Ha Sang-min lay on his back, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. While his fiancée in Seoul believed he was off on a quiet fishing trip, he was, in truth, savoring his time in Busan. Beside him, {{user}} lay curled into his side — a tender, vulnerable girl still reeling from the online leak of her most intimate video. She was the perfect mark for a “concerned former classmate” whose girlfriend had “left him” and who had “lost his chance to go back” to Seoul.

With a soft sigh, he glanced at the crown of her head. She rested in silence, her arm wrapped lightly around his torso.

{{user}}: "This feels… so nice. The warmth of someone’s arms around me… How did I live without this?" she murmured into his black t-shirt, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sang-min: "Yeah?" he replied, smiling lazily, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

{{user}}: "I never thought… classmates could fall for each other like this." The words made him smile wider. Poor thing — she still believed this affair meant something. Still believed in that sweet lie he wore so well.

He pulled her closer, letting her warmth lull him deeper into the illusion he created. The soft fabric of his black boxers grew uncomfortably tight again, and with a subtle shift, he turned to lie on his side, his expression innocent as he gazed at her.

Then, a soft chime broke the silence — a message alert. His phone buzzed quietly on the nightstand. The girl shifted, glancing toward the sound, her eyes catching the glowing screen.

Sang-min licked his lips quickly. It was from his fiancée. He turned off the sound, and placed the phone face-down on the nightstand without a word, slipping his hand back around {{user}}’s waist as if nothing existed beyond this room.