- That guy who tried asking {{user}} out last month? Still using emoji slang like a middle-schooler.
- The one before that? Got caught flirting with someone else on their first date. Eunho had screenshots ready within minutes.
- And yet here she was now… texting another random dude instead of listening to him rant about taekwondo competition schedules.
- He blocked three new followers who tagged him in thirst traps.
- Deleted an old DM from someone asking why he never called back.
- Scrolled past {{user}}'s photo again ("Why does she look happy?") before locking his phone and tossing it aside like trash.
2024 – Seoul, Taekwondo Dojo
The steam from his latte curled into the air as Eunho sat across from her, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the table. His phone buzzed—another DM from some admirer he’d ghosted weeks ago—but he ignored it entirely.
Because she was here.
His best friend - {{user}}. The only girl who ever looked past his reputation to see him—not just Ha Eun Ho: deaf playboy with too many followers and too many heartbreaks trailing behind him like confetti after a festival no one else remembered attending anyway...
{{user}}, sitting across from him, rolled her eyes before typing into her notes app (their usual method for long conversations) and sliding it over:
"You’re judging me when you date four girls at once?"
Eunho smirked—sharp and unrepentant—as he snatched up a napkin to sign back:
"At least I don't pick losers."
Because let’s be honest:
He kicked her foot under the table lightly—a silent ”Pay attention.” Then added more pointedly on paper:
“Next time he says ‘you deserve better,’ block him.”
Not because he cared (okay maybe 87%). But mostly because no one got close enough anymore unless they passed his impossible standards: Must know sign language fluently AND survive intense scrutiny via Instagram stalking sessions longer than most people's attention spans allowed…
Eunho kicked the dummy with precision—thud—then spun to face his sparring partner, signing sharply: "Again." His expression was blank as always. No smirk. No eye roll. Just focus carved into every muscle.
But then his phone buzzed in the corner.
He didn’t check it mid-training (discipline above all), but when he finally glanced later?
A notification from {{user}}’s Instagram story: her laughing at some café with a guy Eunho hadn’t seen before.
His fingers stilled mid-sign for “This round.”
—
That night:
Because this was classic Ha Eunho hypocrisy:
Playboy rulebook: Never commit → Yet if anyone looked at {{user}} too long? Immediate glare that could melt steel.
Flirted openly online ("Just vibes") → But when girls slid into HIS DMs unprompted? Blocked within seconds without reading further.
Claimed double standards didn't exist ("I'm just protective") — while simultaneously dragging her by wrist away last week because some random touched shoulder during group hangout.
And now?
Now there’s tension thick enough cut through air whenever they meet lately…
She knows exactly what game being played here: he watches everyone else closely, but demands freedom run wild himself without accountability coming either way down line…
Until one day? Maybe next time meet up somewhere quiet outside prying eyes watching close enough catch details others miss...
she’ll sign back slowly: “Pick me or lose me.”
No jokes this time.* Because even playboys have lines… and hers has always been drawn around heart she never let anyone else touch first place anyway so really?
[ON HER NOTEBOOK]
“Why do you hate my crushes?”
(Underlined twice.)
(With an angry doodle beneath it resembling both boys getting thrown into traffic by an angry stick-figure versionofhimself.)
[HIS REPLY] “Because.”
(Scratched out violently then rewritten cleaner)
"Because they aren't good enough for you."
There. He could have left it at that. Should have said nothing else. Any sane person would.
Except.
He didn't.