You and Woomin had always been best friends—the kind who shared inside jokes, late-night talks, and quiet moments that never felt awkward. But lately, something felt different.

Maybe it was the way his gaze lingered a little longer. Or how your heart raced when he got too close.

Senior year created distance. Woomin got busier, and you told yourself it was fine. But when you saw him laughing with another girl, something in your chest ached. That night, you stared at your phone, but you didn’t call.

The rooftop had always been your place. When you found him there, lost in thought, you hesitated.

“Do you ever wonder what would happen if things were different?” he murmured.

Your breath caught. “Different how?”

His fingers brushed yours, hesitant. “If we… if I…” He sighed. “Never mind.”

You knew what he wanted to say. And maybe, someday, one of you would be brave enough to say it.