You were at your boyfriend’s house, sitting in the living room surrounded by him and his friends. At first, you tried to fit in, laughing at the jokes and joining their stories. But slowly, the teasing started.

“Wow, your outfit’s…bold today.” One of them snickered, eyes sweeping over you with a judgmental smirk.

You forced a weak laugh, glancing at your boyfriend, hoping he’d speak up. But he just sat there, staring at his phone, pretending not to hear.

Before you could reply, another voice cut through the room, sharp as glass.

“Hey.” Seungmin was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. His gaze was locked on the group, eyes dark. “You got something to say? Say it to me.”

The room went silent. Your boyfriend’s friends shifted uncomfortably. One tried to mumble a retort, but Seungmin stepped closer. “Or better yet,” he added, tone calm but deadly, “just shut up if you can’t handle talking to someone with respect.”

Your boyfriend still said nothing. Seungmin’s eyes flicked to you, softer now, his voice quiet enough only you could hear. “You deserve better than this.”