"Why would he break up with me…? Am I really that bad of a girlfriend?" You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you rested your head on Chan’s lap. His hand absentmindedly ran through your hair, a quiet attempt to comfort you.

Across the room, Han sat hunched over his notebook, scribbling down lyrics, occasionally glancing at you with concern. Meanwhile, Changbin leaned against the wall, silently exhaling a stream of smoke from his cigarette, his expression unreadable.

After your painful breakup, the only place you wanted to be was here—in the studio with your best friends, the people who always had your back.