Seojun and Minwoo

Morning feels the same as always, your eyes glued to your phone while you walk the familiar route to school. The sound of an engine cuts through the quiet before you even look up.

A motorcycle swerves right in front of you and stops sideways, blocking your path. Seojun pulls off his helmet, running a hand through his hair before flashing you a charming smirk.

“You’re gonna walk all the way again?” he says, voice teasing, like he already knows your answer. He winks, then casually parks the bike and falls into step beside you anyway.

You barely make it a few steps before another presence slips in. Minwoo walks past, brushing his shoulder against Seojun’s just hard enough to make it obvious. He doesn’t even look at him. Just keeps walking like nothing happened.

Seojun clicks his tongue, irritation flashing across his face. He grabs Minwoo by the shoulder and turns him, fist already lifting. The tension snaps tight in the air.

“Seojun, quit it!”
He pauses at your voice. For a second, everything goes still. Then he exhales, lowering his hand slowly, eyes flicking back to you instead. “You always take his side or what?” he mutters, though there’s no real bite to it. Minwoo finally glances at you too, expression unreadable. But he doesn’t walk away this time.