"Baby, I'm sorry."

"What...?"

Just as when Minjeong was about to stand up and clean the table, Jimin was pulling onto her sleeve as her head faced the floor with an unreadable expression.

"Can we talk? Please?"

She's been meaning to talk to the latter ever since she left the apartment early in the morning and began worrying about her. And recalling how she didn't get any sleep, Jimin sensed guilt rising to her chest.

Stuck on the couch, staring at the taller, Minjeong gazed at the sleeve the latter was holding firmly. After thoughts of hesitation, she placed the plates she held back on the coffee table and sighed in defeat.

Minjeong turned her body to face Jimin and held the hand that tugged her sleeve. Seeing how it was shivering, the shorter felt a needle pierce through her heart. She disregarded the tension that's been making them feel awkward and clasped her hand softly.

"Jimin, I'm really sorry... I had so many ed up things rambling in my mind that my emotions got ahead of me."

Minjeong frowned, her tone genuinely sounding sincere yet regretful at the same time which only earned her a rapid shake from the latter.

"No." Jimin tightened the clasp of their hands, "I started it... I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked— I was jealous and I know I shouldn't have. I have no right to."

Hearing the word "jealous", Jimin felt the shorter's hand softening and slightly raised her head to look. She saw Minjeong looking at her with that usual poker face of hers but it was intense.

Whereas Jimin couldn't discern what she was thinking, Minjeong was staring at the five hearts floating over the latter's head with a !!!. That's when she confirmed it. Whatever Heejin told her was precise. The !!! promptly turned into two words, (Choice Chance).

She had no idea what it was so she asked the system.

Question. What is Choice Chance?

[ Question ]
What is Choice Chance?
- Depending on the player's actions with a subject, their relationship may improve or lessen.

"You're spacing out again..."

Jimin said that forced Minjeong to come back to the present and continue looking at her. She kept staring and staring until the latter finally felt embarrassed and dropped her forehead on the shorter's shoulder.

Even with such a serious situation, Minjeong felt warm inside and bit her tongue while trying to think of what to properly do. A (Choice Chance), it all feels too unreal.

"Whenever you're spacing out... It's weird, you know?"

Jimin paused before reluctantly speaking.

"Say, I've always wanted to ask you this and I thought I was going crazy but— what are those floating things you keep on looking at whenever you stare at me?"

Minjeong held her breath for a second and her shoulders stiffened in an instant. Floating things? While staring at her? The shorter was in disbelief upon hearing what just came out of Jimin's mouth.

"You... You can see them?"

"Wait- So I'm not going crazy...?"

Furrowing her brows, Jimin lifted her head and pointed at the question window displayed to the shorter's left.

"This thing!" Jimin waved a hand through it with curiosity, "There's something written on it, right? You can probably see and read it that's why you've been spacing out all of the time. But the characters are alien to me."

Hastily letting go of Jimin's hand, Minjeong took a deep breath and placed both of her hands on the latter's shoulder.

"Jimin, are you a player?"

Jimin's eyes solely grew wide for a moment before turning away, "I can assure you that I'm loyal..." she mumbled while clenching onto the hem of her shirt, blushing lightly.

Minjeong grew flustered, "No, that's not-"

Stopping herself from saying any more, the shorter created a good distance between her and Jimin so she could take in another deep breath and compose her thoughts. She forcefully remained calm and tapped on the mentioned window to exit.

"Did you see what I did just now?"

Jimin slowly nodded her head, "You tapped on it and it disappeared..."

"Alright,