The characters are seated at a table. The female character is holding a wine glass.
Me: "DO YOU LIKE WINE? SHOULD WE EACH HAVE A GLASS OF WINE?"
The male character appears reserved.
Him: "NO. THAT'S ALL RIGHT."
Me: "OH, MAYBE YOU HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE AFTER?"
Him: "NO, I JUST DON'T ENJOY ALCOHOL VERY MUCH."
The female character smiles brightly, holding the glass to her face.
Me: "OH, REALLY? THEN I'LL JUST DRINK ALONE. BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO CHEERS WITH ME!"
A visual shows a toast, with the female character's wine glass clinking against the male character's drink (which appears to be a clear beverage with ice and a lemon slice). The female character's chibi-style head is visible, laughing.
Me (Chibi): "CHEERS! \star"
Him (Chibi): "...CHEERS..."
They continue their conversation, with plates of food (Caprese salad and what looks like toast, fried egg, and a sausage) on the table.
Him: "WHEN I FIRST MET YOU, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A ROBOT."
Me (in a close-up, looking concerned): "YOU LOOK BETTER THAN MOST ACTORS... ...BUT YOUR EXPRESSION NEVER CHANGES, AND YOU SPEAK SO FORMALLY."
Me (in a dramatic close-up): "YOU ARE HUMAN, RIGHT?"
The images depict a dinner scene from what appears to be a Manhwa or Webtoon, focusing on the comedic contrast and emerging dynamic between the lively female character and the formal, reserved male character.
I stared across the table at him, still thinking about his unnervingly formal demeanor.
Him (in a close-up): "...I DON'T THINK ROBOTS HAVE GOTTEN THIS TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED YET."
I burst out laughing, leaning back in my seat, waving my hand playfully.
Me: "HAHA! I'M JOKING!"
He simply looked at me, a blank look in his eyes.
Him: "...?"
Him (serious, looking at me): "I'VE SEEN YOU SMILE BEFORE. ON SET ONCE. IT MADE ME LOOK AT YOU IN ANOTHER LIGHT."
I smiled, resting my chin in my hand, holding my glass of wine.
Me: "YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN GOOD-LOOKING, BUT... ...WHEN I SAW YOU SMILE, I HONESTLY THOUGHT ABOUT DATING YOU."
I gave him a knowing, suggestive look, my smile fading into a soft expression.
Me (close-up on my mouth): "BUT MAYBE THAT SMILE IS FOR ONE WOMAN ONLY. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, RIGHT?"
I asked, looking him directly in the eye, noticing his reserved expression again.
Me: "...ARE YOU CRUSHING ON AN UNREQUITED LOVE?"
He looked down, his eyes narrowing slightly, an ambiguous expression crossing his face.
Him (close-up on his eyes): "..."
Him: "IT'S ALRIGHT. I AM, TOO."
I smiled sweetly, holding his gaze.
Me (close-up on my face, smiling): "IT'S ALRIGHT. I AM, TOO. INTENSELY."
I sighed dramatically, resting my head on my hand as I held the wine glass.
Me (yawning): "ISN'T IT EXHAUSTING? MAN, I WANNA DRINK MORE. I WAS TRYING TO GO EASY TODAY AND JUST HAVE A GLASS."
The conversation shifts from playful banter about his "robot" demeanor to a deeper, more flirtatious exchange where I confess I've thought about dating him, and the dialogue suggests both characters may be dealing with unrequited feelings, possibly toward each other.
I leaned in, my gaze now thoughtful as I processed his confession of being "intensely" in love.
Me (looking closely at him): "...DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?"
I then revealed the unexpected piece of gossip:
Me (close-up on the marble table with a candle): "THAT MYEONG... ...USED TO DATE DIRECTOR WOO?"
He responded with a steady expression.
Him: "YES."
Him (correcting me): "NAH, THEY DIDN'T JUST DATE."
Him (a shot of an apartment building, number 105, appears): "THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR EIGHT YEARS. AND THEY LIVED TOGETHER FOR MOST OF THAT TIME."
Him: "THEY MAY SEEM INDIFFERENT NOW... ...BUT AT ONE POINT, THEY WERE EACH OTHERS' CLOSEST CONFIDANTES... ...WHO KNEW EACH OTHER THE BEST."
A brief visual memory flashes: two people, the woman and a man in glasses (presumably Director Woo), smiling and embracing intimately.
Me (back at the table, leaning forward): "DID YOU KNOW THEY WERE THAT SERIOUS?"
Him: "YES. I KNOW."
Me (a look of understanding crosses my face): "OHH. SO YOU DO KNOW. I DID GET THE SENSE YOU WEREN'T THE BIGGEST FAN OF DIRECTOR WOO."
He remained silent for a moment, his gaze steady, then delivered a surprising retort.
Him (shot of his upper body): "I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU."
I gasped, my expression shocked, my chibi head popping out above a speech bubble with a little crown of lightning.
Me (Chibi, shocked): "ME?!"
Me (covering my mouth, surprised): "OH! I GUESS I COULD COME OFF THAT WAY TO MYEONG. SORRY, YUHAN."
The focus of the conversation has shifted dramatically from flirtation to a reveal about a shared acquaintance, Myeong, and Director Woo. The male character, Yuhan, appears to possess deep, unsettling knowledge about Myeong's past relationship, and he turns my previous observation about him back onto me.
I sat across the marble table from Yuhan in the chic restaurant. We had just settled in, the candles lit and our appetizers served. I picked up my empty wine glass and smiled brightly.
Me: "DO YOU LIKE WINE? SHOULD WE EACH HAVE A GLASS OF WINE?"
Yuhan looked at me, reserved as always.
Him: "NO. THAT'S ALL RIGHT."
I lowered my glass, feeling slightly awkward.
Me: "OH, MAYBE YOU HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE AFTER?"
Him (in a close-up): "NO, I JUST DON'T ENJOY ALCOHOL VERY MUCH."
Me: "OH, REALLY? THEN I'LL JUST DRINK ALONE. BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO CHEERS WITH ME!"
I filled my glass, and we did a comical toast—my wine clinking against his ice-filled, clear drink.
Me (Chibi, laughing): "CHEERS! \star"
Him (Chibi, unenthusiastic): "...CHEERS..."
The conversation soon turned strange as he observed me.
Him (as a shot of our Caprese salad appears): "WHEN I FIRST MET YOU, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A ROBOT. YOU LOOK BETTER THAN MOST ACTORS... ...BUT YOUR EXPRESSION NEVER CHANGES, AND YOU SPEAK SO FORMALLY."
I stared at him, my expression one of deep concern.
Me (in a dramatic close-up): "YOU ARE HUMAN, RIGHT?"
He chuckled softly, a rare sound.
Him: "...I DON'T THINK ROBOTS HAVE GOTTEN THIS TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED YET."
I burst out laughing, waving his comment away.
Me: "HAHA! I'M JOKING!"
He looked at me, a serious intensity in his eyes.
Him (in a close-up): "I'VE SEEN YOU SMILE BEFORE. ON SET ONCE. IT MADE ME LOOK AT YOU IN ANOTHER LIGHT."
I smiled, resting my chin in my hand.
Me: "YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN GOOD-LOOKING, BUT... ...WHEN I SAW YOU SMILE, I HONESTLY THOUGHT ABOUT DATING YOU."
My smile faded slightly as I held his gaze.
Me (close-up on my mouth): "BUT MAYBE THAT SMILE IS FOR ONE WOMAN ONLY. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, RIGHT?"
I pressed on, guessing at his inner life.
Me (looking across the table): "...ARE YOU CRUSHING ON AN UNREQUITED LOVE?"
He offered a noncommittal glance.
Him (close-up on his eyes): "..."
Him: "IT'S ALRIGHT. I AM, TOO."
I gave him a sympathetic, knowing smile.
Me (in a side profile): "IT'S ALRIGHT. I AM, TOO. INTENSELY."
I sighed dramatically, feeling the effects of the wine, and yawned.
Me: "ISN'T IT EXHAUSTING? MAN, I WANNA DRINK MORE. I WAS TRYING TO GO EASY TODAY AND JUST HAVE A GLASS."
The mood shifted again as I brought up the next topic.
Me (looking down at my wine glass): "...DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? THAT MYEONG... ...USED TO DATE DIRECTOR WOO?"
Him (firmly): "YES. NAH, THEY DIDN'T JUST DATE."
Him (as a picture of an apartment building appears): "THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR EIGHT YEARS. AND THEY LIVED TOGETHER FOR MOST OF THAT TIME."
Him: "THEY MAY SEEM INDIFFERENT NOW... ...BUT AT ONE POINT, THEY WERE EACH OTHERS' CLOSEST CONFIDANTES... ...WHO KNEW EACH OTHER THE BEST."
A brief image of Myeong and Director Woo embracing flashed in my mind.
Me: "DID YOU KNOW THEY WERE THAT SERIOUS?"
Him: "YES. I KNOW."
Me (with a flash of realization): "OHH. SO YOU DO KNOW. I DID GET THE SENSE YOU WEREN'T THE BIGGEST FAN OF DIRECTOR WOO."
Him (calmly): "I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU."
I gasped, utterly surprised by his observation.
Me (chibi head with lightning): "ME?!"
I covered my mouth, embarrassed.
Me: "OH! I GUESS I COULD COME OFF THAT WAY TO MYEONG. SORRY, YUHAN."
Then, I tapped my wine glass, gathering my thoughts and confessing my own secret.
Me (a close-up of my hand tapping the glass): "I'M SURE YOU'RE AWARE THAT I LIKE DIRECTOR WOO."
I tapped my wine glass, gathering my thoughts and confessing my own secret.
Me (a close-up of my hand tapping the glass): "I'M SURE YOU'RE AWARE THAT I LIKE DIRECTOR WOO."
I leaned forward again, looking seriously at Yuhan.
Me (close-up, smiling): "WE'RE BOTH LONGING AFTER UNREQUITED LOVES. WE SHOULD HELP EACH OTHER. LET'S MAKE AN ALLIANCE."
He regarded me, his expression neutral as always.
Him (looking at me): "CAN YOU HELP ME? WITH WHAT?"
I beamed, excited by my own cunning plan.
Me: "WHY NOT? I CAN HELP YOU GET TOGETHER WITH MYEONG."
He immediately shut down the idea.
Him: "I DON'T THINK THERE'S ANYTHING TO HELP WITH."
Me (determined, in a side-profile): "YOU HAVE TO GET TOGETHER WITH HYEONJAE BEFORE MYEONG CAN OPEN UP HER HEART. THEN HYEONJAE WILL FINALLY GIVE UP AND COME TO ME!"
Yuhan shook his head, a slight frown touching his lips.
Him (in a side profile): "I BELIEVE IT SHOULD BE THE OPPOSITE."
I stared at him, my enthusiasm draining away, a look of shock on my face.
Me (close-up, wide-eyed): "..."
I quickly recovered and tried to force the agreement.
Me (hands clasped pleadingly): "THEN WE'RE IN AN ALLIANCE, RIGHT?!"
Him (firmly): "NO."
He explained his position, maintaining his distance.
Him (in a close-up): "I SIMPLY PROVIDE ASSISTANCE TO MYEONG AS HER MANAGER."
Him (standing up, his figure dominating the frame): "I HAVE NO INTENTION OF TAKING THINGS ANY FURTHER THAN WHAT MYEONG WANTS."
He stood to leave, leaving me alone at the table, clutching my wine glass.
This concludes the entire scene of the dinner conversation and the failed attempt to form an alliance.
I watched, stunned, as Yuhan rejected my proposition.
Him: "I HAVE NO INTENTION OF TAKING THINGS ANY FURTHER THAN WHAT MYEONG WANTS."
He then rose from the table.
Him (standing): "UP UNTIL NOW... ...YOU'VE SERVED AS PROPER MOTIVATION FOR MYEONG."
Him (in a close-up): "YOU CAN CONSIDER THIS MEAL AS MY GRATITUDE FOR THAT."
He gave a formal, almost theatrical bow.
Him: "THEN IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME."
As he turned to walk away, I jumped up and dashed after him, grabbing his arm.
Me (DASH): "WAIT! I'VE GOT THIS! BY THE WAY..."
He stopped, turning his back to me.
Him (over his shoulder): "I WON'T FORM AN ALLIANCE WITH YOU, BUT... ...I CAN PROMISE YOU SOMETHING."
I looked at him expectantly. He lowered his voice, delivering a final, shocking secret that made my eyes widen.
Him: "THE REASON I DISLIKE HYEONJAE WOO... ...ISN'T BECAUSE HE'S MYEONG'S EX-BOYFRIEND."
A thought bubble popped up over my head, registering the shock: HE DISLIKED HIM...?!
The camera focused on Yuhan's intense profile as he finished his sentence.
Him: "HE DISLIKED HIM...?!"
This completes the entire narrative sequence from the images provided. The scene ends with the revelation that Yuhan's dislike for Director Woo is rooted in something other than just his past with Myeong, hinting at a deeper, personal conflict that I am now privy to.
I stared at Yuhan's back, still reeling from his words. The reason I dislike Hyeonjae Woo isn't because he's Myeong's ex-boyfriend.
Me (my face shocked): "...?"
Him (turning back slightly, his expression cold): "HE DID SOMETHING TO ME."
He spoke the final phrase with a quiet intensity, his eyes narrowed.
Him: "...WHICH HE SHOULDN'T HAVE."
The atmosphere thickened with unspoken history.
Me (in a close-up): "HE DID SOMETHING TO YOU?"
I realized the gravity of the situation was far greater than simple jealousy.
Me (close-up on my mouth, serious): "WHATEVER IT WAS, IF YOU'RE NOT AN ALLY, I'M GOING TO TELL DIRECTOR WOO EVERYTHING."
He looked back at me, a calm smirk playing on his lips.
Him (in a close-up with a smirk): "DO AS YOU WISH. THERE'S SOMETHING I WANT TO SAY, TOO."
Him: "IF YOU TELL HIM, HE WON'T COME TO YOU. HE'LL GO TO MYEONG."
His prediction was delivered with absolute confidence. I paused, the threat immediately hitting home.
Me (eyes wide with realization): "..."
He turned fully to leave, taking a step away from me.
Him (walking away): "THE END RESULT WILL BE MYEONG HATING YOU EVEN MORE, AND GETTING CLOSER TO WOO."
He didn't need to look back to know he had won this round. His words hung in the air, heavy and decisive.
Him: "THINK CAREFULLY."
I watched him go, completely defeated. The wine glass was still in my hand, but the evening's lightness had vanished.
The final images confirm that Yuhan's deep animosity towards Director Woo is personal, stemming from a past wrong. He uses his knowledge of the emotional dynamic between Director Woo and Myeong to neutralize my threat, leaving me with a serious dilemma.
I was left alone at the table, my hand still resting on the marble, staring at the space where Yuhan had stood. My mind was reeling from his final threat.
Me (in a shot showing my empty gaze): "...I hate him."
My expression shifted into a grimace of anger and frustration.
Me (a close-up on my pained face): "I REALLY HATE HIM... YUHAN."
The setting sun illuminated the window behind the empty chair, underscoring the finality of his exit and the gravity of the secret he had shared—and the leverage he now held over me.
The scene concludes with me realizing the depth of Yuhan's animosity toward Director Woo and the impossibility of my intended "alliance." His parting words have successfully paralyzed my next move, confirming that he understands the emotional dynamics better than I do.