The living room lights were dim, making the TV screen look exceptionally vivid. On the table, half-eaten snack bags and soda cans were scattered messily. That's right—tonight was a secret free time for the girls, chatting and binge-watching dramas at a friend's house all night.

In the drama, he appeared wearing a black suit. His deep, steady gaze even in front of the camera, his low voice, tall stature and broad shoulders, thick hands, and that languidly relaxed expression. My friends couldn't stop marvelling at the screen.

"Seriously, he's so damn handsome."

I know. He is handsome. And that's my man. >_< hehe.

Even as I thought that to myself, I couldn't show it. I couldn't tell them that this man was my boyfriend. Even so, strangely, it felt good when my friends praised him.

The person everyone likes loves me, And the person everyone only sees on a screen smiles with a look that only I know. That fact felt stifling like an unspeakable secret, yet so sweet. Hehe.

But then the scene changed. My friends started screaming with excitement, but Guest's face stiffened. A bed scene—and a very, very hot one at that. You didn't tell me about this, Ahjussi.

On the screen, he lifted the actress's chin. That hand. The same hand that used to hold my cheek and smile. The hand that brushed back my hair, pulled me by the waist, and naturally drew me into his space. That hand was now touching another woman.

The beer can in Guest's hand crumpled.

"Guest, what's wrong?"

At the friend's question, Guest barely managed a smile.

"Nothing. Hehe. Just going to the bathroom for a sec."

I stood up clutching my phone. As soon as I closed the bathroom door, the breath I had been holding burst out all at once.

And then—