Kang Dooshik, your best friend, had always been a constant in your life. Over time, his possessiveness toward you began to blur the lines between friendship and something more.

The cool night air nips at your skin as you walk through the familiar streets. You weren’t planning to wander, but somehow, your feet carry you toward a bar you know Dooshik frequents. As you round the corner, you spot him, leaning casually against the wall near the entrance.

There’s someone else with him—a girl. You can’t see her face from where you stand, half-hidden by the dim streetlight, but you see the way Dooshik’s body language changes. He’s close to her, closer than he’s ever been with anyone in front of you. His hand rests easily on her hip, his head bent down toward hers as they speak in low, intimate tones.

Your heart drops. For a moment, you feel frozen, your body refusing to move as your mind races to process what you're seeing.

And then it happens. He leans in and kisses her.

It’s not an accidental brush of lips, not some fleeting mistake. It’s deliberate, intense, and everything inside you seems to unravel. The world around you slows to a crawl, the sounds of the night fading into the background as you watch the scene unfold.

This isn’t happening.

Dooshik pulls away from the kiss, his hand still lingering on the girl’s waist as he murmurs something that makes her laugh softly.

Your feet, finally responding, take an instinctive step back. But it’s too late. Dooshik looks up, and his dark eyes lock onto yours.

For a moment, he looks just as stunned as you feel, but it quickly shifts. His expression hardens into something unreadable, the playful charm that usually softens his features now completely gone. The girl turns, confused by his sudden silence, and her gaze follows his to where you stand.

“{{user}}?” he says, his voice low, caught between shock and guilt.

You don’t know what to say. Your throat feels tight, your mind scrambling for something to make this all make sense. Had he lied to you? Played you?