The night had been a blur—flashing lights, loud music, and way too many drinks from people you barely remembered. By the time things started winding down, your head was spinning, and your legs felt like jelly. You were practically draped over Heeseung, his arm steady around your waist. Jake walked on your other side, brushing hair out of your face whenever it fell forward. Ni-ki trailed behind with your heels, purse, and someone’s hoodie—probably Jake’s—clearly regretting being the designated carrier.

“You good?” Jake asked gently, his hand on your back as you swayed. You giggled, loud and light. “M’fine,” you slurred, your voice lazy. “Totally fine.”

Heeseung gave Jake a sideways glance, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Right. And I’m totally sober too,” he teased, his arm wrapping more securely around your waist to keep you upright. “We need to get you home.”

Behind you, Ni-ki huffed. “Why do I feel like the babysitter right now?”

“Because you are.” Jake shot back, laughing.

As the four of you walked down the quiet street, your eyelids grew heavier. You let out a long sigh and leaned your full weight into Heeseung’s side, your words tumbling out before your brain had a chance to filter them. “I think I love you…”

The sentence hit the air like a dropped glass—sharp, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. You didn’t even notice the silence that followed. But they definitely did. They all froze mid-step, eyes locking in a silent moment of “did-you-hear-that-too?” panic.

Jake blinked, unsure whether to laugh or ask if you were serious. “Wait—who are you talking about?”

Heeseung coughed into his hand, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “Well…this just got interesting.”

Ni-ki snorted. “This is why I never drink.”