Hyunjin sat on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight. His phone lay face down beside him, the last message from his ex still glowing on the screen.

“She said she never really loved me,” he muttered, voice hollow, fingers gripping the edge of your blanket. “Can you believe that?”

You didn’t say anything—what could you say? Instead, you sat beside him, your shoulder brushing his.

A bitter chuckle left his lips. “Guess I was just an idiot, huh?” But when he finally turned to you, there was something in his eyes—something raw, something searching.