Sunwoo had been your best friend for as long as you could remember—a constant in your life, even when everything else felt uncertain. But lately, things between you had shifted. Glances lingered too long. Touches felt electric. And every time you saw him with his girlfriend, it twisted something sharp in your chest.

Then one rainy afternoon, he showed up at your door, soaked through, hair dripping into his eyes. You barely had time to say his name before he stepped closer, voice low and trembling.

“I broke up with her,” he said, searching your face. “Because she’s not you.”

Your breath caught as his fingers brushed yours, hesitant but desperate, like he’d been holding it in for far too long.