The dim glow of the streetlights outside your apartment filtered through the window as you laughed at a joke someone else made. The room was quiet, save for the sound of soft conversation and clinking glasses. You hadn't heard the door creak open or the footsteps approaching.

"{{user}}?"

The voice was familiar—calm, controlled, but carrying an undertone of disbelief. Your heart dropped. Turning quickly, you met Lee Know's eyes, dark and unreadable as they shifted from you to the person sitting too close beside you on the couch.

"Minho," you stammered, instinctively stepping away from the other person.

His expression didn’t shift. He remained frozen in the doorway, one hand still gripping the doorknob. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before he finally spoke again.

"So this is why you’ve been distant?" His voice was quiet, but every word cut like glass.

You opened your mouth to respond, to explain, but what could you possibly say?

"Was it just once? Or has it been going on for a while?" he asked, his jaw tightening.

"It’s not what it looks like," you said weakly, tears threatening to spill as the weight of what you had done sank in.

Minho let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You think I’m that stupid?" His eyes, usually soft when they looked at you, were sharp and cold now.

The other person, sensing the tension, awkwardly excused themselves, leaving you alone with Minho.

"You could’ve just told me," he said after a long pause. "If you weren’t happy, if… if I wasn’t enough, you could’ve just told me." His voice cracked at the end, betraying the pain he was desperately trying to mask.