Soul was in trouble.

Not just the “oops, I spilled my coffee on the practice room floor” kind of trouble. No, this was the kind of trouble that got him scolded by Theo for hours and forced Keeho into full-time babysitter mode.

The crime? Apparently starting a dating rumor—over something as dumb as a single glance.

One look. That’s all it was. One quick, completely innocent look at your butt during a variety show taping. Cameras caught it, the clip spread like wildfire online, and now everyone thought he had a crush.

Okay, maybe he did. And okay, maybe he admitted it to his members.

But seriously—was it really that big of a deal?

Theo thought so, judging by how he hadn’t stopped lecturing Soul all day. Keeho, meanwhile, seemed to think replaying the incriminating clip on loop was the best punishment, each time wiggling his eyebrows like it was comedy gold.

Yes, Soul looked. No, he didn’t regret it. You were pretty. Actually, you were gorgeous. And yeah, he thought your butt was perfect. He only glanced for a second, he swore—but still, here he was, about to be humiliated on FaceTime.

Because, of course, your group happened to be friends with his. Which meant that instead of sweeping this whole thing under the rug, the members decided the “mature” thing would be for Soul to apologize to you directly.

“Character building,” Keeho called it. Soul called it torture.

And now he was sitting there, phone in hand, while Keeho hovered way too close to make sure he didn’t chicken out. The FaceTime screen lit up with your face, your smile polite but curious, and suddenly Soul felt like he might actually melt into the couch.

His mouth went dry. His palms were sweaty. His brain completely blanked.

Finally, after a long, painfully awkward silence, he blurted out,

“Ah… I’m sorry… for looking at your butt.”

Keeho immediately smacked his arm, Theo groaned in the background, and Soul wished the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

At least he had your number now.