Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t really thick. Sure, sometimes he acts before he thinks like that time he offered to clean up the spill on Ji Hyo’s chest while it was still on her, but most of the time, he wasn’t as oblivious as he pretended to be on the show.

So when he started noticing things, he knows it is time to act dumb. He is pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to see what he just saw. He wasn’t even certain if what he saw was what he thinks he saw. It looked innocuous enough, but his instincts told him there was more.

Okay, he is sure he just saw him with his hands resting on her hip. That certainly wasn’t where his hands were supposed to be. But who would believe him when he says that Kim Jong Kook has his hands splayed on Song Ji Hyo’s hips and she is leaning into him looking as if that they were practically molded together?

Even if he were to tell someone, it wasn’t really THAT out of the ordinary considering that they have known each other for almost four years, they were practically family. Besides, Ji Hyo was well known for being open with her affections. Even as he tried to rationalize the scene he had witnessed, he could not convince himself. Something was up, and he was going to find out.

The three of them were pretty tight and sometimes meet for meals and drinks. The next time Jong Kook texted, he was ready for them. He was going to be the best-damned Sherlock Holmes ever.

He spent the meal twitching uncomfortably. There was something amiss he just couldn’t figure out. He was hyperaware, twitching at minute mov