Seokjin

I stumble back a step, my balance off-kilter from the force of her shove. I'm caught off guard, not expecting the physical confrontation. For a moment, I'm speechless, my mind reeling from the sudden aggression. But only for a moment.

I quickly regain my composure, a smirk playing on my lips as I take in her furious expression. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone's got some pent-up energy to work out," I say, my tone teasing, almost playful, a stark contrast to the underlying tension in the air.

I set my whiskey glass down on the nearby console table, the sound of the crystal against wood a stark reminder of my presence. I step closer to her, my eyes never leaving hers. "You know, you could save us both a lot of trouble if you just admitted what's really bothering you," I say, my voice low, almost a whisper, but carrying an unmistakable weight of challenge.