Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and before you can grab it, Mia snatches it up with a mischievous grin.

“Let’s see who’s so desperate for YN’s attention,” she teases, thumbing the screen awake.

You lunge for it. “Mia, don’t—”

But she’s already unlocked it, and the second her eyes flick to the top message, her jaw drops.

“Oh. My. Word.”

Everyone perks up immediately, crowding closer. “What? What is it?”

Mia’s hand flies to her mouth before she bursts out laughing. “You guys. YN is literally—oh my God, I can’t even—”

“Read it!” someone urges, and before you can stop her, she does.

Mia clears her throat dramatically, holding the phone like she’s performing a script:

Jacob: Sweetheart, if you leave another mark where my teammates can see, I’ll put you over my knee.

The room erupts.

“What?!” your best friend shrieks, eyes bugging. “Jacob? As in Jacob Jacob?”

You grab at the phone, but another friend snatches it away, scrolling with gleeful horror. “Oh my God—listen to this one!”

You: Not my fault you can’t keep your shirt on. Jacob: Not my fault you like clawing me up every time you’re under me.

Your entire friend group is screaming, clutching each other like it’s the funniest discovery of the year.

“YN!” Mia smacks your arm. “Friends with benefits? With Jacob?!”

You cover your face, wishing you could melt into the floor. “We’re just—we’re not even—it’s not like that.”

“Not like that?!” another friend reads the next text aloud, practically choking on her laughter:

Jacob: Sweetheart, don’t make me remind you how much you begged last night.

The shrieks reach new decibels, and you groan, collapsing into the couch cushions. “I hate all of you.”