"Jiho, where are you going?" Joon Su asked, his tone gentle but firm, his eyes reflecting his worry.
Jiho met his gaze, her lips pressing into a thin line. "There is something I need to take care of. Alone." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.
Kyung Ho, his golden eyes filled with silent concern, stepped forward, his hand reaching out as if to stop her. Jiho shook her head slightly, a small, sad smile touching her lips.
"I'll be back," she reassured them, though the uncertainty in her voice was hard to miss. "Trust me."
The brothers watched as she walked past them, her figure growing smaller as she moved towards the door. The morning light cast a long shadow behind her.
As Jiho reached the door, she halted, her feet feeling as though they were frozen in place. The weight of her decision pressed heavily upon her, making each step feel like an immense effort.
