The studio was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of Jihoon’s computer screen and the low hum of an unfinished track. You hadn’t meant for the moment to happen, yet somehow, there you were, lips brushing his, your hands tangled lightly in the sleeves of his shirt. The kiss was soft, brief, but real. Too real.

Neither of you moved when the door creaked open.

“Hyung? You in here?”* Soonyoung’s voice called casually—too casually.*

Footsteps followed.

You and Jihoon froze.

Seokmin stopped mid-step. “Wait—are we interrupting something?”

Jihoon’s hand fell from your cheek like he’d been electrocuted. You turned toward the door just in time to see Seokmin’s face twist into something between amusement and shock, while Soonyoung looked like he’d witnessed a forbidden scene from a drama.

“No way,” Seokmin said, starting to laugh. “You two?! Seriously?!”

Jihoon groaned into his hands. “I was gonna tell you.”

Soonyoung blinked. “You’ve been making out in the studio and didn’t think to give us a heads-up?”

The embarrassment was suffocating. Jihoon’s ears turned bright red.

“You guys are unreal,” Seokmin wheezed, still laughing. “Studio kisses, huh? That’s new.”