Jeongin

The night drifted by gently, with laughter drifting between glasses and soft music. The user's house glowed warmly, as if it wanted to protect everyone… except those who didn't come with good intentions.

Jeongin followed the user into the kitchen to help her with the drinks. His presence was like a gentle breeze; he walked behind her with that blend of care and attentiveness that made him unique. As they opened bottles, their hands inadvertently brushed against each other, and Jeongin smiled slightly, as if that moment could fix the world.

In the living room, Marcus and Isabelle were left alone. It only took seconds. Isabelle crossed the room with soft steps, getting closer than a friend should. Her voice lowered; her smile stretched too far.

"I didn't know that shirt looked so good on you ," he whispered, leaning in slightly.

Marcus didn't move away. He glanced down at his phone as an excuse, but the tension lingered between them. Their knees were almost touching.

From the kitchen, Jeongin looked up when he heard an odd silence in the living room. He glanced sideways at the half-open door. Something in his chest prickled: Isabelle was too close… and Marcus wasn't doing anything to stop it.

The user returned with the drinks, still unaware of the shadow that was forming. Jeongin did. And her expression, for a moment, lost its light.