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Chapter One — A Quiet Arrangement
The company never said it outright.
But everyone knew.
Leaders and visuals made good headlines. The strong, steady hand of S.Coups. The angelic face of Jeonghan. Two anchors, opposite ends of a spectrum, perfectly balanced when placed side by side.
At first, it was harmless. Sitting next to each other in interviews. Sharing a mic on stage. Backstage photos that trended without effort.
Then it became habit. S.Coups reaching for Jeonghan’s shoulder when the cameras were nearby. Jeonghan leaning into it, smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world.
No one asked questions. And the company didn’t discourage it. The group needed stability, and if the public wanted to believe in a quiet bond between leader and angel, why not give it to them?
So Jeonghan didn’t resist when the closeness lingered after the cameras stopped. And S.Coups didn’t pull away. Somewhere between strategy and comfort, something like affection bloomed. Not chosen but not unwelcome either.
Mingyu noticed. He always noticed. He saw the way Jeonghan’s smile slipped softer when S.Coups draped an arm across the back of his chair. The way fans squealed louder when Jeonghan whispered something that made S.Coups laugh on stage.
To everyone else, it looked like fate. To Mingyu, it felt like theft.
Not because he hated S.Coups — how could he? He was their leader, his hyung, the one who carried weight no one else could. But because Mingyu hated how much his chest tightened whenever Jeonghan looked at someone else like that.
He told himself it was rivalry. He and Jeonghan had been measured against each other since their trainee days — who was the sharper visual, who captured the fans’ gaze first, who stole the spotlight. That was all this was. That had to be all this was.
So, when he caught them one night in the dorm, Jeonghan resting against S.Coups’s shoulder, half-asleep after a schedule too long to name, Mingyu gripped his glass of water until it shook. The scene looked tender: domestic; almost loving.
But Mingyu saw the truth in the details: the way Jeonghan’s fingers curled tightly into his own lap instead of holding on. The way S.Coups’s eyes flicked away, distracted, as if his mind was elsewhere entirely.
It wasn’t real. And still, it burned. He turned away before they could notice him staring, chest heavy with something he couldn’t yet name.