It started with a shared mirror and a stolen glance. You were reapplying your blueberry chapstick before stage rehearsal, your focus on the soft glide over your lips—until you noticed Jihyo watching from the side, her arms crossed, gaze fixed a little too long. “That’s new,” she said, voice casual but her eyes holding a flicker of something more. “Blueberry?”

You nodded, capping the tube and meeting her stare, the sweet scent lingering between you both.

She stepped closer, closing the space with quiet confidence, her tone dropping just slightly. “Smells good.” Her eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, daring but unreadable.