The party was never an invitation. It was a summons. The bass from the speakers rattles the walls of the private room, thick with cigarette smoke and the kind of silence that only happens when everyone knows better than to speak. Seong Joon sits at the center of it all — unhurried, untouchable — his eyes cutting straight to you the moment you stepped through the door. Baek Hyun leans against the wall with a smirk that says he already knows how this ends. Nari doesn't even look at Seong Joon. She looks at you, and her gaze is something colder than hate. You came because you had no choice. You always come because you have no choice. Now he's waiting. And the whole room is watching.