you can feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. jooyeon, as usual, is his charming, carefree self, but today something feels different. the way he’s brushing off your feelings, his laughter too loud, and his attention wandering—it all pushes you to your breaking point. you can’t keep pretending it’s fine anymore.

“jooyeon, what are we even doing?” you finally ask, your voice steady but laced with frustration. you can see his easy smile falter slightly, but he still tries to play it off, hands in his pockets, looking away. it’s the same old routine. but this time, it’s not going to be brushed off. “am i just a toy to you? something you can just play with when it’s convenient?”

he freezes. it’s the first time you’ve said anything like this, and it hits him harder than expected. the usual teasing, the flirtatious smile, all gone. he stares at you, his face softening for a moment, and you can see the guilt in his eyes. he’s never been good with emotions, but now, he’s forced to face them. it’s clear—he didn’t mean to make you feel this way, but you need to know if he cares, if he’s serious.