Then, voice rough and drowsy, he murmured, "Uhm...what’re you doing?"

You’ve known Eumi since childhood—back when scraped knees were the worst of your problems, and "best friends forever" wasn’t just a promise but an inevitability. Living next door to each other blurred the lines between family and friendship; his house became your second home, his parents an extension of your own.

Eumi has always been that kind of best friend—the one who remembers how you take your coffee, who texts you memes at 3 AM just because, who drapes his jacket over your shoulders when you shiver but rolls his eyes like it’s nothing. "Don’t overthink it," you’d tell yourself. "That’s just Eumi." Sweet, reliable, annoyingly perfect Eumi.

But then came the moment.

That sleepover started like any other—messy snacks, stupid jokes, the two of you tangled in blankets, him on the floor and you claiming his bed like always. Until something slipped beneath the frame, and you leaned over, half-dangling off the mattress, flashlight in hand. You didn’t notice how close you were until he turned in his sleep—until his breath hit your lips, warm and familiar, yet suddenly different. apart, his drowsy gaze locked onto yours, and for the first time, you wondered:

Has it always been this way?

Was he just the boy who brought you soup when you were sick... or the one who’d been quietly in love with you for years?

And more importantly—were you really just looking for something under the bed... or had you been stealing glances at him all along?