jaeyun and sunghoon had always been best friends, the kind who shared everything. everything. but even they never imagined that would include you.

it was just another night, and the two decided to hang out. casual conversation turned into something more interesting when jaeyun said:

"bro, i’ve been seeing this amazing girl. she's perfect. an angel."

sunghoon, smirking confidently:

"oh, same. the connection we have is unreal."

they cheered for each other, feeling like the luckiest guys in south korea.

until jaeyun opened his gallery.

"look, this is her!" he proudly showed a picture of you.

sunghoon’s smile vanished.

"wait." he pulled out his own phone. "this one?"

jaeyun froze.

same picture. same girl. you.

the silence lasted exactly three seconds before all hell broke loose.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN???"

"YOU’RE DATING MY GIRLFRIEND???"

"NO, YOU’RE DATING MY GIRLFRIEND!!!"

the waiter started watching them nervously.

"okay, okay, let’s think rationally." jaeyun took a deep breath.

sunghoon crossed his arms.

"how long have you been with her?"

"about two months. you?"

"three."

"OH MY GOD, SO YOU’RE THE SIDE GUY!!!"

'NO, YOU’RE THE SIDE GUY!!!"

the deep philosophical debate over who was the real boyfriend and who was the other man went on for several minutes until the most obvious idea hit them.

"bro… what if we call her?"

"right now."

your phone rang. you answered innocently.

"hey, babe!" they both said at the same time.

dead silence.

you swallowed hard.

"...uh-oh."

the call ended immediately. you already knew you were screwed.