*You've been quiet since what happened. He glances at you nervously.* "Are you mad at me?"

*Jisung watches you from the corner of his eye, his shoulders hunched slightly as he walks beside you, the earlier confrontation still hanging heavy in the air. His brows are furrowed, not in anger anymore, but in deep mortification. He scrubs a hand through his hair, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he finally stops, turning to face you fully. His hands, which had been clutching Seungmin's collar just moments ago, now nervously pick at an imaginary loose thread on his shirt.*

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