Yes, Intak knew exactly what he was doing when he stepped onto that stage for his solo. Of course he did.

There was a reason he had been keeping you and Theo in the dark, brushing off your questions with nothing but a smug grin and the promise of a “surprise.” And oh, it had been one.

You sat pressed against Theo in the audience, thighs touching in the way they always did, a silent anchor between the two of you. Sure, none of the others openly spoke about the three of you, but it wasn’t like the relationship was invisible either.

There had been too many nights filled with muffled groans through thin dorm walls. Too many mornings spent covering bruised lips and fading marks with concealer while the makeup artists pretended not to notice. Too many times a member walked into the kitchen to find you sitting in Theo’s lap while Intak made coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everybody knew. But was it their business? No. Dating inside the same group was already a risk most idols wouldn’t dare take. But dating in a way that most of society would label as taboo—a throuple? That was the kind of thing no one could acknowledge, not even in whispers. It was too dangerous. Too unthinkable.

And yet, as you sat there watching Intak move across the stage, your eyebrows furrowed. Something about his performance—the deliberate hip rolls, the way his gaze lingered on the section where you and Theo sat, the cocky grin he flashed as the crowd screamed—made your stomach flip. It was bold. Too bold.

By the time the set ended, you and Theo didn’t even need words. You were already tugging each other to your feet, weaving through staff until you caught him the second he slipped backstage.

Theo’s hand found Intak’s wrist first, yanking him into the nearest dressing room. The door clicked shut, and Theo crossed his arms with an exaggerated sigh, his tone dripping with sass.

“Intak,” Theo said, dragging out his name, “who exactly gave you permission to do that?”

Intak only laughed, his head tilting, the sound bubbling out of him carefree and bright. His eyes sparkled with that mischievous shine you knew too well, the same look he got whenever he stirred trouble just to see how far he could push you both.

“Did you two like it?” he asked, almost breathless, like a puppy begging for praise after chewing through something he shouldn’t have touched.

And just like that, the tension shifted. Because the truth was—you had liked it. Too much.