You and Minju had been friends for as long as you could remember—close enough to finish each other’s sentences, comfortable enough to argue over nothing and still grab ice cream after. She was funny, sharp, and beautiful in that effortless way that made heads turn when she walked into a room. But lately, things had felt…different. Especially when you talked about other girls.

That afternoon, you were walking home together, laughing about something dumb, when you mentioned someone you’d been texting. Minju’s smile faltered for a split second—so quick you might’ve missed it if you didn’t know her so well.

“Oh.” She said, voice light but a little too casual. “She seems…nice.”