I climbed back into my bunk, but sleep refused to come.
The thin mattress felt like concrete beneath me as I shifted from side to side, replaying every word of the bathroom conversation.
The red camera light blinked steadily in the corner, its mechanical eye watching our every move.
Did it record audio from the bathroom? My stomach churned at the thought of editors discovering our conversation, of my secret splashed across screens for millions to see.
Below me, Jinwook's breathing remained steady and even. Across the room, Jisoo let out a soft snore.
Neither had stirred when Yuhyun and I returned, but what if they'd heard something?
What if Jisoo's sharp ears had picked up fragments of hushed conversation through the thin walls?
Guilt gnawed at my chest like a persistent ache.
Yuhyun was risking everything to protect me, throwing his dreams on the line for someone who'd already deceived him once.
The weight of his loyalty felt heavier than any secret I'd carried.
