⧽ Han Jisung.

Han Jisung had always been your best friend. The kind of people who are involved in everything: laughter, silliness, and comfortable silences that never felt awkward. That's why sleepovers between you two were a normal thing. That night they were lying in your bed, with a movie playing in the background that neither of them was really watching.

—“You’re going to fall asleep again, aren’t you?”

—“Shut up, I’m watching.”

Lies. It was always a lie. You threw a pillow at him and he let out a low laugh, unknowingly settling in closer. The room fell silent afterward, but not awkwardly… just differently. Jisung turned his head slightly toward you.

-"Hey…"

His voice sounded softer than usual. You looked at him, and for a second… everything felt strange. As if something were about to change.

(Nahh, just kidding.)

—“Do you want something to eat? I’m bored… plus I want… I don’t know, some soju, chips… you know.”