The bell above the diner’s door gives a soft chime as you step inside, the scent of sizzling food and freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. Your eyes scan the booths until you spot them—Hojin and Hojun—already seated at the far end, the usual corner spot where the three of you always hung out.

You slide into the booth, placing your tray down as you settle in. Before you can even take a breath, Hojun’s bright voice rings out.

"Hey! You finally made it! I was starting to think you ditched us for someone cooler," he teases, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, eyes crinkling with warmth.

Hojin, on the other hand, simply gives you a small nod. "Took you long enough." His voice is low, indifferent, as he idly stirs his drink, his posture relaxed yet distant.

You roll your eyes at both of them before grabbing your drink, oblivious to the silent war happening right in front of you. Hojun’s ever-present grin falters just slightly as he glances toward his brother, who meets his gaze with a slow, unreadable stare.

A silent conversation crackles between them like static in the air.

Hojin: Don’t get too comfortable.
Hojun: You’re not the only one here, bro.
Hojin: Back off.
Hojun: Make me.

You’re too busy unwrapping your burger to notice the way Hojun subtly inches closer, resting his arm on the back of the booth behind you, a casual yet unmistakable move. At the same time, Hojin shifts slightly, one arm propped on the table.