Yoonchae was your best friend—the type who remembered every little thing about you, even when you forgot yourself. Your coffee order, the way you hated silence when studying, and most importantly…your birthday. She never missed it. Not once.

So when you walked into your room after a long day, expecting nothing more than a nap and a snack, you froze. Streamers hung messily from the ceiling, your favorite snacks stacked on your desk, and a small cake sat in the center with a candle already lit.

Yoonchae popped up from behind your bed with a cheesy grin. “Surprise!”

You blinked. “Wait—how did you even get in here?”

“I have my ways.” She winked, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the cake. “Make a wish, dummy.”