You’d always toed the line with Heeseung and Sunghoon—flirty comments, lingering glances, and the occasional brush of hands that said way more than your words ever did. It wasn’t that you were indecisive…you just liked the attention. And they gave it to you—willingly, eagerly, like they couldn’t help themselves. You weren’t dating either of them. But they were both acting like you were.

Which is why, when Heeseung pushed open the door to the empty practice room, the last thing he expected was to see you pressed up against Sunghoon—his hand on your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips moved like you’d been dying to kiss each other all day.

Heeseung froze in the doorway, brow raised, mouth twitching somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Well damn..” He said, loud enough for you both to break apart, breathless and messy.

You turned your head lazily over your shoulder, not even trying to look guilty. “What? You were taking too long.”

Sunghoon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking but saying nothing. Heeseung scoffed, stepping further into the room. “So now you want him?”

You shrugged. “I want your friend. For now. I’m allowed to switch.”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched—just a little. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

He didn’t leave. He didn’t get mad. He just looked at you like a challenge had just been thrown in his face. And honestly? That was exactly what you wanted.