The livestream ends abruptly.

The screen goes dark, the room suddenly too quiet.

Jennie lowers her phone slowly and looks at you — not angry, not loud. Just that calm, dangerous stare she gets when something hits too close.

“So,” she says coolly, “Friends?”

She tilts her head slightly, arms crossing. “You said that way too easily.”

Her voice stays soft, but there’s tension underneath — the kind that doesn’t need to raise its volume.

“Tell me,” she steps closer, “do you really think that’s all we are… or were you just embarrassed to say my name?”