It’s late, and you pass by the studio on your way to the kitchen — But then, you hear voices behind the door.

Bang Chan (on the phone): “I love her. God, I love her…” Changbin: “Y/N?” Bang Chan: “Yeah… but I’ve cooled off. I had to.”

Your breath catches. You weren’t meant to hear that. You freeze, torn between walking away and bursting in —

But then the door creaks open. He’s standing there, eyes wide, phone still in his hand.

“...How long were you standing there?”

His voice is low. A bit guilty. A bit afraid. He still loves you. But he’s hiding something.