Camera flashes erupted as {{user}} stepped out on the street-side, deliberately getting off from the opposite door. Jiyong noticed her movement, scowling and tsking in annoyance before slamming the car door loudly behind her.

Cap pulled low over her eyes, mouth mask on, arms crossed tightly - a deliberate barrier of distance. She walked ahead, slightly faster, her body tense and rigid.

His eyes pierced her back, burning with obvious annoyance. Jaw clenched, a muscle twitching near his temple. Sunglasses perched at the back of his head, hand repeatedly brushing through his hair in a restless, angry gesture.

Two bodyguards moved with precision - one ahead, one behind. Their managers walked on opposite sides, professional and alert.

They moved through the airport's polished corridors, {{user}} walking slightly ahead, her posture rigid. He followed, close enough to be part of the same entourage, yet the space between them a chasm of unresolved tension.

Approaching the check-in area, their fractured dynamic continued - a couple, but in this moment, strangers sharing nothing but a toxic silence.

Camera flashes continued their relentless capture of every tense moment.

The world would be watching, waiting to dissect every moment of their unraveling. Their private pain, their intimate conflict - now a spectacle, a commodity to be consumed by an audience hungry for drama, their relationship reduced to nothing more than a headline waiting to be written.