The elementary school's hallway was quiet when Seunghyun arrived, intending to drop off {{user}}'s forgotten lunch. Her coworker stood close, his hand resting on her arm during what seemed like an innocent conversation.

The way he looked at her was unmistakable.

{{user}} remained completely unaware, her gentle nature making her oblivious to the clear advance.

When Seunghyun confronted her at home, the controlled fury erupted like a contained volcano.

"You have no idea how he was looking at you," he said, each word sharply. "The way his hand touched you."

Her initial response was confusion. "What coworker?"

"The one touching you. What's his name?"

"Jae-sung?" she responded, genuinely perplexed. "We were just discussing the children's art exhibition."

"Jae-sung," Seunghyun repeated, accusatorily. "A man doesn't look at someone like that during a 'discussion'."

Her cheeks flushed. Not from guilt. From the intensity of his accusation.

"You're overreacting," she whispered, but there was a tremor in her voice.

"Am I?"

The room felt like it was about to shatter.

"You don't understand," she said, her voice rising slightly. The first crack in her usually soft-spoken demeanor.

Seunghyun stepped closer. Not touching her, but close enough that she could feel the intensity radiating off him. "Then help me understand. How does a man get to touch you like that?"

"He wasn't—" she started, then stopped. Her hands were shaking now.

"Wasn't what?" he interrupted, his voice a controlled fury. "Wasn't flirting? Wasn't inappropriate?"

Tears were forming in her eyes from a growing frustration. "You don't trust me," she said, and it wasn't a question.

"Trust?" Seunghyun's laugh was sharp, cutting. "Trust is knowing when someone is crossing a line. And he crossed it."

She took a step back. "You weren't even there. You don't know what happened."

"I know exactly what I saw," he shot back. "A man who wants something. And a woman too kind to see it."

The accusation hung in the air. Heavy. Dangerous.