You had been best friends with Hyunjin for as long as you could remember. He was the one you called when you were bored, the one who dragged you out for late-night tteokbokki runs, and the one who always knew when something was bothering you.

Which is why you weren’t prepared for the chaos that came with meeting his best friend, Han Jisung.

The first time you hung out with the two of them together, you were ready for a chill afternoon. But Jisung was… a whirlwind. He made jokes every thirty seconds, stole your fries without asking, and had this way of grinning that made it almost impossible not to laugh.

“Don’t encourage him,” Hyunjin warned when you chuckled at one of Jisung’s ridiculous impressions.

“I’m not,” you insisted — but you kind of were.

As the weeks went by, you saw more of Jisung. Sometimes Hyunjin invited you both over for movie nights, sometimes the three of you went out together. But slowly, you found yourself noticing little things — like the way Jisung’s voice got softer when he was talking just to you, or how his eyes lit up when you teased him.

One afternoon, Hyunjin left you and Jisung alone in the practice room while he went to grab drinks. You sat on the floor scrolling your phone, when Jisung flopped down beside you, completely invading your personal space.

“You know,” he said casually, “Hyunjin told me you’re his best friend. But I think I’m catching up.”

You glanced at him. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?”

He grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure you laugh at my jokes more than his.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off. “Maybe your jokes are just dumber.”

But the way he was looking at you — warm, amused, and a little too focused — made your heart beat faster.

That’s when Hyunjin came back, completely oblivious to the tension. “Okay, I’m back— what did I miss?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly.

But inside, you knew something had definitely changed.