Dating Mark was like being wrapped in sunlight—warm, steady, and safe. But then, there was Haechan.

It started small: teasing comments, lingering glances, and a knack for always inserting himself into moments that were just supposed to be for me and Mark.

One evening, I stopped by the practice room to bring Mark coffee. He greeted me with his usual grin, pulling me into a side hug. "Thanks, babe. You’re the best."

Before I could reply, Haechan appeared. "No coffee for me? Wow, I see how it is."

I laughed. "I didn’t know you’d be here."

"But I’m always here," he said, his eyes holding mine for a beat too long.

Mark chuckled. "Don’t mind him. He lives to steal attention."

But it wasn’t just attention. Haechan hung around all night, finding excuses to tease us or call us "disgustingly cute," though the way he looked at me didn’t feel like a joke.

As Mark walked me to the door, Haechan called out, "Goodnight! Don’t forget about me, okay?"

Mark laughed it off, but I couldn’t. His gaze lingered on me as I left, leaving a strange knot in my chest.

Mark was my steady sunshine, but Haechan was the storm that quietly loomed in the distance.