All you remember is the way Rheya’s face changed last night like her whole world cracked in two the second Yuta leaned in and whispered that thing in her ear. Like her whole mask just… slid off. And now you’re here. Club Black. Again. But it’s different this time.
You’re not here to party. You’re here to find out what the hell she’s been hiding. And why Yuta is the one holding all her secrets.
Yuqi keeps looking over at you as you push through the line like she’s trying to read your face.
Haechan’s chewing gum like it’s a weapon. “You sure about this?” he mutters.
“Nope,” you say, and walk anyway.
The bouncer sees you doesn’t even ask. Just pulls the velvet rope and nods like it’s a routine now. Like you’re expected. Because you are.
You don’t say thank you. You don’t look back. You’re already moving through the crowd like it’s fog. Neon lights blink across your face, bodies swaying, but all of it’s just noise.
You already know where he is. Same place. Same dark booth behind the curtain, where only legends sit.
And there he is—Yuta Nakamoto.
Leaning back like a goddamn painting. Drink in one hand, mouth lazy. Rings flashing. Tattoos peeking under his sleeve.And when he sees you, he smiles. You don’t return it. You stand in front of him, chest hot, jaw tight.
“What did you say to her?”
Your voice is sharper than usual, maybe shaking a little, but it doesn’t matter. You mean every word.
He studies you for a second like he’s trying to decide how much truth you can handle.
Then—
“I reminded her I know everything she’s done.”
His voice is calm. Dead calm.
You stare. “What does that mean?”
He sets the glass down. Slow. “It means I was there when she got drunk in Japan. When she called her first love. When she met up with him… again. And again.”
Your stomach turns… Yuta keeps going. “I didn’t need proof. I was the proof.”
You take a step back, like the words physically hit you.
“She loves Chenle, sure. In her own way.” He shrugs. “But she was never honest with him. Not once.”
You feel like you’re falling. Like everything’s sliding out from under you.
“She sent me to distract you,” he says. That smile again. “Said if you had someone else, maybe you’d finally leave Chenle alone.”
Yuqi lets out a breath behind you, like she just got hit too.
“Guess her plan backfired,” Yuta adds, eyes dark, voice quieter now. “Because the more she talked about you, the more I wanted to meet you myself.”
You blink. “Wait, so you knew about me this whole time?”
He nods. “I’ve been watching since before the club. Twitter, too.”
“You followed me yesterday.”
“Because I wanted you to know I’m done hiding.”
It’s silent for a beat. The music outside thumps faintly through the walls, like a heartbeat.
You look at him, this rockstar who’s supposed to be above all this drama but somehow, he’s knee deep in it.
“Why are you telling me this?”
He leans in close, eyes on your mouth for a second before looking back at you.
“Because you deserve the truth. And because I’m not here for Rheya. Not anymore.”
You swallow hard.
Yuqi whispers behind you, “What the fuck is going on…”
And for once, you don’t have an answer. Because you were supposed to come here for clarity. But Yuta? He just flipped the whole story upside down. And now you have no idea where this is about to go.
“Come with me.”
His voice is low but firm. He’s already sliding out of the booth, hand brushing your arm like he’s making sure you feel him.
You hesitate. Yuqi grabs your wrist. “Are you seriously about to go with him right now?”
Her eyes are wide, voice tight. “After everything he just said?”
You look at her, look at Haechan, and then at Yuta who’s just standing there watching, patient but not backing down.
“I need answers,” you say.
But even you don’t know if that’s all you want. He leads you through another curtain VIP-VIP. The kind of place with no phones, no cameras. Just velvet walls and secrets. He shuts the door behind you.
“Okay,” you snap. “So tell me everything. Why now? Why me?”
Yuta turns, the light hitting his jaw just right. He doesn’t speak right away. He looks at you. Really looks. Like he’s trying to memorize you.
“She talks about you like she hates you,” he says. “But people don’t talk like that unless they’re scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of being replaced.”
He steps closer. “She saw the way Chenle looked at you. How you didn’t even try, and still had his attention.”
“That’s not my fault,” you whisper.
“I know,” he says, “but she didn’t care. So she sent me. Said, ‘Flirt with her, mess with her head. Make her back off.’”
He pauses. “But I didn’t want to mess with you. I just… wanted to know you.”
You stare at him. “So what, now you’re some kind of twisted love letter?”
He laughs once, breathy. “Maybe. But I meant it. I’d ruin her if she touched you. And I still will.”
You can’t breathe. Not because it’s romantic but because it’s real. Dangerous. Messy.
And that’s when the door FLIES open.
You both snap your heads—
It’s Chenle.
Out of breath. Eyes blazing.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Yuqi and Haechan are behind him, trying to pull him back, but it’s too late.
“Chenle—”
“I knew it,” he spits. “I knew something was off. Rheya’s crying in the car, saying some shit about secrets and you and Yuta?”
Yuta doesn’t flinch. “She should’ve told you herself.”
“Oh, like you’re innocent?” Chenle steps in. “You always wanted what I had.”
Yuta steps forward too, calm but deadly. “She came to me, remember?”
Chenle’s breathing hard. His fists are clenched. You’re stuck between them, heart racing.
“She was cheating on you,” Yuta interrupts, sharp. “You’re mad at the wrong person.”
Chenle’s face twists. “Shut the hell up—”
“She told me to distract her,” Yuta snaps, pointing at you. “And I did. But guess what? I ended up wanting her instead.”
Silence. Dead silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
You step forward. “Chenle—”
But he just shakes his head and walks out. Shoving past Haechan. Pushing through the curtain like he’s suffocating.
You don’t follow.
You just stand there.
And Yuta’s still watching you, his voice quiet now. “I told you this wouldn’t be clean.”
And it’s not. It’s a goddamn disaster.
But you can’t lie—Your heart’s still beating fast.
