I stepped out of the practice room on unsteady legs, my muscles still trembling from the intensity of Haejun's training.
Yuhyun stood leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his warm brown eyes tracking my movement.
How long had he been waiting there?
My stomach clenched as I wondered if he'd seen anything through the practice room's glass panels—Haejun's hands guiding my movements, the way I'd responded to his touch.
"Ready for breakfast?" Yuhyun's voice carried its usual gentle warmth, but something sharper lurked beneath.
Before I could answer, the practice room door opened behind me.
Haejun emerged, his perfectly styled hair still immaculate despite our intense session. His electric blue eyes swept over me briefly before settling on Yuhyun.
The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
Neither spoke, but their gazes locked like opposing forces measuring each other's strength.
