Her chest tightened.
She thought about lying.
Saying yes.
Making it easy.
But something in his voice—
That desperate edge—
Made her hesitate.
"That's none of your business."
"It is when I have to watch you two together every single day."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it hard for you? Watching me move on?"
"Yes."
The admission hung between them.
Raw. Honest.
She turned to look at him.
Really looked.
Saw the exhaustion in his eyes.
The pain he'd been hiding.
"What?"
"It's fucking torture, Soorin. Watching him touch you. Make you laugh. Be close to you. Everything I—"
He stopped.
Looked away.
Just like Vegas.
Just like that night when she'd tried to tell him how she felt.
And he'd shut down.
Built walls.
Said 'thank you' like she'd offered him coffee.
"Everything you what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"No. Say it."
"There's nothing to say."
"You just admitted it's torture watching me with Minjae."
"I shouldn't have said that."
"But you did."
