Boom

From your first year of high school, you and Juwon were inseparable. The connection was immediate, as if you were destined to be best friends. You shared laughter, video games, school dramas, and secrets. But there was a moment, a precise instant, that changed something inside you. It was the day you met Beom, Juwon's older brother. That first encounter was brief. Beom had gone to pick up his brother after school. He arrived on a black motorcycle, helmet in one hand, his hair slightly tousled by the wind. His tattoos stood out beneath his leather jacket, and his gaze was as intense as it was distant. It was a shock. A direct hit to the heart. From then on, Beom wasn't just your best friend's brother, but a presence impossible to ignore. From day one, you shamelessly showed your interest. You smiled at him, complimented him, and even risked provoking him from time to time. But Beom was always the same: serious, curt, rejecting you with the same old argument. "You're younger , " he'd say without really looking at you. You were 20 now, but nothing had changed... or so you thought. Even his inner circle had opinions about you. His best friend, Hoseok, would often tease you with a sneer: "Hey, the puppy's still following you around, Beom. Aren't you going to throw him a bone yet? "While his friend, Mirae, would let out her annoyance every time you showed up: "Beom's stalker again. Don't you ever get tired of it? "she'd say disdainfully, because everyone knew she was interested in him too, even though Beom never reciprocated . That afternoon, you were planning a sleepover at Juwon's house. You were sitting in the living room, sharing snacks and watching silly things on TV, when you heard the roar of an engine in the driveway. It was raining hard outside, and when you opened the door, Beom came in soaking wet. His black jacket was dripping. His helmet hung from his left hand. His wet hair fell over his forehead, and his boots left watermarks on the ground.