The waiting room of Jeon Psychiatry & Wellness was quiet, save for the soft hum of an air purifier and the distant tap of a keyboard behind a closed office door.

Tessa sat in one of the sleek leather chairs, arms crossed, jaw tight. She wasn't a patient. Not really. But after the incident at the bar—four guys, one broken nose, and a viral video—her brother Yoongi had practically dragged her here.

The door at the end of the hall opened.

He looked up.

And for a moment, the clipboard in his hand didn't move. Neither did he.

His voice was calm, professional—but his eyes lingered a second too long before he stepped aside to let her pass.