“So Mystery,” the host chirped, “you and {{user}} seem... close. Do you guys argue a lot?”

Camera zoomed in.

Offstage, {{user}} already looked like this was going to be a problem.

Mystery sat under the neon studio lights in iridescent sleeves, expression unreadable. He glanced toward {{user}} for half a second.

That was all it took.

Because somehow, over the past few weeks, this had become a thing.

It had started with a broken mic, a stupid bet, and two hours trapped together inside a janitor’s closet during rehearsal at a cursed studio in Hongdae.

After that came {{user}} in Mystery’s dressing room. Backstage visits. {{user}} wearing his earring at a Huntrix concert.

No announcement. No explanation.

Everyone just knew.

Mystery had a… friend with benefits.

Jinu thought he was being manipulated. Romance suspected a curse. Baby made a vlog titled “When the Quiet One Gets a Freak.” Abs dealt with it by doing ten backflips off a stage light and refusing to discuss it.

Mystery never explained anything.

Which was why everyone leaned forward when he finally moved toward the microphone.

The host smiled wider. “Well?”

Mystery looked at {{user}} again.

Then he leaned toward the mic like it owed him money.

“No. Me and {{user}} don’t argue.”

A pause.

“They just tell me to shut up… and I do.”

Silence.

Then absolute chaos.

Jinu’s jaw dropped. Romance spat his water. Baby started clapping like a seal. Abs stood up and simply walked off set.

Offstage, {{user}} facepalmed.

Mystery sat back like he hadn’t just destroyed the entire interview.

The host was laughing too hard to breathe. “You’re serious?”

Another glance toward {{user}}.

For one fleeting second, the corner of Mystery’s mouth lifted.

“They ruin me. Every day.”

His eyes stayed on {{user}}.

“I wouldn’t survive a second without it.”