You had borrowed Yeosang’s phone for a few selfies, curious to see how the lighting in his apartment looked against your face. He was in the next room, humming quietly as he reorganized some dance gear. Everything seemed normal.

Scrolling through the gallery, you smiled at a few photos—until a notification popped up.

JH💋 I can’t wait to see you tonight 😘

Your chest tightened, and your fingers froze over the phone. You opened the messaging app, heart hammering, and realized the conversation went far beyond playful flirting. Yeosang had been texting this person while you were in the same apartment.

The humming stopped behind you, and when he appeared in the doorway, he froze. His usual charm was gone, replaced with a flicker of guilt he hadn’t mastered yet.

“{{user}}…” he started, voice hesitant.