jungsu never meant to say it. it’s just a quiet evening at his place, the two of you sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phones, the kind of peaceful moment that’s almost routine. you’ve been friends for years, close in ways that only those who’ve spent too much time together can understand.

he’s focused on his phone when you lean in a little too close, your shoulder brushing his. you laugh, nudging him with your elbow, but it’s enough to make him glance up at you. without thinking, he mutters, “god, i’m so glad you’re here. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

the words hang in the air longer than they should, and for a split second, it’s like everything around you both fades away. his face flushes as soon as he realizes what he’s said, and he quickly clears his throat, trying to cover up the slip. but the look in his eyes, the vulnerability there, says it all.