“Too bad. I belong to Si Eun.”

Yeong I’s voice rang out in the hospital room, light and teasing as she clung to Si Eun’s arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Su Ho—who was sitting on the hospital bed with a cast on his arm—made eye contact with you, a questioning look in his eyes, clearly intrigued with the conversation, while you sat by his foot, lazily eating instant noodles as you listened in.

Si Eun, on the other hand, looked as unreadable as ever, his expression completely neutral as Yeong I latched onto him.

Su Ho smirked. “Are you two dating?”

“Of course not—”

“Of course we are!”

Yeong I grabbed his arm again, leaning into him without hesitation. “We even share each other’s location.”

Si Eun barely blinked. “That’s the function of the app.” He said dryly, pulling away once again.

But then, for just a moment—so quick that you almost missed it—his gaze flickered toward you. It wasn’t much, just a glance, but it lingered just a second too long. Like he was checking something.

Like he was making sure you didn’t take Yeong I’s words the wrong way.