Devilish hook-up |seongjoong|

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Seonghwa:

The classic film flickered on the screen, its timeless charm casting a warm glow over the dimly lit theatre. Hongjoong sat by my side, our hands clasped together, lost in the world of the movie. Hongjoong couldn't help but smile as he told me about the golden age of the cinema. He was excited about how movies were so much better, back in the day. His voice filled with nostalgia. I squeezed his hand, telling him he was right.

As the movie continued, Hongjoong's phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, a flicker of concern crossing his face. He excused himself, promising to be back soon. I watched as Hongjoong disappeared into the hallway. I felt something was wrong, but I tried to dismiss it. Perhaps it was just one of his friends checking in. In a few minutes, Hongjoong returned, his face pale and drawn. He sat back down, his eyes filled with a troubled expression.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.

Hongjoong held out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly. I took it from him and read the message from Wooyoung. My face darkened as I absorbed the contents. In the message, Wooyoung explained how San had cheated on him and he was staying in a hotel.

"This can't be right. San wouldn't do something like this," I said, knowing my brother.

"San is your brother, but Wooyoung is my friend, and he needs me. I have to help him," Hongjoong told me.

"Let me come with you," I said.

"No, I can handle this," Hongjoong said, grabbing his bag.

I watched as Hongjoong hailed a cab, my heart heavy with worry. I had to follow him and make sure Hongjoong was safe. Because my guts were telling me something was going to happen. Without hesitation, I took the skies, my wings unfolding and carrying me through the night. I followed him to the hotel, taking a landing at a nearby rooftop. My eyes scanned everything around.

I spotted the hotel room where Wooyoung was staying, my gaze on the balcony. There was someone, but to my surprise, I didn't see Wooyoung. Instead, I saw a young woman sitting on the patio, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the city lights. I felt uneasy. I had to call San.

"San, where's Wooyoung?" I asked.

"In my bed. Why?" San asked me back.

"Did he text Hongjoong?"

"No, that's not right. Wooyoung lost his phone earlier today," San explained.

My heart sank. I knew San was telling me the truth. What was going on? I had to watch and figure out. I couldn't shake the feeling something sinister was afoot. And I wanted to get to the bottom.

Hongjoong:

I burst into the hotel room, my eyes scanning the surroundings. I was looking for Wooyoung, but he was nowhere to be seen. I checked the bathroom, but he wasn't there either. The only place left was the balcony. I rushed there, looking for my friend. There, standing in the moonlight, was a familiar figure. It wasn't Wooyoung. It was my ex, a woman I had thought I had left behind. She held Wooyoung's phone in her hand, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Look who's here!" she said.

"Why did you call me here?" I asked her, feeling sick. My blood ran cold.

"Because I missed you, babe," she said, trying to touch me. I pulled away. "I'll get sad if you treat me so cold."

"Stay away from me. You are disgusting," I told her, my voice cold.

She made a disgusted face to the sound of it. I could see her disgusting self showing under the fake smile. But she tried to touch me again. But I pushed her away from me. She lost it. I could see her ugly face.