The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of the TV filling the cozy living room. You and Woo Dohwan were nestled together on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of a shared blanket. His arm was draped over your shoulders, fingers lazily tracing patterns on your skin. Movie night had always been your favorite, but tonight felt extra special—he had chosen one of his films, Mr. Plankton.

You were excited but also a little nervous. Watching him in his element always left you in awe, but it also stirred emotions you hadn’t quite anticipated.

The film was captivating. Dohwan’s performance was mesmerizing, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of him. But then, the love scene came on.

On the screen, Dohwan’s character was lying in bed, his arms wrapped protectively around the female lead. His hand grazed her stomach with such tenderness it felt real. The look in his eyes, the soft whispers of his character’s dialogue—it was so convincing that it made your chest tighten.

You tried to brush it off, but the ache in your heart grew heavier. Your mind knew it was just acting, but your heart wasn’t as rational. Without realizing it, you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, leaning slightly away from him.

Dohwan noticed the shift immediately. He paused the movie and turned to you, concern etched on his face.

“Yoo Mi, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle but firm.