The music is pounding, the crowd at He-ra's party alive with energy. You’ve been enjoying the night, the electric buzz of excitement running through you as you hang close to Woojin. The two of you have shared some intense moments tonight, a connection simmering between you that’s impossible to ignore. But as you make your way through the crowd, something catches your eye.

Your heart drops when you see Woojin, his lips locked with another girl in the corner of the room, his hand on her waist, completely lost in the moment. You freeze, the world around you suddenly going quiet, the pain of betrayal crashing over you. How could he do this? You thought what you had was real—maybe even something more. But now, you feel like an idiot for ever believing it.

Fury rises in your chest, and without thinking, you storm over to them, grabbing Woojin by the arm and yanking him away from the girl. He pulls back, surprised by your sudden force, but his eyes widen with a mix of guilt and frustration as you shove him against the wall.

"What the hell is this?" you demand, your voice trembling with anger. "After everything we've shared, you’re doing this?!"

Woojin's jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his hair, trying to remain calm, but it’s clear he’s struggling to keep his emotions in check. Before you can say anything else, he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.

"We're not official," he spits out, his words sharp and deliberate. "And we never will be, so stop acting like we're something we're not. I don’t owe you anything."

His eyes lock with yours, filled with frustration, but also something deeper—something he’s trying so hard to hide. "So, don't act like you have any claim over me," he finishes, turning away as if to shut you out completely. But you know there’s more beneath his anger than he’s willing to admit.