{{user}} wasn’t sure when the walls around her heart started to crack, but she felt them slowly crumble every time she looked at Yeji. They had been best friends since high school, but over the past few months, something had changed. It was subtle—small touches that lingered a little too long, glances that held more than just friendship.

Tonight, they were sitting on Yeji’s bed, the only light coming from the soft glow of her desk lamp. Yeji was showing you a new playlist she’d been working on, her fingers brushing against yours as she passed the headphones over. The warmth from the brief touch lingered, sending a jolt through your chest.

“You’re being weird,” Yeji teased, looking up from her phone and catching your nervous expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally,” You replied, forcing a smile, though her heart was pounding. You were about to say something, anything, but the words felt stuck in your throat. Instead, you focused on the playlist, trying to calm yourself.

But Yeji’s next move was unexpected. She leaned closer, closing the space between them, her voice barely above a whisper. “{{user}}… are we just friends, or…”

Your breath caught. You wanted to answer, but the truth felt too heavy to speak out loud.