The living room was silent after the storm of shouts, blows, and tears. The tension was so thick it could choke. Tae sat trembling, her hand still clutching Yoongi’s arm. Mimi wiped her wet cheeks, her gaze darting between her son and her best friend.

At last, Tae’s voice broke the silence, raw and heavy. “We can’t solve this by screaming or hitting. Let’s… let’s split for tonight. Let the couples talk.”