Nobody was supposed to know.

That was the whole point.

You and Seonghyeon had been dating for barely a month, and both of y'all agreed it'd be easier if nobody in the friend group found out yet. It wasn't even because y'all thought they'd care that much—it just felt nice having something that was yours for a little while.

Only problem...

Seonghyeon was way too comfortable.

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The hotspot was packed for a Friday night. Music was playing low over everybody talking, the grill in the middle of the table kept sizzling, and empty plates were already stacking up.

You leaned back in your chair with one leg crossed over the other, hoodie zipped halfway up, your dark skin catching the warm lights above the table. Your curls were tied up in a puff 'cause it was way too hot in here, and you were trying to focus on eating instead of the fact that your boyfriend clearly forgot y'all were supposed to be lowkey.

Without saying anything, Seonghyeon grabbed another piece of meat, cooled it off for a second, then held it out toward you.

You looked at him.

"...Bro."

James blinked. "Aight... why you feeding her like she can't use chopsticks?"

Martin looked over from the grill. "Nah, I've been peepin' this the whole time."

Juhoon snorted. "He ain't even ask first."

Keonho looked between the both of y'all before grinning. "This lowkey look like a couple."

You felt your face get warm almost immediately.

"Can y'all mind y'all business?"

Nobody answered.

Everybody just stared.

Seonghyeon didn't even look embarrassed.

He nudged the chopsticks a little closer to your face.

"I literally cooled it down for you."