Only one? [male Chaeyoung x TWICE]

(20) idiot

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The room was suffocating in its simplicity—a bare space with plain concrete walls, lit dimly by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. A small, thin mattress lay in one corner, and Mina sat on it, knees tucked to her chest. Her head rested on her arms as she stared blankly at the floor.

Chaeyoung was at the door, his fists pounding against the unforgiving steel. 

"ANYONE?!" he yelled, his voice raw with desperation. 

"LET US OUT!"

His shouts echoed in the empty space, but no one answered.

"Stop..." Mina's quiet voice cut through his frantic banging. 

Her words were barely above a whisper, yet they carried a heavy weight of defeat. 

"We're not going anywhere. Stop wasting your energy."

Chaeyoung paused mid-knock, glancing back at her. 

She didn't look up, but a single tear escaped her eye, sliding down her cheek.

He slumped against the door and slid to the floor, his back hitting the cold surface with a dull thud. His hands raked through his hair as frustration and helplessness overtook him.

"I'm such a loser," he muttered, his voice trembling. 

"What was I thinking? Charging in like some kind of hero when I can't even beat up a couple of guys."

He lowered his head into his hands, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts. "I thought I could help. I thought I could do something good for once." His voice cracked, and his hands clenched into fists. 

"But all I did was get us both caught."

Mina lifted her head slightly, her red-rimmed eyes flicking toward him. She hadn't expected this side of him. Chaeyoung, the guy she had always dismissed as impulsive and a little arrogant, was unraveling before her.

"We're stuck here because of me," he continued, his tone dripping with self-loathing. "And now... now I can't do anything. I just—"