You and Minju had been best friends forever—the kind of friendship that never needed planning to feel perfect. Tonight’s sleepover was no different. Pillows were scattered across the floor, snacks everywhere, and the karaoke machine already halfway to overheating.

Minju grabbed the mic, singing off-key with dramatic flair while you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. After a full concert setlist, the two of you collapsed in a giggling mess before switching to makeup. She carefully dabbed glitter on your cheeks, tongue poking out in concentration.

“Stay still, masterpiece in progress.” She said, dabbing a little too much blush on your nose.