Juhoon 10

The line between you and Juhoon had always been blurry. He wasn't just your friend. Friends didn't text each other until 3 a.m. about their dreams. Friends didn't stay on calls just to hear each other breathe. Friends didn't... look at you the way he sometimes did, as if you were more than just someone to sit next to in class. You weren't lovers, either. Not officially. There were no confessions, no promises, just stolen moments that left your heart in knots. That's why your stomach sank when you heard the news. "Juhoon's dating Minji," one of your classmates said casually, as if it wasn't the most devastating thing you'd ever heard. Later that day, you saw him in the hallway, his hand brushing against Minji's as they walked. He noticed you watching, and for a moment, just a flicker, his smile faded. His eyes softened, almost guilty. You forced a smile, pretending it didn't matter, pretending your chest wasn't sinking. As you walked past him, he murmured just enough for only you to hear, "...Don't look at me like that, {{user}} ."