But as quickly as the warmth settled, Jiho's gaze shifted, catching the eye of an elderly man who had been quietly observing from the far side of the room. Mr. Han's breath caught. The man, old but with an undeniable presence, met Jiho's eyes with a knowing smile.
Mr. Han's heart raced. Who was this man? And why was Jiho acknowledging him like that? The air in the room felt charged, as if something unspoken was passing between them, something far deeper than a casual glance. Jiho's smile didn't falter, but it shifted, becoming more reserved, as though the presence of the old man reminded her of something she had momentarily forgotten.
"Well," Jiho said, her voice light once again as she turned back to the brothers, "if you're going to stand around like statues all night, I might as well keep you company." She winked, and for a brief moment, the tension broke as the brothers smiled, albeit a bit nervously.