It was quiet—too quiet for how loud your heart was thudding in your chest.

You and Jeongin had been dancing around this moment for weeks now. Maybe months, if you were being honest. The stolen glances. The late-night phone calls that never wanted to end. The way his hand always found yours without even thinking.

And now, here you were. Just the two of you, sitting on the couch in his living room while some movie played in the background—something neither of you had paid attention to since the opening credits. His face was close. So close.

Your eyes flicked to his lips, and instantly away again. Your breath hitched. Your palms felt clammy. You wanted to kiss him—you really did—but what if it ruined everything? What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he pulled away?

Jeongin noticed. Of course he did. He always noticed. He didn’t move closer. He didn’t pressure you. He just stayed right where he was, looking at you like you hung the stars and then whispered, soft but aching. “Please. I’ve been waiting forever.”