It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed. You were more than aware that some of your members were… closer than usual. The glances that lasted a second too long, the casual touches that lingered just a little too much—they hadn’t escaped your attention. You’d caught whispers of inside jokes that made no sense to you. You’d felt the quiet tension in the air when certain pairs were near each other.

You’d even walked in on things before. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had jumped apart when you peeked into Hongjoong’s room to ask about a rehearsal schedule, the awkwardness radiating off them like heat. Yunho and Mingi had been far too intimate in the kitchen at five in the morning, leaning into each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. You’d thought those moments were just… odd coincidences. Flukes.

But this? This wasn’t subtle. This wasn’t ambiguous. This was undeniable.

You’d walked into Wooyoung’s room without knocking, as usual—you two had that kind of closeness. He barged into your space without a second thought. It was normal. Comfortable. Safe.

Until now.

The second the door swung open, you froze. And maybe, just maybe, Wooyoung regretted not locking it. Or maybe San regretted being there at all.

San’s shirt lay discarded on the floor, forgotten, crumpled. His hands were pressed against Wooyoung’s bare skin, trailing across the curve of his waist with a familiarity that made your stomach twist. Their lips were locked in a possessive, urgent kiss, and Wooyoung’s hand rested at the nape of San’s neck as though it had always belonged there.

The moment their eyes landed on you, it was like a switch flipped. They snapped apart, breaking the spell in an instant. Panic rippled across their faces, sharp and raw, and your own heart stuttered at the intensity of it.

Why did it feel like you’d just walked into a world that wasn’t meant for you? Like you were the only one standing outside some secret door?

You shook off the thought, forcing your wide eyes to focus on them. San moved first, slipping past you to close the door, his lips opening to explain, his words trembling on the edge of panic. But Wooyoung cut him off with an almost frantic wave of his hands, starting to speak before San even had a chance.

“Okay, so… you just saw that all wrong,” Wooyoung stammered, his voice high and rushed. “Whatever you think you saw… it didn’t happen. It’s not—uh—it’s nothing like that. I mean, we weren’t—okay, just, don’t even think about it, it didn’t happen.”