The red carpet stretches ahead, a plush velvet river cutting through a sea of reporters, fans screaming behind barriers, and the low hum of professional chaos.

Jay Park stands between them, one hand on Ohyul’s shoulder, the other resting lightly near Elana’s back. A proud producer’s smile. The man who brought them both here.

Ryul.

He’s standing right next to Y/n, close enough that if either of them breathed too deeply, their shoulders would brush. He hasn’t looked at her once. But he hasn’t stepped away, either.

The cameras keep flashing.