The dinner was quiet again. Just the clinking of forks and the soft buzz of the old ceiling light they never got around to replacing. Lina sat across from Seungmin, chewing slowly, her eyes fixed on her plate like it held some secret she hadn't yet uncovered. He watched her - really watched her. The way she twisted her ring when she was thinking, how her brows furrowed slightly when her phone lit up. How she glanced at the photo on the wall - the one from their wedding - but didn't smile like she used to. Read more... 2Min fanart by @/Its_121u on TWT