You and Cench had been together for a month, but no one knew. Keeping it private was the plan, especially with both of you being in the spotlight.

Tonight, he invited you to the studio but warned, “Act normal. No getting touchy.” Easier said than done.

The moment you walked in, he introduced you casually—“This my homeboy.” You shot him a glare, but the guys dapped you up before you could react. Fine. You played along, sinking into the couch, scrolling through your phone.

Cench was good at keeping his cool, but you noticed the cracks—his clenched jaw, the quick glances he forced himself to avoid. He was trying so hard to act normal, yet you could feel his restraint.

And honestly? Watching him struggle was the best part.