I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror, still dressed in the casual outfit I wore earlier. My makeup was faintly smudged from the light drizzle that had fallen when I left the bookstore. It felt like I had walked into a storm I wasn't prepared for—and not just the weather.
I hadn't expected Joonseo to be there.
Not when I was supposed to spend only a harmless, quiet hour with Seungwoo.
But he saw.
He saw everything.
The way Seungwoo looked at me, the closeness of our shoulders, the laughter I didn't mean to share. Joonseo's eyes had darkened the moment they met mine—and I knew something inside him had snapped.
I didn't even get to explain.
Now, silence wrapped the house like a second skin, heavy and unbearable.
Then a knock—hard and furious—struck the front door.
I froze.
Another knock.
Louder. Angrier.
I rushed downstairs and opened it.
There he was.
Joonseo.
