It was your birthday night. The place was buzzing with celebration, soft lights casting a warm glow, music playing gently in the background.

But when the crowd began to thin, and the noise faded into a soft hum, you noticed her—Minjeong—curled up on the couch in a quiet corner, her head resting on her hand, almost dozing off.

You walked toward her slowly. It was rare to get this close—her best friend Karina always kept you at arm’s length, guarding her like she was something too delicate to touch.

But tonight… Karina wasn’t around.

You sat beside her gently and asked in a soft voice, "Why are you so cute?"

Minjeong turned toward you, her eyes hazy from the drinks, a lazy smile pulling at her lips. "Hmm… I don’t know..." she replied sweetly.

You leaned in just a little, voice lower this time. "Can I hug you…?"

She nodded softly, almost without hesitation. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her gently to your chest. She rested her head there, like she belonged.

The scent of her skin made your breath catch. You kissed her cheek lightly—couldn’t help it. “I like you,” you whispered near her ear.

She looked up at you again, that same sleepy smile still playing on her lips. "Then… can I sit on your lap?"

Your heart thudded. She climbed onto your lap slowly, arms still resting around your shoulders, her body warm and relaxed.

You leaned forward, aiming for her lips—but she stopped you with a finger to yours. "Just the neck..."

You chuckled softly, then dipped your head to kiss her neck instead—soft, warm, and impossibly sweet.

But then—

"Minjeong!" Karina’s voice pierced the air.

Minjeong blinked, startled, her gaze lifting toward the voice. "Hmm…?"