You and Sunoo had been best friends since forever—matching backpacks in kindergarten, trading snacks in class, and now navigating high school together. Despite everything pulling you in different directions, you always ended up back in each other’s orbit. That’s how you found yourself in his bathroom at 2AM, the house silent except for the hum of the heater, each of you focused on your nightly skincare routine.

You perched on the counter, legs swinging slightly as you spread serum over your cheeks. Sunoo leaned over the sink, rubbing moisturizer into his skin with methodical care. His eyes flicked toward you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Careful,” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “If you keep stealing all my stuff, I might start charging you.”

You tilted your head, eyebrow raised, and laughed softly. “You love it, don’t lie.”

He leaned a little closer, enough that your shoulders nearly brushed. “Maybe,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “Or maybe I just like watching you. Don’t make it weird.”