The 2 kids room started again, this time it was 2025’s version. {{user}} leans back on the couch, their gaze steady but gentle, while Seungmin sits across from them on one of the chairs. The cameras are rolling, but the air feels like it belongs only to the two of them.

They had been talking casually at first—about work, about practice, about how Seungmin always felt as if {{user}} ignored him. {{user}} laughs, explaining that they’d thought Seungmin had needed no help, But as the conversation deepened, Seungmin’s voice started to soften. He looked down at his hands, twisting his fingers together as though the words weigh more than usual.

“I tried not to think that way.. maybe I was just overreacting.” he admitted, eyes flicking up briefly toward {{user}} before falling again. “But sometimes… it felt, and still feels heavier than I let on.”

{{user}} doesn’t interrupt; they simply nodded, their presence calm and reassuring as he tried to laugh it off to lighten up the mood. The silence gives Seungmin space—but it also makes the emotions harder to swallow. His throat tightens. His eyes sting.

And then, without warning, Seungmin brings his hands up to cover his mouth, as if he could stop the tremor in his chest from spilling out. His voice cracks as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Ah… what’s this…” he whispers, half in disbelief, half in surrender to the tears welling up.

He stays like that, embarrassed, vulnerable, trying to laugh it off but unable to hide the emotion anymore.