Evening settled softly over the café, long after the cameras had gone dark. The lights were dimmed to a warm glow, crew voices fading one by one as equipment cases shut and wheels rolled across the floor. Mirae had changed into casual clothes, hair loose around her shoulders. She sat curled on the sofa beside Joon-ho, her head half-hidden behind her phone.
The peace was deceptive.
Because Joon-ho's phone hadn't stopped vibrating for twenty minutes straight.
He sighed, unlocking it. The screen lit up like a warning flare — KakaoTalk (112 unread messages).The group chat name glared at him from the top: "The Trouble Committee 💋."Harin's doing. Obviously.
He opened it.
Harin:COFFEE PRINCE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Yura:You actually said "I have women" on live TV?? Are you TRYING to kill the internet??
Min-Kyung:That smirk after??? Unfair. Pure PR-level seduction.
Ji-hye:Even my mom texted me asking if you're a player 😂.
Harin:You basically confessed to ALL of us in one sentence.
