Seokmin tilted his head, studying him. "Hyung… just because you feel uneasy doesn't mean he's cheating. Sometimes your gut feeling tricks you."
But Seungmin didn't answer. He was lost in his own head, his hand gripping the glass of water tighter and tighter, until his knuckles went pale. His mind replayed the image—Han with that boy. Chaewon. The hug. The way Han let himself lean against him. It wasn't just company. It wasn't just casual. It was different, and that difference gnawed at him like fire in his chest.
He turned his face toward Seokmin, finally ready to speak, but Seokmin cut him off gently. "Okay… I trust you."
Seungmin blinked, startled. "But you just said you don't think he's cheating."
"I said that to test how sure you are," Seokmin explained calmly. "So? What do you want me to do? Because if he really is cheating, this is going to cause trouble—not just for you, but for all of us. And for him too. We only have 4 months left here. We can't afford any mishap right now."
"You're right, I Don't know how he always find new people to keep with him. You know how hard it was for me to get rid of that senior. How much effort and money it took to transfer him to another university. And just after so he found someone new. " Seungmin muttered, his voice low, almost a growl. "That boy Chaewon has some guts."
Seokmin's eyes sharpened with curiosity. "Wait… Chaewon? The same one you told me about before?"
"Yes," Seungmin replied flatly, not looking at him.
"Then… do you have proof?"
Seungmin leaned back against the sofa, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Yes. I went to Busan yesterday. I have all the videos and evidence."
Seokmin's brows shot up. "You really went there? Then are you actually going to hand over the proof?"
"Yes." The answer was short, sharp, like a knife slicing the air.
Seokmin let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "I honestly thought you'd hold onto it. Use it as revenge. That's more your style."
But Seungmin's face stayed stone cold. "Han asked me to do this, so I will. And besides…" His lips curved into the faintest smirk, but his eyes were empty. "There are a thousand other ways to make him miserable."
The room grew quiet. Seokmin looked at him carefully. "So… do we have a plan?"
Before Seungmin could answer, his phone began to buzz on the table. The sound was sharp, breaking the silence.
"Who is it?" Seokmin asked.
Seungmin looked at the screen. His expression didn't change, but his voice grew heavier. "It's Dad."
Seokmin's eyes widened slightly. "Maybe he knows you went to Busan. Pick it up."
Seungmin answered, calm as ever. "Yes, Dad?"
"Where are you?" his father's voice demanded through the line, sharp and commanding.
"I just came out—"
But his father cut him off, his voice booming. "Be home in fifteen minutes."
The call ended abruptly. Seungmin stared at the screen for a second, then placed the phone down slowly, his expression cool, as though nothing happened. But Seokmin noticed the way his jaw tightened, the way his hand lingered on the phone like it was burning him.
Seokmin shifted uneasily. "Do you want me to come with you?"
Seungmin stood up smoothly, brushing off the question with the same coldness as before. "It's not a big deal."
But Seokmin wasn't convinced. He followed him to the door, his brows furrowed with worry. "Take care of yourself, hyung."
Seungmin gave no reply, only opened the door and walked out, his steps steady, his back straight, his face unreadable—yet inside, something dangerous was stirring.