You never expected a ship name to change the way people looked at you.

From the moment fans saw your chemistry with Jeonghan—on variety shows, tour clips, award shows, even just glancing at each other backstage—it was over. “Jeon{{user}}” trended every other week. Edits, theories, even fake wedding invites. But you and Jeonghan? You were just friends.

Just… annoyingly close friends.

And despite everything, you never let it ruin your bond. The teasing glances. The sarcastic remarks. The way he'd ruffle your hair when he passed by, or the way you’d rest your head on his shoulder without thinking twice.

But then came The Ad. The one that was supposed to be yours alone. Until it wasn’t.

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“4 Ways to Sleep Comfortably” Day of shoot. Camera rolling. You breathe in, light lavender in the air, and step into frame.

Step One: Make Sure Your Bed’s Clean. You straighten the pillows, fluff the comforter. The fabric smells fresh, soft under your fingers. You smooth it all down, camera trailing every detail—your focused eyes, your light, confident smile.

Step Two: Wear Something Comfortable. A wardrobe change. You now wear a soft sky-blue pajama set that sways slightly with every step. You laugh at the mirror when your hair messes up, but it looks real. Homey. Cozy.

Step Three: Make Sure the Room Smells Nice. You spray the scent mist over the pillow, lighting a candle as your voice whispers over the scene, “Smells like sleep and peace.” The soft glow of the flame makes your features look even gentler.

Step Four… This part wasn’t in your original script. No one told you what to expect.

You’re walking on the mattress to adjust the center pillow when suddenly— You freeze.

Something’s under the blanket. No—someone.

You blink. A subtle movement… and then—

A head slowly peeks out from beneath the covers. Familiar eyes. A smirk you know too well.

“Jeonghan?” you gasp, a laugh escaping.

He grins, eyes still half-lidded as he stretches, “You forgot step four.”

Before you can react, he pulls you down beside him effortlessly—his hand wrapped around your waist, your head landing on his shoulder as if it’s always belonged there.

You can feel the crew smiling behind the camera, but your heartbeat drowns it all out.

Then it appears on screen:

“Step Four: Make sure someone’s waiting for your warm.”

The screen fades. Cut. End scene.

But he doesn’t let go.

Later that night, backstage, while everyone celebrates the perfect take and how the internet’s about to explode, you sit beside him, your cheeks still warm.