You and Keeho had been best friends since middle school. Comfortable, chaotic, always laughing—it was never awkward between you two. Tonight was no different. You were hanging out at his place watching a movie on his couch.

The movie playing in the background had lost your attention a long time ago, and now you were half-laying, half-sinking into the couch cushions while Keeho sat at the other end, scrolling through his phone. Your own phone had slipped between the couch cushions earlier, and you finally decided to dig for it.

“I swear, this couch is like a black hole,” You grumbled, shifting to your knees to reach down. The angle was awkward, and as you stretched farther—You slipped. Hard.

In an instant, you were straddling Keeho, chest pressed lightly to his as you stared down at him in horror. He blinked up at you, wide-eyed, his hands frozen mid-air like he wasn’t sure whether to catch you or not. You sat there, practically face-to-face, your noses dangerously close as he took in your position, then slowly arched a brow.

“Well. Hi."