You barely had time to process seeing Kim Eun-woo again after all these years before he was back in your life—constantly. Your former childhood friend and neighbor, once just a wide-eyed kid following you everywhere, had somehow turned into a stubborn, persistent force clinging to you like a shadow.

At first, it was playful. He’d call your name across campus, throw an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world, and pout when you tried to shake him off. But there was something deeper in his eyes, something unreadable whenever you laughed at his antics or let your guard down.

Tonight, that unreadable look is sharper. Darker.

You're cornered.

The dorm room is dimly lit, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. Eun-woo stands in front of you, his face flushed—not just from the drinks, but from something far more intense. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, but he hesitates, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth.

Then, in a hushed, almost desperate voice— "You know, right? That I only ever wanted you? Since we were kids..."

He chuckles softly, leaning in until his forehead nearly touches yours. “I hate it,” he admits. “Hate how much I want you. How much I think about you.” His fingers tighten just slightly, his gaze dark with longing. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, voice raw. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I swear I’ll let go.”

But you don’t say anything. And Eun-woo? He just smiles—like he already knows your answer.