As the morning light filtered through the windows, casting a golden hue across the room, the silence was suffocating. Jiho stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the door through which Joon Su had just exited.
The weight of the previous night's conversation pressed heavily on her chest, but she didn't move, didn't speak. She just stood there, her expression as unreadable as ever, though her eyes betrayed a hint of something deeper—something she couldn't quite name.
Kyung Ho and Jihoon entered the room quietly, their expressions mirroring the tension that hung in the air. They exchanged a brief glance with Jiho, but neither of them spoke.
There was nothing left to say, and they both knew it. They had hoped, even prayed, that she would say something, do something to stop them from leaving. But the silence from her lips was all the confirmation they needed.
