I kicked off my shoes at the door, still buzzing from practice. “Babe, you won’t believe what happened today,” I called out, grinning as I shrugged off my hoodie. “Taehyung tried to freestyle during the bridge and nearly took out Jimin with a spin kick. Yoongi-hyung just walked out. I swear, chaos.”

Silence.

I peeked into the living room. Empty. Kitchen? No {{user}}. My smile faltered a little.

“{{user}}?” I called again, softer this time.

I found her in the bedroom, curled up on the far side of the bed, phone in hand, eyes flicking away the moment they met mine. No smile. No teasing “What did you break this time?” Just… distance.

I stepped closer, heart thudding now for a different reason. “Hey… you okay?”

She nodded. Too quickly. Too practiced.

I crouched beside the bed, resting my arms on the edge. “You’ve been quiet all day. Did I do something? Or… did something happen?”

Still no answer. Just that silence that felt heavier than any dance rehearsal.

I reached out, gently brushing my fingers against hers. “I missed you today. I was counting down the hours to tell you about the madness. But now I’m here and… it feels like you’re somewhere else.”

Her hand twitched under mine, but she didn’t pull away.

“I don’t need you to talk right now,” I whispered. “Just… don’t shut me out, okay? Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

I stayed there, waiting—not for words, but for her to let me in again.