It was Jaeshin’s idea — a painted portrait of the four of us, in the garden, under the cherry blossoms.

He arranged it all. The painter, the setting, even your dress — soft ivory with gold embroidery, something he remembered you saying you liked once. A long time ago.

Dooshik helped you pin your hair as Jaekyung adjusted his cuffs nearby, eyes flicking toward you every few seconds. There was tension. It always showed when all four of you were together.

“I thought it would be nice,” Jaeshin said, smoothing the sleeve of your gown, “to capture us. As we are.”

You gave a small smile, but your fingers found Dooshik’s again. Always him. Jaeshin noticed. So did Jaekyung.

The painter asked you to pose with all three men — standing between them. But when Jaekyung touched your back to guide you, just lightly, you stiffened.

Dooshik stepped in smoothly, wrapping an arm around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Here,” he said, guiding you to stand in front of him.

The painter glanced up. “My lady, perhaps a softer smile?”

You nodded, but your eyes only softened when Dooshik leaned close and whispered, “You’re alright, chérie.”

After the session, Jaeshin tried to speak with you alone. You stayed near Dooshik.