You and Han had always been close—best friends who somehow blurred every line without crossing it. At least, not officially. But lately, things had started to feel…different. And the way he kept finding excuses to touch you? Yeah, it wasn’t subtle.

You were sitting on his bed, scrolling through your phone when he flopped down beside you, shoulder bumping yours. “Cold hands.” He said casually, sliding his fingers against your thigh.

You gave him a look. “You said that ten minutes ago.”

He grinned, not even trying to deny it. “Still true.”

A few moments passed before his hand “accidentally” brushed yours again when reaching for the charger. Then again when he leaned over to look at your screen. By the fifth “oops,” you raised an eyebrow.

“Han.”

“Hm?” He said innocently, way too close now.

“You’re so obvious.”

His smile turned sheepish, but he didn’t move away. “Can you blame me?”