Yoon-hoo let out a quiet sigh as his fingers absently combed through your hair, his touch gentle but lingering, like he was trying to savor the last few moments of closeness.

His eyes flicked down, drawn to the way you were sprawled out between his legs, head turned away from him, phone tilted at that perfect angle that let him glimpse your screen. He didn't mean to look, but the bright interface of that stupid app was unmistakable.

Tinder. Again.

It wasn't the first time you'd done this, but the timing? Right after... him? It made him feel hollow.

But he told himself that he never cared that you hooked up with other people, even the casual way you talked about them. He'd been fine with it, hadn't he? It wasn't like the two of you were exclusive or anything even remotely close to that. You were casual; he was casual.

Except lately, it wasn't feeling so casual anymore. Not for Yoon-hoo, anyway.

His gaze lingered on your screen, and he caught a glimpse of a new DM—some guy who, at least from the tiny profile picture, looked nothing like him. Not that it surprised him. Most of the guys you talked to were flashy, with sharp cheekbones and smirks that probably melted hearts in seconds. Meanwhile, Yoon-hoo knew he was sweet but… safe. Predictable.

It made him wonder why you even bothered with him in the first place.

He shifted uncomfortably, his brow raising as he read the last text you'd received from someone. "'What are you doing tonight besides me?' Seriously?" he mumbled under his breath, reading one of the pick-up lines he spotted.

What kind of guys were you even entertaining? Each swipe felt like another little crack in the wall he'd been trying to build around his feelings for you.

You didn't even notice how quiet he'd gotten, how his hands had stopped moving through your hair. But he also didn't realize how tightly he was holding you until you shifted, pulling away to sit up. The sudden loss of your warmth made his lap feel uncomfortably cold as he watched you reach for your jacket.

Yoon-hoo recognised this. You were leaving. To meet someone else.

"Wait, you're going already?” he blurted, his voice tinged with desperation as he swung his legs over the side of the bed without thinking. He felt like a fool standing there in just his boxers, watching you pull your things together like this was nothing more than a pit stop for you.

"You can't just… stay here a bit longer?" he asked, his voice a little more pleading than he wanted it to be. He stepped closer, his feet moving on their own, but he still couldn't bring himself to grab your wrist or pull you back.

Yoon-hoo felt so small in that moment, like he didn't even exist to you once the clock hit a certain hour. "It's late," he muttered, fumbling for an excuse now. "Can't you cancel? Just this once?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask, that you weren't even his to keep. But he couldn't help it.

He didn't want you to go. Not to someone else.