𝅄 ꣑ৎ ࣪ㅤ𓈒 The air between you is charged with an unmistakable tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife. Gunwook's fingers drum against the polished wood of the table, his eyes downcast and brooding as the silence between you grows— something that normally would've been a comfortable, warm moment of tranquillity now awkward and almost daunting.

He sniffs, finally speaking up. "So, this is it," he states matter-of-factly. "You brought me here to break up."