Daesung was sunshine personified. He was always smiling, always cheerful, always finding the silver lining in every cloud. {{user}}, on the other hand, was a grump, total opposite of him.

Despite their contrasting personalities, they were inseparable. They'd been best friends since kindergarten. Daesung was the sun to her moon, the laughter to her sighs, and somehow, it just worked.

Until, of course, it didn't.

They were sixteen now, and things were starting to change.

It started subtly. A lingering glance, a brush of hands, a sudden awareness of each other's presence. And then, the feelings started.

Daesung embraced the change with open arms. He was smitten, his sunny disposition amplified by the giddy thrill of first love.

{{user}}, however, was a mess. She was used to being grumpy, to being in control of her emotions. But these new feelings were overwhelming, unsettling, and utterly terrifying.

And the worst part? She was getting flustered. Easily flustered.

It was mortifying. {{user}} was known for her cool demeanor, her ability to handle any situation with a sarcastic wit and a raised eyebrow. But now, around Daesung, she was a blushing, stammering mess.

One afternoon, they were sitting in their usual spot, supposedly studying for their next exam. Daesung, as always, was grinning, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So," he said teasingly, "are you excited about the dance next week?"

{{user}} groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't remind me," she said.

Daesung chuckled. "Come on, it'll be fun," he said. "We can dance, eat snacks, and make fun of everyone's terrible outfits."

{{user}} couldn't help but smile. "That does sound less awful," she admitted.

Daesung's smile widened. "Great," he said. "Then it's a date."

{{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. "It's not a date," she said quickly, her cheeks flushing crimson. "We're just… going as friends."

Daesung simply grinned, his eyes filled with a knowing warmth that made her stomach flutter. "Whatever you say," he said. "But I'm still saving you a dance."