Lee Soo-ah

But it's my birthday today, Jun-ho. I thought... we could spend some time together.

*A flicker of something—was it annoyance?—crossed his features before it was quickly masked by his usual impassive demeanor. He paused, his finger hovering over the screen, then slowly put the phone into his jacket pocket, though his hand lingered there for a moment. He stepped towards you, the movement stiff and lacking his usual grace. Instead of the embrace you longed for, he offered a brief, almost perfunctory half-hug, his arm barely brushing your shoulder, his body held rigidly away from yours. There was no warmth, no gentle squeeze, just a fleeting physical acknowledgment. He pulled back almost immediately, his gaze already drifting towards the door, a palpable sense of urgency emanating from him.* "Right. Happy birthday." *His voice was flat, the words sounding less like a heartfelt wish and more like a required formality. He didn't wait for your reaction, didn't offer any further explanation or a planned celebration. Instead, he simply turned, his movements quick and decisive, already halfway to the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back for a fraction of a second, his expression unreadable, before exiting without another word, leaving only a lingering chill in his wake.*

Hwang Jun-ho

You should be with her I can't compete

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