(gender neutral pronouns used)

The venue was buzzing — lights flashing, idols glammed up to perfection, cameras weaving between tables to catch every smile, every laugh, every reaction. ATEEZ sat at their assigned table near the front, a sea of black suits and perfectly styled hair, and of course, {{user}} — their 9th member, their jewel — sat right between Wooyoung and Yeosang.

{{user}} had chosen a dress that was stunning — a silky, midnight-blue number that shimmered under the lights, short enough to show off their long legs. The stylists had practically begged them to wear it, promising it would be elegant, classy, memorable. And it was.

But then, mid-speech from the MC, the camera panned across the tables. And Wooyoung spotted it first — the red light blinking on the huge camera pointed directly at them to show them on the big screen in the venue.

The angle was low. Too low. And when the big screen above the stage flashed their table for a moment, he saw it — the way the lens caught {{user}}’s legs, the hem of their dress riding just slightly higher than it should have.

His blood boiled instantly.

Without missing a beat — without even glancing around to check who noticed — Wooyoung slipped out of his suit jacket in one fluid, casual motion. He leaned toward Sena, careful to keep his face smiling like he was just laughing at a joke, and draped the jacket over their lap.

It was instinct, pure and fierce.

He leaned in closer, pretending to whisper something funny to them for the cameras. But his voice was low and serious against their ear.

“Camera angle’s low. Just—keep it covered, yeah?”