhaled, a mix of anxiety and anticipation coiling in his stomach. He had done it—he had secured a meeting with the director. Tomorrow, he would lay it all on the line, revealing what he knew in exchange for the one thing that mattered most to him: a second chance for his team.
But as he tried to close his eyes and will himself to sleep, his mind raced with a thousand thoughts. What would he say? How would Hye-su react? Would she agree to his terms, or would she dismiss him as nothing more than a desperate kid grasping at straws?
Doubt crept in, but Joon-ho pushed it aside. He couldn't afford to second-guess himself now. He had made his choice, and he would see it through to the end, no matter the outcome.
He rolled over, staring at the ceiling as the minutes ticked by. Sleep was elusive, his thoughts too loud, too insistent. He could picture the meeting in his mind—the sterile office, the cold gaze of Director Hye-su, the way she would scrutinize him, weighing every word he said.
But beneath the nerves, there was a glimmer of hope. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he was doing something that mattered, something that could truly make a difference. And as his eyelids grew heavy, Joon-ho allowed himself to cling to that hope, letting it lull him into a fitful sleep.
Tomorrow would be the biggest day of his life. And whatever happened, he was ready to face it head-on.