The balcony door slammed open.
They jumped apart.
Doyun stumbled out.
Clearly drunk.
Waving a bottle of whiskey.
"PARTY ON THE BALCONY! Hyung, I found the good stuff—oh. OH."
He froze.
Taking in their proximity.
The way they'd been standing.
"Shit. Did I... interrupt something?"
Haejin's expression shuttered immediately.
The mask slammed back into place.
"No."
"Really? Because it looked like—"
"You're drunk. Go to bed."
Doyun looked between them.
Even drunk, he could read the room.
"Right. Yeah. I'll just... go."
He backed toward the door.
"Sorry. My bad. Pretend I wasn't here."
He disappeared inside.
Silence fell.
Heavy. Awkward.
Soorin moved to leave.
Haejin grabbed her wrist.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't run from this."
She pulled free.
Laughed.
Bitter. Sharp.
"Run from what? You have a girlfriend waiting in Korea, remember? One who can't wait for you to finish here."
"Soorin—"
"Goodnight, Haejin."
She walked away.
Back through the door.
