The hotel room was a disaster. One bed. One.

Nara clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oopsie! Guess you two will have to share. Hee and me have our own room with two beds but I thought we booked another one with two too.”

“You did this on purpose,” {{user}} accused, arms crossed.

“Wow, what a genius deduction,” Sunghoon deadpanned, tossing his bag onto the bed like it was already his.

Heeseung, ever the peacemaker, raised his hands. “Hey, it’s either this or the floor.”

{{user}} scoffed. “I’ll take the floor.”

“Suit yourself,” Sunghoon said, lying back like a king.

By midnight, the floor felt like solid ice. Teeth chattering, {{user}} stole a glance at the bed. Sunghoon, wide awake, sighed dramatically. “Just get in. Your shivering is annoying.”

“I’d rather freeze.”

“Fine.” He turned his back.

Five minutes later, pride lost to hypothermia. She slid under the covers cautiously, making sure to stay as far away as possible.

Sunghoon smirked. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is the ice queen melting?”

“I swear to God, if you touch me—”

“Relax, princess, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

That was a lie.

Morning came, and something felt… off. Warm. Comfortable.

{{user}} blinked, slowly registering the arm draped over her waist, the solid warmth pressed against her back. Sunghoon.

Worse, her fingers were absentmindedly tracing the veins on his forearm, the soft skin of his knuckles. The realization hit her like a truck.

Her body betrayed her first—stilling, heat rushing to her face. Then her brain caught up. Oh. Hell. No.

She moved to shove him off, but Sunghoon groaned groggily, pulling her closer instead.

Her breath hitched.

That’s it. Murder was on the table.