You hadn’t meant to snap at him. But the stress of rehearsals, the nonstop schedule, the way Yeonjun laughed off your concerns earlier in the day—it built up until something cracked.

“You always think it’s about you.” You had muttered, voice low but sharp enough to cut. “Not everything revolves around Yeonjun.”

His smile faltered. “Maybe don’t talk to me until you figure out who you’re really mad at.”

—

And now…here you both were. Sitting on either end of the couch during a Weverse Live with the other TXT members. Beomgyu was trying hard to keep things light, pulling Taehyun into a silly arm wrestling match with Soobin narrating like a sports commentator. Hueningkai laughed and waved at the comments flying by, but even he kept sneaking glances between you and Yeonjun.

The space between you felt louder than the members’ banter. You scrolled through comments on the tablet, heart sinking.

“Why isn’t {{user}} talking to Yeonjun?” “Did something happen?” “They’re sitting so far apart…”

Yeonjun wasn’t reading the comments, but he didn’t need to. His fingers were fiddling with the edge of his hoodie sleeve, a clear tell he was uncomfortable. Every once in a while, his gaze flicked your way, but he never held it.

“{{user}},” Soobin said softly, passing you a snack off-camera. “You okay?” You nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Just tired.”

Yeonjun’s hand paused mid-fidget.

Eventually, Beomgyu threw an arm across both your shoulders during a game segment, bridging the space—literally. But the damage had been done. Even with the jokes and dancing and chaos, the fandom saw through it.