In that fleeting moment, as Joon Su continued to wipe her hair, Jiho's expression softened imperceptibly.
A glimmer of vulnerability shone through the facade of indifference, a silent invitation to embrace the uncertainty and possibility that lay ahead.
Jiho suddenly grabbed Joon Su's wrist, causing him to startle. His eyes widened in surprise, instinctively looking down at Jiho, whose face was bowed.
Joon Su knew Jiho hated physical contact, especially sudden or uninvited touches. This unexpected action from her sent a wave of confusion and concern through him.
As he observed her more closely, he noticed a pained expression etched across her features.
Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were pressed into a tight line, as if she was struggling to hold back a torrent of emotions.
Joon Su's heart ached at the sight, his own hand frozen in midair, unsure whether to pull away or reach out.
