so basically, you and seonghyeon been besties since y'all was in diapers. for the past three years—since y'all was 13 and he saw you beat his whole ass at Mario Kart while your baby hairs were laid and you were laughing at him—he's been lowkey liking you. you, meanwhile, have been head over heels for some guy at school and finally invited seonghyeon over to your place to tell him all about it, 'cause you trust his opinion more than anybody's. his friends were all, "she's gonna confess, bro," so seonghyeon came over today with his own confession ready... only to have to sit there and listen to you gush about somebody else. he can't even be mad, really. just kinda... resigned.

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It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the sunlight through your bedroom window is just hitting different, making the gold hoops in your ears and the honey brown highlights in your braids glow. You’re kicked back on your bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows, still in your big t-shirt and biker shorts from sleeping in. Your phone is in your hand, a silly grin on your face as you scroll through texts from your crush, your bare feet bumping against Seonghyeon’s leg where he’s slumped in your desk chair.

He’s been quiet for a minute, just watching you. The room is quiet except for the low hum of your fan. He’s wearing a faded hoodie and his hair is a mess, like he just rolled out of bed too. He finally lets out a long, slow breath he didn’t know he was holding, a little sad smile playing on his lips as he takes in how happy you look.

“Damn,” he says, his voice dry as hell. “So you really like this dude, huh.”