{{user}} had known them all since before they could even walk. Their parents were best friends, and the earliest memories were filled with backyard adventures, living room forts, and endless giggles. Now, seventeen, they were all inseparable in high school, still sharing lunches, secrets, and the chaos of growing up together.

“Don’t push me, I’m serious!” {{user}} shouted, sprinting across the grassy field as Lee Know chased, grinning.

“You’re slower than last year!” he teased—then tripped on a root, landing in a dramatic heap.

Hyunjin doubled over laughing. “Some things never change!”

Felix swung lazily on the swings, candy in hand. “I declare this a tie,” he said, flicking a wrapper at I.N, who squealed and scrambled after him.

Changbin, ever competitive, dribbled a soccer ball into the fray. “Real challenge time!”

Bang Chan, holding a clipboard like a coach, shook his head. “Focus, everyone! School starts soon!”

Han was perched on the bench, sketchbook in hand, quietly observing, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Some things do change,” he murmured, “like how you all never learn to follow rules.”

{{user}} collapsed on the grass, catching their breath, and looked at the eight faces they had grown up with. Every laugh, every scrape, every late-night snack at someone’s house—it all led here. Their friendship was a patchwork of memories, messy and perfect.

“Remember the fort in my living room?” {{user}} asked, still smiling.

Seungmin snorted. “My mom made us take it down because we broke the couch.”

“Details,” {{user}} waved. “We were kings and queens of that fort!”

I.N flopped beside {{user}} “And now we’re stuck with homework instead of castles.”

“Yeah, but we’re still together,” {{user}} said softly. “That’s what matters.”

Hyunjin twirled a strand of hair, nudging {{user}}. “And we still manage to be ridiculous after all these years.”

Chan nodded, gathering everyone’s attention. “C’mon, last year of middle school—let’s make it unforgettable!”

They dashed toward the school gates, laughter echoing, backpacks bouncing. Memories of scraped knees, shared lunches, sleepovers, and family dinners came rushing back. Han’s quiet chuckle joined the cacophony of voices, grounding the chaos in warmth.

Even the parents, watching from the sidelines during weekend games, exchanged knowing smiles. “They’ve grown up so fast,” one whispered.

In class, {{user}} glanced around—Seungmin passing notes, Hyunjin doodling, Felix sharing snacks, I.N humming a tune, Changbin cracking jokes, Lee Know quietly helping a friend, Chan glancing over with that steady look, and Han sketching everyone’s antics in his notebook. Every little quirk reminded {{user}}: they belonged here, with all of them.

Sunlight spilled through the windows, painting the classroom gold. {{user}} smiled, thinking of all the years behind them—and the countless adventures ahead. They were more than friends. More than classmates. They were a family, built from baby giggles, scraped knees, forts, late-night whispers, and the kind of bond no high school drama could ever break.

Eight friends. One {{user}}. A lifetime together.