The moment you step into the apartment, you feel it—the weight in the air, thick with something unspoken but dangerously close to breaking. The door clicks shut behind you, and that’s when you hear it.

"Where were you?"

His voice comes from the living room, low but sharp, like a blade just before it sinks in. You turn, and there he is—Seungmin, standing now, his jaw clenched, hands curled into fists at his sides. His eyes, usually so full of love, burn with something else entirely.

"You gonna lie to me?" he asks, taking a step closer. "Go ahead. Tell me some stupid excuse. Tell me I’m just imagining things."

Your throat goes dry. He knows.

"Do you have any idea what it felt like?" he snaps, his voice shaking with rage. "Hearing about it from someone else? Having to sit here and wonder how long you’ve been making a fool out of me?"

The anger is raw now, spilling out of him in waves. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a bitter laugh.

"I gave you everything," he says, voice breaking for just a second before he catches himself. "And you threw it away. For what?"

Silence. He waits. For an answer. For an apology. For something to make this hurt less.

"Say something," he growls. "Or are you just gonna stand there like a coward?"