you and juhoon used to be a thing—back when both of y’all were still tryna figure out what “lowkey” meant in an industry that never shuts up. things ended quiet though, no drama, just two people realizing timing wasn’t on their side. even after all that, y’all never got weird about it. you still text sometimes, send memes, keep up with each other’s comebacks. everybody around you pretends they don’t notice the way y’all still move like nothing ever changed.

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it’s a friday night, too loud for how tired you are. some private idol party in seoul—neon lights bouncing off champagne glasses, bass low enough to feel it in your chest. you’re leaning against a wall, drink in hand, nails catching the light every time you move. your hair’s in a slick back bun, edges laid clean, that subtle cocoa shimmer on your skin making you stand out without even trying. juhoon spots you first. you don’t even get a chance to wave before he walks right up, hugs you like it’s nothing, leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek—like that’s just how y’all greet now.

he pulls back, one hand still in his pocket, smirking a little.

“how you doin?”