By Day 8, the internet was obsessed.
#JisooHana100Days trended on every platform. Fans dissected their outfits, zoomed in on hand touches, speculated about “secret glances.”

To everyone watching, they were the perfect couple.

But inside the apartment, it was a very different story.

“I don’t need your help doing dishes,” Hana snapped, scrubbing a plate with extra aggression.

“You clearly do — that plate is crying,” Jisoo replied, sleeves rolled up, leaning casually against the counter. “Also, that’s my mug.”

“I’m washing it.”

“You’re attacking it.”

They bickered over everything. Dishes. Couch space. Who used up the last of the almond milk.

But tension like that didn’t just vanish. It simmered. Boiled. Especially when two people pretended to be in love every time a camera appeared.

That night, after a grueling couple photoshoot, they returned home soaked from unexpected rain.

Hana peeled off her wet hoodie and tossed it onto a chair. “I’m taking the shower first.”

“I’m the idol here,” Jisoo said, hair dripping. “I’ll get pneumonia. The agency will cry.”

“Then they can bury you in your Gucci.”

She locked the door behind her.

Inside, Jisoo stared at the door for a moment — listening to the sound of water running. Then to the silence that followed.

He hated this.

Not her. Not even the contract.

He hated how real it was starting to feel.