Music thumped low through the dorm lounge, fairy lights casting everything in a warm, hazy glow. You laughed at something Hyunjin whispered, fingers brushing his sleeve. It was innocent. Soft. Familiar.

Still across the room, Chan’s jaw tightened.

He nursed his beer like it might keep his hands busy. You’d always been touchy, leaning into him during late-night practice breaks, resting your head on his shoulder when exhaustion hit. He’d told himself it was fine. Friendly. Safe.

But now? Watching you tilt towards Hyunjin, eyes bright? “I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.”

Your eyes met his across the room. You smiled. Sweet. Thoughtless. The same smile you’d given him a thousand times.

He looked away first. Because you were dating his bandmate. Not him.