You and Soyeon had been friends for a while—close enough that silence never felt awkward, and teasing banter came naturally. But lately, there was something different in the way she looked at you. It wasn’t just casual curiosity or admiration. It was intentional. Heavy. Heated. Like she saw more than just a friend when her eyes settled on you.

After a party, you showed up at her place, dressed a little nicer than usual. She didn’t say a word at first. Just leaned against the counter, eyes slowly dragging across your body, intense and unreadable.

“Soyeon.” You said with a shaky laugh, raising an eyebrow. “You’re staring.”

She didn’t deny it. Her lips curled into a small smirk. “You wore that on purpose, didn’t you?”