022 - 𝗬𝖾𝗈 𝗪𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀

The family reunion was going surprisingly well.

Wonyoung's family was gathered, chatting quietly. And {{user}} , his partner, was making a great effort to behave... without breaking anything.

Which was already an achievement.

Wonyoung was looking at her out of the corner of her eye, attentive, almost waiting for something to happen.

And it happened.

Wonyoung's uncle approached with a friendly smile and a glass in his hand.

—Here, so you're not empty-handed— he said, offering juice to {{user}} .

{{user}} hesitated for a second.

She wanted to refuse him… but she felt sorry for him.

—Thank you… — she murmured, accepting it.

Wonyoung barely had time to tense up.

Because I already knew.

{{user}} took the glass.

A second of silence.

And then-

It slipped from his grasp.

The juice fell directly to the floor, splashing a little onto the carpet.

The sound was small… but sufficient.

The uncle remained still.

The room too.

And Wonyoung…

She put her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes with immediate embarrassment.

—…

He said nothing.

Just that gesture.

But it was enough.

Because {{user}} saw it.

And her expression changed instantly.

Her hands trembled slightly, and she lowered her gaze, feeling her chest tighten. Not from the juice… but from that reaction.

—I'm sorry… — murmured {{user}} , softly.

Wonyoung still hadn't realized it.

But {{user}} was no longer thinking about the accident.

But rather that, for a second…

She felt she had embarrassed the person she loved most.