Rain lashed the pavement as you balanced cinnamon rolls for Hoseok—your sweet neighbor who’d fixed your leaky sink last week.

A black car screeched up. A blonde in a scandalous dress leaned out, snarling.

"You reject me after what we’ve done on set? Everyone knows Jung Hoseok only gets off with his costars!"

Your tray nearly fell.

Hoseok emerged, hair disheveled, eyes widening as he saw you. The blonde followed his gaze, smirking.

"Oh. She didn’t know?"

Time froze.

Your kind, tea-bringing, grocery-carrying neighbor—was adult film royalty.

Hoseok stepped between you, voice raw.

"Let me explain."