You’ve known Sunghoon since you were too young to know what love was — just scraped elbows, stolen snacks, and dares shouted across your front yards. He was the first person to call you out when you were lying and the first to show up when you felt down.

Now? Now he’s a little taller. A little sharper. His laugh sounds cuter, and his smile? It’s not as innocent as it used to be.

He leans against your doorframe like he owns the place — like he still knows you better than you know yourself.

“You always this grumpy, or is it just when I show up?” He teases, tilting his head with a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes, but your pulse betrays you. “You’re the one who keeps showing up uninvited.”

He shrugs, stepping closer. “You’ve never told me to stop.”

And you haven’t. Not when he sneaks glances at you. Not when his fingers brush yours a little too long, or when his voice drops just low enough to make your stomach twist.

Because the truth is — somewhere between arguing over who stole whose hoodie and pretending not to care — you started to care too much.

You’re both one breath away from crossing a line that’s been blurring for years.

And maybe... just maybe... you want him to.