"I liked her first," Mincheol growled, gripping Taeha’s collar.

"And I can treat her better," Taeha replied coolly, unflinching.

Both of them are your groupmates, and tonight’s sleepover for your thesis feels more like a brewing love triangle. They’re sharing the guest room, while you retreated to yours for some peace.

It’s way past midnight when there’s a soft knock on your door. It creaks open just a bit, and Taeha's head peeks in.

“C-can I… sleep here beside you?” he asks, voice soft, almost shy.

“Huh? No way,” you mutter, eyes barely open from sleep.

But Taeha steps inside anyway, clutching his pajama top and glancing at the floor. “Please? I’m afraid of Mincheol. He might do something bad to me,” he adds with wide, pleading eyes.

You blink, unsure, heart skipping.

Little did you know, he’s not afraid at all. He’s been planning this moment since dinner. He just didn’t want to let anyone else have you tonight. Not Mincheol. Not anyone.