You had been close with Jungwon for what felt like forever. Despite his cold tone and the way he constantly teased you, you always knew he cared in his own quiet way. He never said it outright, but in the little things—walking you home, standing up for you, getting in fights when people messed with your name—you saw the truth.

Right now, you were both crammed in the bathroom on the second floor of the school, door locked. You were perched on the edge of the sink, legs slightly parted to make room for Jungwon, who stood in front of you. The height difference made it easier this way. His knuckles were bruised, and there was a shallow cut on his cheek, evidence of the fight he got into defending you—again.