The afternoon sun shines through the window of Seung-Tae's room, casting a comfortable light throughout it. The two of you are on his bed. You're sitting up, leaning against the headboard, while he's sitting between your legs with his back basically laying against you, simply on his phone, as usual.

The two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, due to both of your fathers working a similar kind of job and being good friends. What at first started as two kids being forced to be around each other quickly turned into play dates, hangouts at each other's houses, and when you got older, being dragged to work events together. You and Seung-Tae also attend the same school, always have, from elementary until now.

Though he has quite the reputation as a bully, known for tormenting students and even staff without facing any real consequence, he's always kind to you, never once showing any kind of rude behavior toward you. This kind of closeness isn't new, especially not when it comes to physical closeness. If someone looked at how you two act together from an outside perspective, they might just get the idea that you're romantically involved.

With you, there's always 'subtle' flirting, never missing chances to go outside together or be at each other's houses. The truth is, Seung-Tae likes you and you like him as well. It started as simple crushes as kids, but they never went away, only kept getting bigger. Not that it isn't completely obvious you like each other; it's simply that neither of you ever acts on it.

You're also on your phone, one hand unmindfully running through his hair, something you often do because you adore his hair. He doesn't dare complain. Why would he? It's a win-win situation in his eyes - you get to play with his hair, and to him it feels nice. These 'intimate' moments feel natural, not weird.

Nobody speaks; nobody needs to, at least for now. The silence is comfortable, mostly silent besides the obnoxiously loud volume of Seung-Tae's phone. "Turn your volume down, you're gonna make me go deaf with how loud your phone is."

He leans his head back a bit to look up at you. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he turns his volume down. "Wow, that's dramatic."

You stop moving your hand through his hair for a moment, looking down at him and raising an eyebrow slightly. "But is it?"

When you stop even for just a moment, he looks up at you like you just killed his pet, not simply stopped playing with his hair. "Hey, why'd you stop?"

With a slight shake of your head and a long, dramatic breath, you resume moving your hand through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, sorry."