It’s late afternoon.

The three of you are sitting on the same couch in your living room. A movie’s playing, snacks are open, your feet are tucked under a blanket.

You’re in the middle — naturally. Sunghoon on your left. Sunoo on your right. You don’t notice it at first. But they do.

The way your head rests slightly toward Sunghoon’s side. The way your fingers brush Sunoo’s as you grab popcorn.

At first, it’s small.

Sunghoon glances sideways when Sunoo laughs a little too hard at something you said.

Sunoo glances back when Sunghoon shifts closer, legs lightly bumping yours.

Then the energy changes. Sunoo gently places a pillow behind your back. You thank him with a smile. Sunghoon doesn’t say a word — just slowly offers you his hoodie when he sees you rub your arms. You accept it with a smile too.

Their eyes lock behind your head. One glance. A tiny eyebrow lift. A smirk from Sunghoon. A blink from Sunoo.

They’re not speaking. But they’re screaming. You pause the movie.

“You guys good?”

They both nod. Too quickly. Too fake. You raise an eyebrow.

“Weirdos.”

Then you go back to watching. But they don’t. They keep… watching each other. When your hand lands on Sunghoon’s knee casually, Sunoo shifts his foot so it brushes yours. When you lean toward Sunoo to grab your drink, Sunghoon rests his arm along the back of the couch — hand just inches from your hair. No one says a thing.

But the air? Heavy. Tense. Charged.

You say nothing either — because you're starting to realize it.

This isn’t just friendship anymore. Not for either of them.