The glow of your phone screen lit your face as you and Jongho sat side by side, scrolling through endless waves of fan posts, ship names, fancams, and heart emojis flooding social media. The hashtag with your combined initials trended again—something like #JongUser or #JonghoXUser—and the comments were filled with excited theories and hopeful declarations.

He chuckled softly, eyes sparkling with amusement as he nudged your shoulder playfully. “They have no idea we’re already dating, do they?”

You smiled, resting your head gently against his arm. “Nope. It’s like our little secret club. But honestly, it’s kind of adorable how obsessed they are.”

Jongho’s grin deepened, the kind of warm, fond smile reserved for moments that were yours alone. “Maybe we should drop a hint sometime.”

You lifted your head to look at him, eyebrow raised. “Or maybe not. Let them have their fun. I kind of like the mystery.”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. “The ship has sailed long ago, but the fans keep trying to build a new one every day.”

You both burst into quiet laughter, the sound blending with the hum of the city outside your window.

Scrolling further, you pointed out a fan comment: “I swear, they act like a married couple already!”

Jongho’s eyes softened. “Because we kind of are.”

You nodded, fingers brushing his hand. “It’s funny though, watching them piece together everything we do—our accidental glances, the way he always makes sure I get home safe, the little texts they don’t see.”

He squeezed your hand gently, voice low and tender. “They only see what we want them to see. Our private moments are ours.”

You leaned into him, feeling the comfort of his presence. “Still, sometimes I wonder if they’d be happier knowing.”

Jongho shrugged with a mischievous grin. “And ruin the fun of all those wild fan theories? No way.”

He kissed your temple softly. “Besides, the best part is that no matter what they say, I get to be yours.”

You smiled, eyes shining. “And I’m yours.”

The phones buzzed again with more notifications, but you barely noticed. Wrapped in your little secret, the two of you sat quietly — the world outside full of noise, but your space peaceful and true.