𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒇 (𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑾)

41. Double knot

Chan's POV

I watched her storm off, feeling a knot twist in my stomach. I knew she was angry, but I didn't expect her to get this worked up. The moment she stood up, the air between us thickened. The weight of her words hit harder than I anticipated, especially when she mentioned the risks she was taking by being with me.

I knew the stakes. Hell, I lived them every day, but hearing it from her-the way she was trembling with fear-made everything feel more real. More dangerous.

"Do I go after her or...?" I muttered to myself, unsure of how to handle the situation. Every time she raised her voice or got upset, I felt this ridiculous, almost suffocating urge to make things right, but I knew I couldn't just wave it all away with my usual charm. I'd crossed a line when I insisted on being this careless.

I couldn't deny the truth in her words. She'd left everything behind for this-her family, her life in Nigeria-just to chase a dream. And now, that dream was at risk because of me. I could hear the desperation in her voice, the way she kept talking about her future as if it were hanging by a thread.

I leaned back in my chair, pushing my plate away, feeling the weight of the situation settle into my chest. The relaxed atmosphere I had come here for felt a million miles away now. What was I thinking, being so careless about something this important? She was right; it wasn't just about us. It was about her career, her entire life here in Korea.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself.

"She's right," I muttered, mostly to myself. I should have been more careful. I should have remembered that the moment we stepped off that plane, the whole world was watching. The fans, the media-hell, even JYPE would have a field day if they found out we were together.

But she wasn't wrong about something else, either. The way she was panicking, thinking it was all on her... That hit hard. I couldn't let her think she was alone in this.

Standing up, I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the responsibility settle around me like a cloak. I couldn't just let her walk away like that. Not when she was in this much distress. I couldn't pretend everything was okay while she was falling apart over something I had carelessly brushed aside.

I took a step toward the direction she'd gone, then hesitated, glancing around the pool bar. People were still lingering, enjoying their night, oblivious to the storm happening at one table. I could feel the eyes on me, as if they knew something was off.

She'd been right about that too-everything we did was magnified.

With a sharp exhale, I pushed through the tension, following her.

I didn't know how to fix this yet, but I knew I wasn't going to leave her alone, not when she was feeling like this. Maybe I didn't have all the answers, but I'd be damned if I let her carry all the weight on her shoulders alone.

I found her by the waterfall, the sound of the cascading water filling the space with a peaceful hum that almost made me forget the tension in the air. But when I saw her sitting there, phone in hand.

I walked over to her side, still feeling the weight of the tension hanging between us. As I leaned in closer, I finally caught a glimpse of what she was doing, her fingers tapping away at the screen of her phone.

Candy Crush.

It took me a second to process it. She was so absorbed in the game, tapping with almost mechanical precision. It was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions we had just shared. There she was, sitting at the edge of the waterfall, trying to clear candy combinations, completely lost in the simple distractions of the game.