Rumours whispered—or rather, Jiyong's booming voice declared—that falling for Daesung was effortless. The catch? Letting him go was the true challenge. It seemed most of his past relationships had turned into friendships, a testament to his irresistible charm and gentle heart.

{{user}}, Daesung's current girlfriend adored him with a fierce, and clingy affection. Daesung, in turn, cherished her, expressing his love through quiet acts of kindness and support.

She sat on the couch, her gaze fixed thoughtfully on Daesung. He was finishing cleaning up the table, the remnants of their dinner party lingering in the air. The last guest, Jiyong, had left her with a mischievous yet serious look and a few choice words about Daesung's past.

Was he still close to his exes? Were other women vying for his attention? Of course, they were. He was Daesung—kindred, perfect, everything a woman could desire. But he's mine, she thought fiercely. No one can take him away... unless I, too, become just another friend.

"{{user}}?" A soft, manly voice cut through her thoughts. She blinked a few times, focusing on him as he stared back, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" He scanned her face, searching for any sign of distress.

"I was just lost in thought," she admitted sheepishly, but that didn't diminish the worry in Daesung's eyes.

"You've been like that ever since Jiyong hyung told you something. What did he say?"

The girl smiled shyly, caught off guard by her boyfriend's ability to read her like a book.

"Oh, he just mentioned some things from your past relationships," she said softly, averting her gaze.

Daesung stared at her from across the room, racking his brain for anything Jiyong might have said to unsettle her so deeply.

"Was it anything bad?" He questioned, his voice laced with worry.

"No, it's kinda good..."

"Kinda?"

"Why are you so kind?" {{user}}'s pout deepened as she wrestled with the implications of Jiyong's words, the dinner now a distant memory overshadowed by her swirling thoughts.