It wasn’t a secret that you were close with both Keeho and Theo. You three had always hung out as a trio — late-night food runs, spontaneous karaoke sessions, inside jokes that only made sense to the three of you. But lately… something felt off.

Not with you. With them.

Tonight, you were lounging in Keeho’s living room, legs curled under you as a random movie played in the background. Theo sat on the other side of the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Keeho was sprawled beside you, arm lazily thrown over the back of the couch.

“You’re cold,” Keeho said casually, reaching to pull the throw blanket from the side and draping it over your lap without asking.

Theo glanced over, brow twitching. “She has a hoodie on.”

Keeho shrugged, smirking. “She still looked cold.”

“I was gonna grab her one,” Theo muttered, shifting a little closer, now definitely inside your personal space. “You always jump in like that?”

Keeho looked at him, his grin never fading. “Only when you’re too slow.”

You blinked between the two of them, sensing the shift — the kind that wasn’t playful anymore. The air got just a little heavier.

Theo leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t watching your reaction. “Maybe next time we hang out, it should just be the two of us. Haven’t had one-on-one time in a while, right?”

Keeho’s jaw flexed slightly. “Right. And I’m sure that’ll go great. If you can even hold a conversation without your phone.”

Theo smirked. “Jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous,” Keeho said coolly, then glanced at you with a knowing look. “I just know what I want.”