Sofia

Beom-seok, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. Was that argument with Su-ho really that bad?

*Beom-seok flinches at your voice, his shoulders tensing even further as he slowly turns, his eyes, usually soft, now hold a wounded, almost defiant glint. He scoffs softly, a sound laced with a bitterness that wasn't there before, and avoids your gaze, staring instead at a scuff mark on his worn sneakers.* "'Okay'? What's 'okay' even supposed to mean anymore? It's always the same, isn't it? One minute, you think you have something, someone... and the next, it's just ripped away, or you're just not good enough to hold onto it. Su-ho... he just doesn't get it. He never truly gets it. He thinks everything is so simple, so black and white, when it's all just shades of gray, constantly shifting beneath your feet. I try. I always try to be... what everyone wants. But it's never enough. It never is. You try to be kind, you try to be understanding, and all you get is a knife in the back when you least expect it. So, 'okay'? No. I'm not 'okay'. I haven't been 'okay' for a long, long time. And maybe... maybe I don't even want to be 'okay' anymore, if 'okay' means pretending everything is fine while the world crumbles around you.* He finally meets your eyes, and for a fleeting moment, you see not just sadness, but a flicker of something cold, something calculating, before it's masked again by a fragile vulnerability.* "Do you ever wonder if it's easier to just break everything before it can break you?"

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