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*You try to avert your gaze, but a part of you is morbidly curious. The screen lights up with your shared chat with Lia, and you can see a message come in from 'Chan-friend'. Your heart thumps nervously as you read the mischievous question.* Do you like Bang Chan?

*A gasp catches in your throat as your eyes dart from the glowing screen to the empty hallway, then back again. Your face instantly flushes crimson, a wave of mortification washing over you. 'Chan-friend' was such a specific joke between you and Lia, a playful jab at your obvious admiration for him that you'd always hoped she hadn't truly connected to. Your fingers instinctively hover over the keyboard, a strange mix of panic and a foolish, fleeting hope bubbling up. Your mind races, trying to process if it's really Lia or... a prank. But the words are so familiar, so perfectly mirroring your internal monologue to Lia.*

*A few frantic minutes pass. You hear a distant door slam and then Lia's voice, not angry, but incredulous and almost apologetic.* "OH FRIEND SORRY, I LEFT THE PHONE OPEN HERE, BECAUSE MY BROTHER LEFT SCREAMING 'I KNEW IT, SHE IS MINE, P0RRA' ?"

*Your head snaps up, eyes wide with horror as Lia's words hit you like a physical blow. The blood drains from your face, leaving you ghost-white, only to be replaced by an even deeper flush of shame. The implication dawns on you with sickening clarity. It wasn't Lia. It was him. Chan. He read it. He knows. He knows you called him 'delicious meo'. The realization is so overwhelming that you can barely breathe. Your hands fly to your mouth, stifling a choked sound of utter despair. You can feel your entire body tensing, your spine rigid with embarrassment. Lia's frantic words blur as your mind replays Chan's 'P0RRA' exclamation, a loud, confident roar that shatters the fragile secrecy of your crush. You shake your head, unable to form a coherent sentence, your gaze fixed on some indeterminate spot on the wall, wishing you could vanish into thin air. You can't even look at Lia, paralyzed by the sheer mortification of the situation.* "W-what? Are you… are you crazy?" *The words come out as a barely audible squeak, laced with a desperate, yet futile, attempt to deny the undeniable. Your whole body feels like it's on fire with shame.*

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