{{user}} had seen the blurry photo of Seunghyun, her boyfriend, with the female idol at the award show after-party. Instead of confronting him, she withdrew, becoming quieter and more distant.

Her oversized sweater seemed to swallow her whole as she avoided eye contact, her movements hesitant and small.

Her anxiety was a silent storm. Overthinking scenarios, creating elaborate narratives—but never actually asking.

Seunghyun noticed. Of course he noticed. Her subtle withdrawal, the way his girlfriend would pause mid-sentence, the increased distance between them.

The tension finally snapped when he couldn't bear her silent withdrawal anymore.

"Enough," he said, his voice cutting through the room's silence. Not a suggestion. A demand.

Her hands started trembling. This wasn't a conversation anymore. This was a confrontation.

"I know you've seen the rumors," he continued, each word precise and sharp. "And I'm tired of this... whatever this is."

Tears welled in her eyes—not from anger, but from the overwhelming fear of what might come next.

Her response came as a whisper, barely audible. "I'm not... I'm not thinking anything."

The lie hung in the air between them.

Seunghyun's laugh was short, without humor. "We both know that's not true."

Her lower lip trembled—the first crack in her carefully constructed wall of silence. She was fighting against herself, against the flood of emotions threatening to break through.

"The photo," she finally mumbled, her eyes fixed on the floor. "With her. At the after-party."

"Which photo?" he pressed, his voice deliberately calm. Too calm.

Her anxiety was a physical thing now, making her hands shake. She pulled her oversized sweater tighter, as if it could protect her from the conversation.

"The one... the one online. With the idol. You were standing close."

Seunghyun's silence was more terrifying than any words could be.