Mirae stayed pressed to Seo-yeon, the three of them still tangled on the sofa when Seo-yeon's phone lit up again. The vibration rattled across the makeup table, harsh in the warm quiet, and Joon-ho felt it in his bones like a siren.
Outside the trailer, footsteps passed—too close. They slowed. A pause, the faint drag of a sole on linoleum—someone hovering with their ear to the door.
Joon-ho didn't move at first. He kept one arm around Mirae's waist, the other across Seo-yeon's shoulders. Both women were flushed, breathing hard, and any sudden scramble would turn into a story for the hallway.
Public protocol, he reminded himself.
No reacting.No arguing.No crying where someone can film it.
He reached out slowly and caught the phone before it could rattle itself off the table. The screen painted his knuckles blue. A notification stack. A name he didn't recognize. A preview line that turned his stomach cold.
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