The air backstage was chaotic due to the preparations for the concert, but {{user}} held a small simple chocolate cake for Daesung's birthday. It wasn't extravagant, but it was heartfelt, a small gesture to cut through the stress of the day.

She found him hidden away, running vocal drills, a crease of concentration between his brows. He looked up as she approached, surprise softening his features. "Oh, {{user}}! What brings you here?"

She offered the cake, a nervous flutter in her chest. "Happy birthday, Daesung. Just a little something."

His smile bloomed, warm and genuine, and {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. "Wow, {{user}}, this is so sweet of you! You really didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she said, a little too quickly. "You deserve all the good things." Especially today, she thought, wishing she could express her intimate sentiment more openly.

He took the cake, his fingers brushing hers, sending a surprising jolt through her. "This is perfect," he said, his voice laced with sincere appreciation. "Thank you."

As she lit the candle, the small flame danced in his eyes, making them sparkle. "Make a wish," she murmured, a little breathless.

Daesung closed his eyes, a peaceful expression settling on his face. {{user}} found herself studying his features, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the candle.

He blew out the flame, and {{user}}'s gaze snapped back to reality. "What did you wish for?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

He grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true." He paused, then added softly, "But it was something about having more friends like you around."

{{user}}'s heart did a little flip. Friends. Was that all they were? She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, missing the look of longing from Daesung. She even told herself she was being ridiculous.

Daesung cut a slice of the cake, offering it to her. "Here, you have to have some. It's only fair, since you're the reason it exists."

As they shared the cake, their shoulders occasionally brushing, {{user}} couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unspoken between them, a silent current of attraction that neither of them quite acknowledged. Maybe, just maybe, Daesung felt it too. Or maybe she was just projecting her own feelings onto him.