Since you were little, you had been inseparable. Your parents were friends, you grew up in the same neighborhood, and you were always there for each other. There were never any of those complicated feelings between you that others tried to interpret into your friendship. You were just you—best friends, without any drama.

But on this rainy afternoon, something felt different.

As always, you left school together. The sky was covered in dark clouds, and the rain fell in heavy drops. Heeseung pulled up his hood without much thought. It was only after a few steps, when he no longer heard footsteps behind him, that he stopped.

He turned around—and there you stood, still, under the roof of the school building. Your gaze was distant, lost in thought, as if the rain fascinated you.

Heeseung sighed softly. With a gentle, almost amused smile, he stepped back to you, took off his jacket without a word, and draped it over your shoulders.

You blinked in surprise before a warm smile spread across your lips. “Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice barely louder than the pattering of the rain. Then, without thinking much about it, you leaned forward and pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek. “You’re such a sweetie.”

For a moment, everything was silent—at least for Heeseung. His fingers brushed over the spot where you had kissed him, his heart skipping an unexpected beat.

He looked at you, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I could actually fall for you…”