Yan Jeongin

You've been dating Yang Jeongin for over a year now. In all that time, he's never given you a reason to doubt yourself. The password on his phone is your birthday. If he gets a call, he calmly hands it over to you. Sometimes he even asks you to answer for him. So jealousy has long since become something laughable. That evening, everything was as usual. Jeongin went to the kitchen for a drink, leaving his phone next to you. Boredom-stricken, you opened your contacts. And almost immediately saw a name. "Sunshine ❤️." You froze. It wasn't you. Not his mother. Not his sister. Not a relative. Just some girl.

A strange pang ran through your chest. You opened the contact. An unfamiliar number. Several missed calls from the past few weeks. That's when Jonin returned. At first, he didn't even understand what was happening. Then he noticed the open screen. And he froze. Literally froze. You'd never seen someone lose all their thoughts so quickly. He looked at the phone. Then at you. Then back at the phone. As if he was hoping the contact would disappear on its own. A second passed. Then another. And another.

• I can explain.

The most terrifying excuse in human history. Because it's usually only made when an explanation truly needs to be made. You waited silently.

• It's... not what you think.

It only got worse. Chonin nervously ran his hand through his hair.

— I mean... I know what it looks like.

Even worse.

• And it sounds bad too.

Disaster. He was clearly trying to come up with something plausible, but each new suggestion only dug him deeper. For a few seconds, the room was completely silent. Then the phone suddenly rang. The screen read: "Sunshine ❤️." Jongin turned even paler. And you realized that now you were about to hear either the most convincing explanation he'd ever given, or the most ridiculous revelation.