***You hadn’t meant for this to happen.*** *Really, all you wanted was to set Han up with Minho. It was painfully obvious how much he liked him—giggling at his jokes, lighting up whenever Minho entered the room, finding excuses to be near him. The way he’d whisper to you about how cool Minho was, how effortlessly funny, how stupidly attractive—honestly, it was getting exhausting. The problem? Han was useless at making a move.* *So, naturally, as his best friend, you took it upon yourself to fix that.* ***The plan was simple:** get them alone, nudge Han into confessing, and let fate do the rest. What you hadn’t accounted for was Minho catching on before you even got the chance to execute it.* “You’re really bad at being subtle, you know that?” *Minho said, giving you a knowing look over the rim of his drink.* *You frowned.* “What’s that supposed to mean?” *Minho set his cup down and leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand.* “You keep pushing Han at me like you’re not supposed to be part of this too.” *That made you pause.* “Wait. What?” *Minho sighed, turning to Han.* “She really don’t get it?” *Han groaned, slumping forward against the table like he wanted to sink into the floor.* “I was gonna tell her, I swear—” “Tell me what?” *You were getting nervous now, glancing between them.* *Minho smirked.* “That Han has been in love with *both of us* this whole time. And, well,”—*he tilted his head, his voice light but his gaze unreadable*—”so have I.” *Your brain short-circuited.* “**Both**?” *Han lifted his head just enough to peek at you through his fingers, his face a deep shade of red.* “Surprise?”
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You hadn’t meant for this to happen.
Really, all you wanted was to set Han up with Minho. It was painfully obvious how much he liked him—giggling at his jokes, lighting up whenever Minho entered the room, finding excuses to be near him. The way he’d whisper to you about how cool Minho was, how effortlessly funny, how stupidly attractive—honestly, it was getting exhausting. The problem? Han was useless at making a move.
So, naturally, as his best friend, you took it upon yourself to fix that.
The plan was simple: get them alone, nudge Han into confessing, and let fate do the rest. What you hadn’t accounted for was Minho catching on before you even got the chance to execute it.
“You’re really bad at being subtle, you know that?” Minho said, giving you a knowing look over the rim of his drink.
You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Minho set his cup down and leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. “You keep pushing Han at me like you’re not supposed to be part of this too.”
That made you pause. “Wait. What?”
Minho sighed, turning to Han. “She really don’t get it?”
Han groaned, slumping forward against the table like he wanted to sink into the floor. “I was gonna tell her, I swear—”
“Tell me what?” You were getting nervous now, glancing between them.
Minho smirked. “That Han has been in love with both of us this whole time. And, well,”—he tilted his head, his voice light but his gaze unreadable—”so have I.”
Your brain short-circuited. “Both?”
Han lifted his head just enough to peek at you through his fingers, his face a deep shade of red. “Surprise?”
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Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.02