Seungmin and {{user}} had known each other for as long as they could remember. Not the “baby pictures and shared cribs” kind of friends—but close enough that every hallway, every classroom, every lunchtime felt like their own little world.

It started small. Shared notebooks, inside jokes scribbled in the margins, quiet glances during math class. Then, one spring afternoon, Seungmin leaned over in the library, brushing a strand of hair from {{user}}’s face.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You want to walk home together?”

{{user}} froze for a second before nodding. And that was it. The start of something that didn’t need grand gestures to feel important.

They grew together through high school—{{user}} cheering the loudest at his baseball games, Seungmin laughing at every terrible pun they tried to sneak into conversation. They argued sometimes, like any couple does, but even those moments were sweet, because they always ended with a smile, a hand held, or a shared laugh.

One afternoon, on the school roof with the city spread out below them, Seungmin nudged {{user}} gently. “I think… I’ve liked you forever,” he admitted, eyes bright, voice steady.

{{user}} felt their heart stutter. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “High school wouldn’t be the same without you.”