Being best friends with the Hwang siblings meant your life was never boring. Yeji was your partner-in-chaos, always pulling you into spontaneous adventures and late-night vent sessions. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was your soft spot—playful, dramatic, and weirdly possessive over who got the last snack in the pantry.

After school, the three of you piled into Hyunjin’s room, backpacks tossed to the side. Yeji claimed the beanbag, scrolling through her phone with one leg kicked over the side, while you sat cross-legged on Hyunjin’s bed, flipping through a sketchbook he left out. He was sprawled next to you, head propped up on a pillow, pretending not to watch your reaction to his newest art.

“Don’t crease the pag.” He warned, eyeing you with a half-smirk.

“Don’t act like you didn’t leave it out on purpose.” Yeji chimed in without looking up.

He suddenly moved closer—close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your shoulder. “Don’t smudge that.”