Jiho's gaze softened, the anger and frustration fading into something far more painful. "Because... I don't know how to be what you need. I don't know how to do this."
Joon Su shook his head, his tears finally spilling over as he tightened his grip on her, his voice breaking with emotion. "But we can figure it out together. Please, Jiho... don't shut me out."
Jiho closed her eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She had spent so long running from the reality of their situation, but now, faced with the raw, unfiltered emotion in Joon Su's voice, she couldn't keep running.
"I..." Jiho began, her voice faltering as she opened her eyes and met his gaze. "I don't know if I can."
The admission hung in the air between them, and for the first time in weeks, Joon Su saw something in Jiho's eyes that he hadn't seen in far too long—vulnerability. It was a small glimmer, buried beneath layers of pain and fear, but it was there.
