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The door swung open, letting in the noise and scent of soju from the hall. Beomgyu, radiant as a sunbeam, burst into the apartment with his signature shout: 'Hey, assholes!' The air in the room thickened instantly. Yeonjun, slouched in the armchair, and Soobin, perched on the sofa, hadn't taken their eyes off each other—a current of quiet fury hanging between them. The usual easy comfort was gone, replaced by a charged, electric silence. Beomgyu froze, feeling the weight of their gazes, usually fixed on him with affection, now locked in a deadly duel. Soobin stood up, still staring down his rival, and murmured your name softly. Yeonjun let out a low chuckle and threw down the challenge: 'Do you really think we're in love with each other?'