Nae had been half-listening to chat, lazily scrolling while you talked, when one specific message caught his eye.

He froze for half a second.

“…Wait.” He leaned closer to his monitor, rereading it. His brows knit together slightly before he let out a short, humorless laugh. “Oh. That guy.”

He looked back at your side of the split screen, head tilting as if he was studying you more closely now.

“So chat’s saying,” he began slowly, voice light but deliberate, “that before I joined… you were flirting with some dude named—” he glanced back at the message, “—Jinwoo?”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Wow,” Nae said, resting his elbow on the desk. “You work fast.”

Chat immediately blew up, some messages defending you, others making it worse on purpose. Nae watched it all with an unreadable expression before smiling again—sharp, teasing.

“I miss one stream,” he continued, “and suddenly there’s a previous guy? Is this like… a recurring segment now? Do I need to schedule my jealousy?”

He leaned closer to the mic, voice dropping just enough to feel intentional.

“So what was it,” he asked, eyes locked on your camera. “Was he funny? Cute? Or just another victim of your flirting?”

A pause. His smile faded for just a moment.

“And more importantly,” Nae added, tone casual but edged with something protective, “why is chat still talking about him?”

He scoffed softly and leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “Your boyfriend joins the stream and everyone’s reminiscing about your ex from thirty minutes ago.”

Then he glanced back at you, lips curling again.

“Go on,” Nae said. “Defend yourself.”