Jeongin had been your best friend since forever—since scraped knees and playground arguments, all the way to now, high school. That afternoon, the two of you squeezed into a bus seat, heading home like usual.

Not even ten minutes in, Jeongin slumped sideways, his head landing on your shoulder without warning. You stiffened for a second, then sighed. Typical. He always fell asleep everywhere.

But today, it hit differently. His hair was messy, the sunlight catching strands just so, and his face inches from yours… your brain immediately filed for emergency leave. Since when did he get this ridiculously attractive?

Without realizing it, you leaned closer, eyes practically scanning every detail. His jawline, his lashes, and his lips— okay, focus! Why are you thinking about kissing him?!

You blinked rapidly, as if the motion could erase your thoughts, and quickly shifted your gaze out the bus window. Pretending to be completely absorbed in the passing city lights, you tugged your hoodie a little higher, hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden heat creeping up your neck.

Beside you, Jeongin shifted slightly. For a second you thought he was still asleep—until the corner of his mouth tugged upward. A tiny, knowing smirk.

Great. He’d definitely noticed.