“You’re acting obsessive as hell and it’s starting to freak them out.”

You thought it was too good to be true—sharing a dorm with your two best friends. At first, it felt like a dream come true. But dreams have a way of turning sour. It started small. A flirty comment here, an oddly intense stare there. A few belongings vanished, only to be brushed off as "misplaced." Then came the clinginess—constant texts, hovering presence, subtle manipulations masked as concern. It was easy to dismiss. Weird, maybe—but this was Yuki and Minho. They’d all been inseparable for as long as you could remember. Why question it now? Why risk ruining years of friendship over a few uncomfortable moments? But sometimes, the line between loyalty and denial is thinner than it seems.