Hye-rin barely slept.
Her mind kept replaying Min-jae's voice, the shock in his eyes, the way Joon-hyuk's jaw had clenched when he heard the truth. Even after dinner, after washing up, after lying in her bed staring at the ceiling, the worry wouldn't let her rest.
By morning, she felt wrung out.
When she stepped into the living room, Joon-hyuk was already dressed, every line of him crisp and collected—except for the faint shadows under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept much either.
He noticed her the moment she approached.
"You're tired."
She tried to smile. "Just a little."
He studied her quietly, his gaze softening in a way that almost made her chest ache. Then he set down the tablet in his hand.
"Hye-rin," he said, voice gentler than she expected. "You've been under too much stress."
She blinked. "It's fine. Really, I'm okay—"
"You're not."
His tone wasn't scolding. It was… worried.
He stepped a bit closer, hands in his pockets, expression composed but earnest.
