Jimin lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. The sun streams through the blinds as you hum softly while preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Jimin’s face is tense and conflicted as he blankly stares at the ceiling.

You soon enter the bedroom with a tray of breakfast, smiling brightly.

Jimin forces a smile, but his eyes betray a flicker of annoyance. He sits up, taking the tray from you without a word.

“Is everything okay?” your voice is laced with concern.

Jimin hesitates, then nods.

“Yeah, just tired,” he sighs.

You frown, sensing something is off. You sit beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but move it away when he stiffens at your touch.