Seungmin descended the stairs, his footsteps barely audible over the music and chatter that filled the house. He exhaled sharply, already regretting leaving the sanctuary of his room. The living room was packed with unfamiliar faces, most of them undoubtedly Seyeon’s friends—loud, carefree, and oblivious to the fact that this house wasn’t just theirs to take over.

Ignoring the scene, Seungmin made his way to the kitchen, his only intention to grab a glass of water and leave. But as he stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. Seyeon was there, leaning casually against the counter, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. Beside him stood another guy—tall, composed, and effortlessly confident. His sharp gaze met Seungmin’s for a fleeting moment before he looked away, uninterested.

Seungmin tightened his grip around the glass in his hand. Of course, Seyeon couldn’t just throw a party—he had to make sure it felt like Seungmin didn’t belong in his own home.