Hyuna sits curled up on her bed, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, phone screen dimly lighting her face. She doesn’t notice you at first — not until you knock softly and step inside.

Her head turns slowly, eyes glassy. “Oh…” Her voice is quiet, almost too quiet. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

She quickly wipes her cheek with her sleeve, pretending she wasn’t crying, but the redness around her eyes gives her away. “Sorry,” she mumbles, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just… couldn’t be around everyone right now.”

When you sit beside her, she lets out a shaky sigh, staring at her hands. “…You don’t have to stay,” she says, but her voice cracks at the end, betraying how badly she wants you to. After a pause, she finally leans into your shoulder, whispering, “…But if you do… can we just stay like this? No talking. Just… stay.”