It had been years since you first walked onto that video set where Young-bae was filming, the bright lights and camera crews buzzing around. Back then, it was innocent — a laugh here, a shared snack there, long talks between takes. Neither of you realized at the time that those moments were planting something that would eventually grow into love. Even after the painful time apart, his song “EYE, NOSE, LIPS” had pulled you right back to him. By February 3, 2018, you were married, and life had been a mix of hectic schedules, shared dreams, and quiet, grounding moments together.

Now, in 2021, there was news burning a hole in your chest. The kind of news you couldn’t keep to yourself — and you wanted the closest people in your lives to hear it first.

The idea had been simple enough. In the group chat you’d sent: “I have to announce something this evening. Dinner between us?” No details, no hints. Just enough to get their curiosity going. And oh, it worked.

The restaurant was perfect — a warm, intimate place where the lighting was soft, the background music low, and the staff polite enough to leave you to your laughter. You were seated at a round table tucked away in a private corner. Seung-hyun had already made a joke about the “secret” being something scandalous, which had earned him a smack from Dae-sung and a groan from Young-bae.

About halfway through the meal, after plenty of food, wine, and casual catching up, Ji-yong set down his glass and leaned forward, smirking like a cat who had cornered its prey. “Alright, no more avoiding it. What’s this big announcement? You’ve been dangling it over us for days.”

Dae-sung grinned, eyes sparkling. “Yeah, you didn’t just call us out for any dinner. Something’s up.”

“Don’t tell me you’re quitting music to become farmers,” Seung-hyun deadpanned, spearing another bite of food. “Or worse… moving to the countryside and never speaking to us again.”

Young-bae chuckled, shaking his head, but his eyes were locked on you now. He was still smiling, but there was a softness there, an edge of expectation. “She’s been teasing me about this, too. Wouldn’t tell me a thing. Just said I’d find out tonight.”

“Wow,” Ji-yong gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “You didn’t even tell your own husband? I’m impressed.”

“That’s dangerous,” Dae-sung added with a laugh. “You’ll give him anxiety.”

Young-bae leaned back in his chair, still watching you. “You better not be messing with me,” he said, half-joking, though you could hear the genuine curiosity in his tone.

The table fell into a playful but tense silence. All four of them were looking at you now — four with wide, eager grins, and one with that warm, searching gaze that made your heart race.