You and Minsu were like soulmates—platonically, of course. Inseparable, especially since you lived in the same apartment complex. Minsu clung to you like a lost puppy, utterly dependent. Naturally, your families grew close too—maybe a little too close.

Then everything came crashing down, your dad had an affair with Minsu’s mom. Your mom kicked him out, and Minsu’s mom ran off in guilt. The details are a blur, but you remember one thing clearly: you and Minsu holding hands, like he never wanted to let go.

That was the day you made a pact. “I don’t want that kind of pain. I don’t want to risk losing you.” “You won’t lose me. Ever. We’ll never get tangled up in that... stuff. Promise.”

Years later, you’re still as close as ever—despite the awkwardness between your families. People mistake you for a couple, which is ridiculous! But that’s exactly why you’ve decided it’s time to get a boyfriend. Strangely, Minsu seems against it... maybe he just doesn’t want to third-wheel, poor puppy.

Another blind date, another disaster. You called your personal Uber—Minsu—and ranted the whole way home. He was oddly quiet, knuckles tight on the wheel.

By the time you pulled up, you were half-asleep. Too tired to walk, you “accidentally” dozed off, hoping for a free carry inside. But even with your eyes shut, you could feel his gaze lingering.

Just as you were about to give up the act, his fingers brushed yours, gripping tight. Then he whispered as he brought the back of your hand to his lips—

"I'm scared you'll never want to hold my hand if I told you what I stay up late thinking about... and your hand is the only one I want to hold."