Haejin didn't look rattled. His face stayed composed. But Soorin felt his grip shift—fingers adjusting, thumb pressing harder against her knuckles.
'Breathe. Just breathe.'
He spoke first. Voice steady. Controlled.
"Those photos were taken without our knowledge or consent. They were circulated with deliberate malicious intent." Pause. Measured. "At that time, Soorin and I were colleagues. Nothing more."
Hyunjoo tilted her head slightly. Like she was considering whether to believe him. "But the body language in both images suggests something different. The rooftop photo especially." She let that hang. "Two people alone. Late at night. Drinks in hand. That doesn't look like two colleagues grabbing fresh air."
Soorin's stomach tightened.
'Here we go.'
