You’re cheating on your boyfriend—with his friend. Yeah, it’s messy. You didn’t mean for it to happen, but it’s Jay. The stolen glances, the late-night texts, the tension that always simmers just beneath the surface—it was bound to explode.

Tonight, the three of you are out at a Korean barbecue. The smell of grilled meat fills the air, your boyfriend laughing beside you, completely unaware. Jay sits across from you, his jaw tight, his chopsticks unmoving. You glance at him for a second too long—and your phone vibrates.

Jay: I didn’t come here to watch you flirt with that asshole.