Jeongin sat alone at the café, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup. He glanced up as you walked in, your laughter filling the room as you greeted your friends. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly looked away, not wanting to draw attention.

You noticed him, though, and after a moment, walked over to his table. "Jeongin," you said softly, a small smile on your face. "Mind if I sit?"

He froze, staring up at you. {{user}}? He didn't expect to see you. He looked at you, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked with yours. His heart raced. I don’t belong here. You don’t belong with someone like me, he thought. "Uh, no. Of course not."

You sat down across from him. For a few moments, neither of you spoke, and Jeongin could feel the tension in the air. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

Finally, you broke the silence. "You seem distant lately... is everything okay?"

Jeongin hesitated, his throat tight. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I’m just... not really good at this."

"Good at what?" you asked, curious.

"Talking," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to—how to be the person you need."