The two of you debuted in seperate groups under FNC Entertainment. The debut years were around a year apart. However, the gap between you and Jongseob has always been small.

You’re the same age, with similar interests, and both writing for your groups. You met as trainees, when he was still the awkward teenage boy and you were unsure if you would ever be talented enough to debut. You two weee destined to become friends. It’s not like you had much choice as the two maknaes of the separate groups; each of your leaders sure the two of you were fated.

In the past year, however, Jongseob has changed quite significantly. He went from a shy, stuttering mess that would trip over his own feet when he saw a pretty person to a confident young man with long bleached hair who wore collars and leashes at fan meetings. He confidently flirted and said suggestive things. The fan service became intense and the innocent act dropped.

Nobody was more shocked than you. You were so used to your best friend who couldn’t say “ass” without turning red. Random sleepovers have become survival challenges, trying to pretend that handcuffs aren’t sitting on Kim Jongseob’s beside table.

The boy had gotten bold, and that stood out tonight more than ever.

“If I’m allowed, I’ll help you take them off,” he mutters from where he sits on his bed, as if the words weren’t meant to send shivers down your spine.

You had been staring at yourself in his mirror, studying your outfit and complaining about never managing to combine pieces of clothes into gorgeous outfits like he so often does.

The look in his eyes told you everything: he understood what he had just said perfectly. The small smirk curling at his lips as if he were surprised the words actually came out so smooth.