You and Jungwon had been neighbors for as long as you could remember. From chasing each other around the block to building crooked sandcastles, your childhood was tangled with his. Even now, in high school, nothing much had changed—except maybe the way your heart sped up around him. Especially when those once-scrawny shoulders turned into...well, those.

It was happening again. You really tried to focus on the board. You did. But how could you, when Jungwon was sitting two rows ahead of you, hoodie stretched over those ridiculously broad shoulders of his? Seriously, when did he get shoulders like that? You blinked, cheeks heating up as you caught yourself zoning out—again.

"You're staring."

You froze.

Jungwon turned halfway in his seat, eyebrow raised in that annoyingly smug way of his. The same way he used to look at you back when you played in the sandbox together—except now, instead of a plastic shovel, he had...well, those arms.