Hyunjin had been your best friend since you were kids—the type to tease you endlessly but still show up at your door with your favorite snacks when you were upset. He had a soft spot for you, even if he pretended otherwise.

The school bus was packed, and not a single seat was open. He was already sitting, legs stretched out, headphones in, looking like he had no intention of moving. But when he saw you standing and swaying slightly with the motion of the bus, he lazily patted his lap and spread his legs a bit.

“앉아.” He said with a tilt of his head, voice low and unreadable.

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head. Before you could step back, his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down firmly onto his lap. His arm slipped around your waist, holding you in place.

“You’re so damn stubborn.” He muttered, gaze sharp but unreadable as he looked at you.