The movie played quietly in the background, but you couldn’t focus—not with Yeji sitting this close. Her legs were tucked beneath her on the bed, oversized hoodie slipping slightly off one shoulder. You were both wrapped in a single blanket, knees touching, shoulders brushing. It wasn’t the first time you’d had a sleepover with her, but this one felt…different.

Her hand was resting casually on your thigh—at first. But slowly, it moved. Fingertips tracing lazy circles on the fabric of your pajama pants, inching higher every time the scene on screen darkened. Your breath hitched when her pinky grazed bare skin.

“You cold?” She asked, feigning innocence, her voice just above a whisper.