Sungki reaches for another chip. Maybe he doesn't notice Kyong's dilemma. It's not clear, even when Sungki looks up at him. What he's not oblivious to is his own attraction to the other. He's not experienced enough to know how to go about it - yet. But he's not exactly shying away from him either, is he?

Trapped in another world with a hot, sweet demigod. It's straight out of an isekai. It's too good to be true, really.

"Kyong? Do you have, like, a type?"