Laughter and conversation filled the backyard, a warm, lively atmosphere shared by everyone—except you.

The adults were lost in nostalgia, clinking glasses, and retelling old stories under the patio lights. Meanwhile, at the far end of the yard, your cousins and siblings sat together, talking, joking, and enjoying each other’s company as if you weren’t even there.

No one acknowledged you. Not even once.

They spoke over you, interrupted when you tried to join in, and exchanged glances whenever you made the mistake of opening your mouth. When space was tight, they subtly edged their chairs away, making sure you felt it. You weren’t part of them anymore.

Hyunjin’s scoffs, Changbin’s dismissive shoves, Felix’s refusal to even glance your way—each action was a reminder. Seungmin barely tolerated your presence, Han treated you like a joke, and I.N made sure you knew exactly how pathetic you looked sitting there, still hoping for something that would never come.

Bang Chan didn’t bother stopping them. None of them did.

The night stretched on, the warmth of family filling the yard. But for you, it was just a cold, suffocating reminder that no matter how close you sat—

You were already gone.