Y/N doesn’t respond to Seung-joo’s words, but her shoulders stiffen slightly. Without another glance back, we leave the room together. Outside, I guide Y/N to the waiting car, her face a mask of unreadable emotions. I open the door, and she slips inside wordlessly. Once I’m seated beside her, I give Taehyung a quick nod, and he starts the engine.

For several minutes, silence stretches between us, thick and tense. Finally, Y/N speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did you really not know about all of this?”