"It's nice to see you in person. I've been thinking about you, talking about you all this time."

Junyoung's voice brushed against the nape of his neck, sending a tingling sensation down his spine. The warmth of her breath tightened something in his chest, and his heart pounded heavily. Without realizing it, his grip tightened, pulling her close against him.

"What are you going to do?"

At his words, Junyoung tilted her head slightly.

"About what?"

"Na Seungwoon."

Junyoung blinked and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing herself away. Beomjin’s dark eyes instinctively sought hers.

"What about him?"

"That's what I'm asking you."

"Don't say it like that. It didn’t sound like a joke before, but now it sounds even worse."

Even as she spoke seriously, Beomjin didn’t argue. He simply raised an eyebrow. Junyoung let out a small scoff and slid her hand down, finding his. She wrapped her fingers halfway around his firm palm and muttered.

"I was too aggressive today. I rushed things because I wanted to get it over with quickly. I should've taken more time."

"I only saw him for a moment, but Na Seungwoon’s eyes didn’t look... normal either—"

Beomjin abruptly cut himself off, his gaze dropping to her wrist. His eyes darkened as he noticed both wrists were swollen and bruised.

Though his face was partially obscured, his lowered eyes alone were enough for her to guess what he was thinking.@@novelbin@@

"Did Na Seungwoon do this?"

His voice was lower than usual, oddly calm, which only made it more unsettling. The air around them seemed to constrict, pressing in on her. Clearing her throat, she shrugged her shoulders.

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