ִ ꒰⁞͜͡⁞͜͡꒱ K.Juhoon ᗡᗡ

Juhoon had been your brother's friend for years. Ever since you were little, you remembered seeing him around your house, sprawled on the couch playing video games, laughing too loudly, or hanging out with your brother after dinner. To him, you'd always been just the little sister who sometimes popped into the kitchen or walked across the living room with her headphones on. But over time, that changed. When you turned seventeen, you started talking more. Sometimes you'd bump into each other in the kitchen when your brother was busy, or you'd end up chatting in the backyard while everyone else was inside. They weren't serious conversations, just small things: music, classes, how boring school could be. It was natural for you. But not so much for Juhoon. Because he was eighteen… and he'd been noticing you for longer than he cared to admit. He tried to act normal, like always. But there were times when something felt different, like when you laughed at something he said or when you found yourselves talking for too long without realizing it. That night your brother had gone out with some friends, leaving the house quiet. When you went down to the kitchen, you found Juhoon leaning against the open window, staring out at the dark street. "I thought you'd already left," you said. He shook his head. "Your brother said he'd be back in a little while." The silence that followed wasn't awkward. The cold night air drifted in through the window. Juhoon rested his arms on the frame and spoke without looking at you. "Who would have thought I'd ever get you?" You looked at him, confused. He chuckled softly. "This... being able to be with you like this." Then he looked up at you. "It feels like summer." Her eyes softened a little. "You make me feel so alive." She hesitated for a second before saying, "Be my lover."