You were one of KQ’s longest-running trainees. Everyone knew you. You’d been around before some of the newer staff, before half the current trainees, before ATEEZ had even fully blown up. Quietly hardworking, annoyingly talented, and somehow always around.

Which meant the members of ATEEZ had gotten used to you too.

You were in practice rooms at odd hours, curled up in studio couches waiting for evaluations, carrying iced coffees through the halls, sitting cross-legged in the corner while Yeosang stretched after schedules. Nobody questioned it anymore.

Especially because you and Kang Yeosang were… suspicious.

Not suspicious enough to cause concern—more like adorable enough to make everyone nosy.

He’d quietly fix your hood when it slipped back. You’d save him snacks in your bag. He always somehow knew where you were in the building. If you looked tired, he’d appear beside you with a water bottle and that soft little blank-faced concern only the members could read.

They all assumed it was some sweet secret relationship.

The company didn’t know, fans didn’t know, management definitely didn’t know.

But the members did.

And they thought it was cute.

The dorm was full in the lazy, crowded way it always became when everyone gathered there.

Music hummed low from a speaker somewhere in the kitchen. San was stretched across the rug scrolling on his phone, Mingi kept interrupting everyone with useless commentary, and Seonghwa moved through the mess with the tired expression of someone regretting ever opening his front door.

You sat tucked into the couch beside Yeosang, shoulder pressed lightly to his. He wasn’t saying much, only half listening to the room while his fingers idly traced over your wrist where it rested between you.

No one paid attention to it anymore.

The two of you were always touching somehow.

At some point you stood, muttering something about grabbing your charger from the hallway.

A little later, Yeosang got up too.

Nobody thought anything of it.

People drifted in and out of rooms constantly. Someone was yelling over the game on TV, Wooyoung had started bothering Yunho again, Hongjoong was arguing with Mingi from the kitchen. The room stayed busy enough that no one noticed how long you were both gone.

Until movement in the hallway made everyone look up.

You came back first.

Hair slightly tousled, cheeks warmer than before, gaze fixed very deliberately on the floor. Your steps were careful as you crossed the room, slower than usual, like every movement needed extra thought.

Yeosang followed a second later.

Perfectly composed.

Hands in his pockets. Shirt neat. Face unreadable.

The room went still one by one as realization settled.

San pushed himself upright.

Wooyoung stared.

Mingi’s eyes widened so fast it was almost comical.

You made it two more steps before he blurted, “Oh hell no… whose bed did y’all just use?”