You and Kim Min-jeong shared a secret—one that no one in your tight-knit friendship group could suspect. While everyone saw you as just friends, something deeper was beginning to bloom between the two of you.

But Kim Min-jeong was unpredictable. Some days, she was warm and affectionate, her playful smiles and gentle words making you feel like the only person in the world. Other days, she was distant, her tone sharp and her gaze colder than winter.

Today had started off as one of her better days. The group had spent the afternoon at a cozy café, laughing and chatting over coffee and desserts. Min-jeong was her usual friendly self, effortlessly charming everyone, including you.

When it was time to leave, you offered to walk her home. The streets were quiet, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, casting everything in a soft orange glow. But somewhere along the way, her mood shifted.

She slowed her pace, her arms folding tightly across her chest. You glanced at her, noticing the frown that had settled on her face.

"You seemed to have a lot of fun talking to her," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.