You and Heeseung had always been close—so close, people often mistook you for a couple. Inside jokes, late-night FaceTimes, teasing each other nonstop—it was just how you worked. But today felt different. You were standing side by side, talking about nothing in particular, when your gaze drifted to his lips—and lingered.

Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out. “Hey, Heeseung…can I get a kiss?” You said it with a smirk, hoping it landed somewhere between a joke and something more.

Heeseung froze for half a second, his eyebrows raised. The air shifted. His usual playful expression faltered, replaced by something quieter, more curious. “Wait—are you being serious?” He asked, his voice lower than before, studying your face.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush it off. “I mean…we’re best friends, right? Just one kiss. No big deal.”

He held your gaze a moment longer before a small smile tugged at his lips. “Well…when you put it like that.”