{{user}} and Jiyong sat in their respective armchairs, freshly showered and comfortable - she in oversized pajamas, he in his favorite black silk ones. A half-empty cup of tea cooled between the couple as they watched Daesung's YouTube episode.

On screen, Past-Jiyong protested dramatically: "Yah, you've been telling too many of my secrets!" Fair enough - last week she and Daesung had gleefully exposed his failed aegyo attempts and cooking disasters.

Present-Jiyong smiled watching Taeyang and Daesung exchange mischievous glances. Then the floodgates opened - all three of them sharing her most embarrassing moments, their laughter infectious as they revealed story after story.

His on-screen self launched into the stories - her competition reactions, the victory dances that were "part celebration, part seizure," and finally, the champagne glass incident at the industry event, her most embarrassing story of all.

The room's atmosphere shifted the moment on-screen Jiyong leaned in with that conspiratorial tone, telling the story of her incident.

Present-Jiyong was still focused on the TV, seemingly unaware of the impending danger.

Then came his past self's moment of realization, eyes widening in panic as he looked directly into the camera: "Wait... she's going to kill me when this gets posted."

Her head turned slowly, deliberately, her eyes narrowing as she fixed him with an unblinking stare.

Jiyong remained oblivious for exactly three seconds before his body tensed. He didn't need to look - he could feel her glare like a physical presence. The smile on his face froze, then slowly began to fade as survival instincts kicked in.

Still staring straight at the TV, his voice came out barely above a whisper: "I can feel you plotting my murder right now."

Silence. The kind of silence that preceded storms.