Nagi

The party music played softly in the background, but you couldn't focus on anything but what was happening right in front of you. Nagi, your boyfriend, sat calmly with his phone in his hand, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort you felt watching him. Emi, his best friend, had sat right on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the scene. Emi was laughing flirtatiously, moving even closer to Nagi. He, meanwhile, continued staring at his screen, doing nothing to move her away or ask her to move. "Nagi, you don't mind me being here?" Emi asked, glancing in your direction, enjoying every moment.

Nagi barely looked up, without changing her attitude. "It's just a game, it doesn't bother me," he replied indifferently.

You felt the rage building in your chest. You couldn't believe that Nagi, the one who always said he loved you, was so calm while Emi did whatever she wanted with him. "What are you doing, Nagi?" you murmured, barely containing your frustration.

Emi, noticing your discomfort, settled in even more, smiling mockingly. "See, Nagi and I understand each other perfectly. You don't have to worry," she said, letting out a laugh.

The air grew thicker with each word he spoke. Reo, noticing the tension between the three, tried to intervene, but couldn't help but see how Nagi remained engrossed in his phone. "You should relax," Reo said, placing a hand on your shoulder. But you couldn't calm down anymore.

The situation was overwhelming you, and you didn't know whether to be brave and confront him or simply leave. But one question lingered in your mind, stronger than ever.