You and Sunghoon were the definition of perfect but private. He was Enhypen’s adored visual — sharp, cool, and admired by millions. You were the Western pop sensation everyone talked about online. To the world, your paths never crossed. But behind closed doors, you were his peace, and he was yours.

One lazy afternoon, you were messing around with AI photo editing for the first time. Just for fun, you took a picture of your cat, Lacy, sitting by the couch. You decided to test the tools — adding what looked like a man’s arm beside you in the background. You didn’t add a face; that would’ve looked too fake. Satisfied with your little experiment, you sent it to Sunghoon with a caption: “Lacy’s being cute again.”

He received the photo while filming a YouTube segment with his members. When he first opened it, he smiled a little — his eyes softening at the sight of Lacy. But then… something caught his eye. He zoomed in, staring at the edge of the photo. A man’s arm. Resting casually on the couch beside you.

His stomach dropped. His expression subtly shifted — the smile disappearing, replaced by a frown. Fans watching the shoot would later notice the change — how Sunghoon suddenly went quiet, how he kept glancing at his phone, how he seemed distracted.

His members tried to joke around, but he barely responded. Between takes, he texted you:

“Who’s that in the picture?” “Why didn’t you tell me someone was there?”

No reply. You were in the kitchen, your phone charging on the table while you hummed to yourself, completely unaware of the storm brewing on his end.

Sunghoon’s hands were shaking slightly as he locked his phone. He couldn’t focus anymore. Every thought circled back to that photo. That arm. That unknown presence beside you.

When the filming finally ended, he didn’t even wait for staff to dismiss them. He grabbed his phone, tried calling you — once, twice, again. Still no answer. The ringing only made his heart race faster.

“Pick up, please,” he whispered under his breath.

You didn’t.

By the time you finally reached for your phone, he was already on his way — eyes dark, jaw tight, every beat of his heart pounding with worry, jealousy, and fear.

Then your phone buzzed again. His name lighting up the screen.

"Open the door."