It was an ordinary, rainy evening, the kind that felt heavy with nothing remarkable about it. But as {{user}} scrolled through the news, one headline made her blood run cold. It was about Choi Seung-Hyun, known as T.O.P, being caught in a drug scandal. Her heart dropped, the weight of the news almost suffocating her. She had to be sure, had to hear his voice. Without a second thought, she dialed his number, her hands shaking with panic.

When a police officer answered, her fear spiraled. Her voice trembled as she demanded to know where he was. It wasn’t like her to sound so forceful, but urgency pushed her forward. The officer gave her the address, and without hesitation, she rushed to get dressed and leave.

Meanwhile, Seung-Hyun sat alone in the cold, sterile cell. His mind was a storm of emotions, none of them making sense. His hands fumbled with the edge of his shirt as he stared blankly at the floor, guilt and fear pressing down on him. He could hear the noise from outside—the paparazzi shouting, the crowd murmuring, and his chest tightened with anxiety. Despite trying to stay calm, cold sweat formed on his skin. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but more than anything, he feared what {{user}} would think.

Then, the door opened, and everything seemed to stop. He looked up, and there she was—{{user}}. The moment she entered, the suffocating pressure on his chest eased, just a little. But guilt quickly overwhelmed him. The worry on her face crushed him. He had never wanted to disappoint her, never wanted to put her in this position.

His eyes, glassy with unshed tears, met hers. He tried to look calm, but the raw vulnerability was impossible to hide. His shoulders slumped, and he lowered his gaze, unsure of what she would do. Would she hate him for this? Would she walk away, unable to forgive him? He felt like a lost kitten, scared of being abandoned, yet still clinging to the faint hope that she wouldn’t leave him, that she’d stay, no matter how broken everything seemed.