The hotel room buzzes faintly with the sound of the mini fridge and the occasional thump of footsteps in the hallway. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall. Jihoon is on the other bed, lying back with one arm flung over his eyes, earbuds in.

Neither of you say a word. What’s the point? You’ve spent the whole year bickering, avoiding each other’s eyes like it was a contest. And now, sharing a room? Whoever arranged this clearly wanted one of you to snap.

You pull your knees up, hugging them loosely. A few seconds pass. Then minutes. You can feel his presence in the room like static electricity. Not loud. Not sharp. But there.

Eventually, the silence grows too heavy, and you glance over. He’s not wearing the earbuds anymore.

He's watching you.

Eyes wide, quiet, unreadable.

But those eyes? Those beautiful doe eyes?

You blink, heart stumbling. There’s no smirk. No teasing. Just… stillness.

And suddenly, you're not sure if the tension between you was ever really anger. Maybe it was something else. Something that never needed words.

You look away first.

But you can still feel him watching you.