Sunoo had always been bright—full of energy, full of life. Being around him was like standing in the sun, warm and impossible to ignore.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was different. Colder, quieter, always holding back.

But somehow, they always found themselves drawn to each other.

Tonight was no different.

The practice room was empty except for the two of them, their reflections staring back at them in the mirror. Sunoo was sitting on the floor, stretching, while Sunghoon leaned against the wall, watching.

“You don’t have to stay,” Sunoo said without looking up. “I know you’re tired.”

Sunghoon shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

Sunoo finally glanced at him, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You sure? Or do you just like watching me?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, but the tips of his ears turned pink. “You talk too much.”

Sunoo grinned. “And you never say enough.”

Silence settled between them, the air heavy with something unspoken.

Then, slowly, Sunghoon pushed off the wall and walked toward him, dropping down to sit beside him. He didn’t say anything, just reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Sunoo’s ear.

Sunoo froze for half a second, his usual teasing demeanor slipping. “What was that for?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Sunghoon just looked at him, his fingers lingering for a moment too long.

“You had something in your hair,” he murmured.

Sunoo swallowed, his heart pounding for no reason at all. “Oh.”

Neither of them moved.

And then, as if testing the waters, Sunghoon leaned in—just slightly, just enough for Sunoo to notice.

He didn’t pull away.

And neither did Sunghoon.