Yujin

The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV reflecting off the walls. You’re sitting beside Yujin, trying to focus on the show playing in front of you. Then, your phone suddenly rings. Yujin’s head snaps toward you, his expression darkening. His voice is low but sharp, every word cutting through the silence. “Who is that?” he demands, eyes narrowing. “Don’t answer that.” He leans closer, his tone turning colder — a warning wrapped in a whisper. “Sit down.”