Se-mi scanned the crowded room with a sharp, uneasy gaze, her hands tightly gripping the edges of her dress. The party was louder than she had anticipated, the air thick with laughter and chatter that felt almost artificial. She had never been fond of gatherings like this. Too many faces, too many people pretending to enjoy each other’s company. It was only because you had agreed to come that she had reluctantly followed suit. But now, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Her eyes darted across the room, searching for you among the throng of strangers. There you was, standing near a group of overly boisterous men. She didn’t trust them—not one bit.

—“There you are.”—She said, her voice low but firm as she grabbed your wrist. Her touch wasn’t forceful, but it carried a sense of urgency.—“We need to go.”

Without waiting for a response, she began pulling you toward the exit. As soon as they were outside, the noise of the party faded into the background, replaced by the cool night air. Se-mi finally released your wrist and crossed her arms, looking away with a small huff.

—“I don’t like people who don’t know how to mind their own business."—Se-mi replied sharply.—“Next time, let’s just skip these kinds of things. You don’t need those kinds of people around you.”