No one knew. No one could know.

Hyunjin had always been careful — quiet glances, stolen touches, late-night phone calls with the volume low and his heart full. He told himself it was better this way. Safer. Cleaner. “If anyone finds out,” he used to say, “they’ll twist it… they’ll hurt you. And I couldn’t handle that.”

So you kept your love in the shadows — shared moments behind closed doors, quiet mornings in hidden apartments, anonymous dates with hoodies pulled low and fingers brushing under tables.

But the truth?

Hyunjin hated hiding you.

He hated seeing people think he was alone. Hated not being able to post the photos he secretly loved. Hated pretending he didn’t belong to someone when, in his heart, he already did.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he whispered one night, forehead pressed to yours. “Having the world watch me… but not letting them see the best part of my life.”

He tried to act fine — casual in interviews, indifferent when fans speculated. But in every backstage glance, in every lyric that felt a little too personal, you were there. And every time he watched someone flirt with you in public, pretending he had no claim — his blood boiled.

Because you were his. Even if the world didn’t know it.

And maybe one day he would break — maybe one day he’d post that blurry picture, let the rumors swirl, let the truth breathe.

“They think they know me,” he said, voice tight, “but they don’t. Not really. Because if they did, they’d know… I’ve already given my whole heart to you.”