Now Gyeongseok doesn't lie. Like, ever. But this was for the greater good. "Baby, I don't think I can go to work today. My head... my stomach... my soul hurts." Hyunju stood by the bed, arms crossed, squinting. "You were literally fine ten minutes ago." "That was the past, and I am a changed man." He sighed, placing a weak hand on his forehead. He let out a long, pitiful sigh, shifting just enough to make the blankets rustle. He had to make it convincing. - or - It's Valentine's Day and Gyeongseok teams up with Nayeon to give Hyunju the best Valentine's Day EVER.

"You..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the accusation in it was undeniable. "You're one of them...?" Gyeongseok's expression tightened. "No. It's not like that." Hyunju's breath ragged again. She looked around, trying to calm herself down. "Gyeongseok- you... I... I can't believe this." She said breathlessly and Gyeongseok looked at her in agony. "Hyunju, no, listen to me, please! It's not what it looks like..." He said, trying to convince her in desperation but she looked at him with her tear stained eyes, full of pain and shock and hurt. Oh how much he hated seeing her like that. "Then what does it look like?" Her words were sharp, cutting through the thick air between them. "Because I've spent every second thinking you were dead, and now I find you wearing their clothes, standing here like-like-" Her breath hitched, and she forced herself to swallow it down. "Like you're part of this... of them...." - or - S2 ending reimagined but make it hyunseok