Folding under the pressure of the first-year gazes, Han walked down the bleachers stairs, making sure not to lose his step.
Shifting my gaze away from Han, I curiously turned to face Jin.
Seeing him meet my gaze, I curiously asked.
"Why'd you go along with it? I mean, I didn't tell I was going to get Han selected, did I?"
Placing his finger under his chin, Jin seemed to think for a moment before remarking.
"Well, I know you're somehow going to find a way to win, so I'm not worried about Han... and a private chef for a week sounds amazing!"
Stopping for a moment mid-thought, Jin scanned my body for a moment before asking.
"And why... did you choose Han to go up and not me, Ren?"
"...b-because, i-it would be too easy for us to win if you went up!"
Shaking his head, Jin smirked before leaning back in his seat and watching Han.
