One lazy Saturday afternoon, Haechan was over at your place again. It was routine by now—he’d invite himself in, rummage through your fridge, and flop down on your couch as if he owned it. You didn’t mind; it was just Haechan being Haechan.

But lately, something about him had been... different. He wasn’t just your usual mischievous best friend. He was hovering closer, lingering longer, and you’d caught him staring at you more than once when he thought you weren’t looking.

"Y/N," he murmured as you sat next to him, flipping through your phone. His voice was softer than usual, a low timbre that sent a ripple through your thoughts.

"Yeah?" You didn’t look up, trying to ignore how close his knee was to yours.

"I feel like you’re ignoring me," he said, leaning in just enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne.

You laughed lightly, pushing his shoulder. “What are you talking about? You’re here every other day. If anything, I should be ignoring you more.”

He caught your hand before you could pull it back, his fingers warm and firm against yours. “No, seriously. I mean it,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly against your knuckles. His gaze locked onto yours, unusually intense..”

You blinked, the air suddenly feeling heavier. “Haechan, what’s gotten into you?”

He didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours fully now. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just... you. You’re driving me crazy, Y/N. You always have, but it’s worse now. I feel like I’m losing my mind every time you look at me.”

His words hung in the air, charged with something unspoken. You swallowed hard, your heart hammering as he leaned even closer, his free hand finding its way to your cheek.

“Don’t stop me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I want to kiss you"

You froze, the world narrowing down to just the two of you and the unbearable closeness between you. His lips hovered just a breath away from yours, his eyes searching yours for permission, for any sign to keep going—or stop.