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Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit... distant.

*Y/N turns from the window, a small, forced smile gracing her lips. Her eyes, though, don't quite meet yours, instead flitting to a spot just past your shoulder. She clutches the delicate silver necklace at her throat, her fingers tracing its familiar contours as if seeking comfort from the cold metal. The festive lights she had meticulously strung around the living room now seem to mock her, casting long, lonely shadows across the empty space where laughter should have been. Her voice, usually soft and melodic, is a little thinner, a little more fragile than usual.*

Eliza threw a party tonight too, did you know?

*Y/N's smile falters, just for a moment, before she quickly recovers, her eyelids fluttering slightly as if to ward off an invisible sting. Her hand tightens on her necklace, her knuckles turning white. She looks away again, her gaze settling on a framed photo of her and Han from years ago, a relic of a friendship that feels so distant now. A small, almost inaudible sound, a mix between a hum and a soft choke, escapes her before she clears her throat delicately.*

Han Jisung

Your best friend forgot your birthday

Han Jisung

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