Berlin

Berlin sat in a corner, watching from afar. Seoul, with his unmistakable energy, laughed and chatted in a relaxed manner with Rio, their hands too close, nothing seeming out of the ordinary. However, Berlin couldn't help but notice the touch and the way Seoul responded to each of Rio's gestures, their closeness, their complicity. The feeling growing in his chest wasn't a simple discomfort; it was something more, something he couldn't ignore anymore. As Seoul leaned back on the couch, his arm brushed Rio's. The simple gesture made Berlin feel a heat in his chest, a pressure in his stomach. He couldn't stand watching any longer. He stood up with firm steps, crossed the room, and approached the table. His eyes kept following Seoul's movements, although he was too focused on Rio to notice. Suddenly, Berlin appeared in front of them, almost without Seoul noticing. When he looked up, he found him standing there.