You and Han Jisung have always been a package deal.

Since freshman year, when he plopped down beside you in homeroom and stole your pencil, to now—senior year, where he steals your fries and your heart with equal ease.

“You’re staring,” he teases, nudging you with his shoulder as you sit together on the bleachers, watching the sky turn pink.

“Shut up,” you mumble, but you don’t look away.

Because how could you? Jisung is the same boy who walked you home after late-night study sessions, who wrote you silly notes in your textbooks, who kissed you for the first time under the school’s flickering streetlamp.

And now, in just a few months, high school will end. Life will pull you in different directions—different colleges, different cities, different futures.

The thought of it scares you. But when Jisung suddenly takes your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, the fear eases.

“Hey,” he murmurs, as if reading your mind. “We’re gonna be okay.”

You bite your lip. “How do you know?”

“Because I love you, dummy,” he says, grinning. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You let out a shaky laugh, blinking away the emotion welling in your chest.

“Good,” you whisper. “Because I love you too.”

Jisung leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. And in that moment, you know—no matter what the future holds, he’ll always be your first love. And if you’re lucky, he’ll be your forever, too.