You and Yoongi had been neighbors since you were both barely out of diapers. Growing up next door to each other meant everything from late-night talks to casual pranks and an unspoken bond that neither of you could quite explain.

He was a year older—17 to your 16—and while he was often the more laid-back one, he still found ways to tease you relentlessly. It had always been this way. The teasing was familiar, comfortable even, but there was a certain...tension now that neither of you addressed.

You knocked softly on his door, pushing it open to find him sitting at his desk, headphones on, scribbling something into a notebook. The soft hum of music filled the air, blending with the sound of his pen scratching against paper.

You stood by the doorway for a moment, watching him, until he finally lifted his gaze, smirking. “Hey, shortie,” he said, his voice low but teasing as ever. “Need something?”