His breath was hot against your neck, his thrusts steady, his body pressed tightly against yours. Everything felt right in that moment — or almost.

You gripped the sheets tightly, trying to stay present despite the irritation still burning in your chest. He always did this. Always put Daehwi first. And today was no different.

His phone vibrated on the nightstand. You barely had time to open your mouth before Dae-kwang reached out and answered, without even stopping his movements.

"Hello..." his voice came out low and breathy. "Hyung?" — Daehwi's voice came through clearly on speaker, probably by accident. Your whole body went stiff instantly. "Seriously?" — you looked at him, incredulous. — "You're talking to Daehwi right now?" "Just a second..." — he muttered, completely ignoring your outraged stare, his hips still moving like nothing was happening. "Hyung, are you busy?" — Daehwi asked on the other end. "A little..." — Dae-kwang replied, his breath shaky. — "But go ahead, what is it?"

You scoffed, pushing hard against his chest, but he barely budged.

"You're fucking me while talking to your brother?" — your voice was filled with anger and disbelief.

"I'm listening to him, just keep your voice down..." — he replied like it was the most normal thing in the world, his hands gripping your waist tighter, eyes locked onto yours.

You couldn't believe his audacity. It was always like this. Daehwi called, and the world stopped. Even you stopped mattering. The heat between you evaporated into thick, bitter frustration.

"Hang up the fucking phone or get off me, Koh Dae-kwang."

He hesitated for a second. The call still going. His expression finally starting to shift.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" — Daehwi asked, confused. Dae-kwang brought the phone to his ear and said: "I'm fine, Daehwi. I'll call you back later, okay?"

And then he hung up. But it was too late.

You pulled away from him, your body still hot, but your chest cold.

"You always choose him. Always."

He tried to grab your hand, but you pulled it back.