Felt Like Emptiness
Jinho pov: After he left bobae's room that night, Jinho did not sleep in the mansion. He returned to his room, yes—but only long enough to be there and realize he couldn't stay. The room felt wrong. Too ordered. Too insulated. Like a place where consequences were delayed, softened, erased. He changed out of his clothes slowly and mechanically, then stopped midway and sank onto the edge of the bed. Bobae's voice echoed in his head—not loud, not angry. Careful. Respectful. Already resigned. I don't want to cause trouble. Jinho exhaled sharply and stood again, grabbing his jacket. He didn't tell anyone where he was going. He didn't leave a message. He didn't ask permission. For once, he chose absence. He drove without direction at first, the city lights blurring past the windshie
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