Hwan walked away from the group, his footsteps louder than necessary as he put distance between himself and the others.
His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. What was he even doing? He had acted like an asshole, plain and simple. And worse, he'd done it in front of Nero. His idol.
He rubbed his face with both hands, mentally scolding himself. "Why did I do that?" he muttered.
Kevin had just been giving directions—maybe a little too confidently—but still. Hwan hadn't needed to react so harshly. But the moment Kevin took charge, something in him snapped.
It wasn't just annoyance. It was something deeper. Something stupid. He wanted Nero to look at him.
To really look at him. To see him not just as some tagalong but as someone worth noticing. So, of course, when Kevin started to talk like he knew everything, Hwan had lashed out. Sabotaged the moment, all for a sliver of attention.
Great. Now Nero probably thought he was immature and unreliable.
