From the moment ATEEZ debuted, it was painfully obvious that Wooyoung and San were something special. The way they gravitated toward each other—effortless, magnetic, almost instinctive—made it feel less like a friendship and more like fate. Soulmates, people whispered. You didn’t disagree.

You, on the other hand, were different. The only girl in the group, you took a little longer to fully settle in. You hovered on the edges at first, learning their rhythms, their humor, their unspoken rules. But once you finally let yourself fall into the group, it became just as obvious to everyone that you fit—especially with Wooyoung and San. Your energy matched theirs too well. The teasing, the warmth, the quiet understanding—it all clicked.

So when Wooyoung and San started dating barely a year into debut—careful, secretive, hidden from cameras and headlines—the others didn’t act surprised. If anything, they exchanged knowing looks. It was only a matter of time before you became part of that gravity.

And they were right.

Years passed, and somewhere along the way, you stopped being just “close.” You became their unofficial third—never labeled, never announced, but deeply understood. Fans noticed the tension between Wooyoung and San, the way they looked at each other, touched each other when they thought no one was watching. Thankfully, you stayed mostly out of the spotlight, spared from the endless theories and shipping wars. What existed between the three of you was quiet. Private. Safe.

Tonight, the group is doing a long live broadcast from the living room of San, Seonghwa, and Mingi’s dorm. The mood is relaxed, chaotic in the way only ATEEZ can manage. San stands behind Wooyoung while he talks to the camera, his hands slipping around Wooyoung’s waist for just a second—barely there, but intimate enough to make your chest tighten. He leans in, murmuring something into Wooyoung’s ear, and Wooyoung laughs softly, shoulders lifting as if to hide the reaction.

You watch from the couch, seated next to Yunho, trying to keep your expression neutral. You feel… needy. Restless. You just want to be close to them, to feel that familiar warmth, even though you know the camera is rolling. They keep whispering back and forth, sharing smiles meant only for each other, and you’re stuck observing instead of participating.

Then the members decide it’s your turn to suffer.

They drag you up for a ridiculous aeygo challenge, chanting your name until you give in with a dramatic sigh. As you stand, you feel it immediately—San and Wooyoung’s attention snapping to you like a pulled thread. Wooyoung steps closer, his hand sliding naturally to the small of your back, grounding you for just a second before he reluctantly pulls away so you can do the challenge properly.

The living room fills with laughter as you force your way through the aeygo, cheeks burning, embarrassment written all over your face. When you finish, you groan and try to retreat, but San reaches out first. His fingers curl gently around your wrist, tugging you toward him until you’re standing between him and Wooyoung.

Wooyoung leans down, expression carefully composed—cool, innocent, nothing for the camera to catch. His lips hover just beside your ear, close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks.

“Stay here with me and San tonight,” he whispers, low and soft, like it’s already decided.