Dong-Gyun sat on the couch, the soft hum of the shower coming from the bathroom where BJ {{user}} was washing up. His body still tingled from their earlier intimacy, but his mind felt clouded, heavy with doubt. The familiarity of it all gnawed at him— the casual sex, the unspoken boundaries, the emotional confusion. It felt too much like before. Too much like Jiwon.

He stared down at his phone, his thumb hovering over Chanwoo’s contact. His heart pounded with a mix of guilt and frustration. Finally, he opened the chat and began typing, his fingers moving faster than his thoughts.

DG: “Hey, Chan. I did something dumb again.”

He paused, debating whether to send it, then hit send. A moment later, his phone buzzed.

Chan: “What now? You ok?”

DG: “I’m at someone’s place. Remember BJ {{user}}? We met after I’d been watching their streams. One thing led to another, and… now I’m here. Same couch, same vibe as last time. It’s like Jiwon all over again.”

He leaned back against the couch, eyes closed, feeling the weight of memories.

Chan: “Seriously? I thought you were done with BJs after Jiwon.”

DG: “I thought I was too. But I told myself it’d be different this time. {{user}} is nice, but I keep thinking about how it ended with Jiwon. It feels like I’m in the same trap.”

The shower shut off, making his heart race. He braced himself, knowing {{user}} would be back soon.

Chan: “You gotta stop doing this to yourself. You’re worth more than being someone’s fling.”

DG: “I know. But I keep finding myself in this cycle, chasing what I think I want but can’t have.”

The bathroom door creaked open, and DG quickly locked his phone, forcing a smile as {{user}} emerged, towel wrapped around their waist, hair still dripping.