We dragged ourselves to Kim's palace after devouring Chinese food. Exhaustion consumed us, and every bite only made us sleepier. The palace had two bedrooms - Jamie's and Jesper's. No guest room, thanks to Uncle Kim's "kids don't need that" philosophy.

I'll grill Jesper about his dad's connection to my missing parents tomorrow. Tonight, we're toast.

But first, the pressing question: where do I crash?

As in, where are we going to sleep?

I glanced over at Jamie, vibing to Kid Laroi's "Girls" on her sleek black headphones. Her eyes were closed, lost in the beat. I shot her a "help, sis" look, raising an eyebrow. She caught on instantly - I was lowkey exhausted and highkey unsure where to crash.

Usually, Jamie's room was my go-to sleepover spot, but Nam Seon Ho was a wild card. Him and Jesper sharing a room? No cap, that wasn't happening, considering the tension between them.

But, it turns out that they have to sleep together.

I'm stuck in this super awkward situation, and I have no clue what to do. Jesper and I are "talking," but let's be real, we're only doing it because we don't want to make things worse for Yeha than they already are. But now that Yeha's not here, I'm sitting in Jesper's room, on his bed, feeling hella uncomfortable.

Jesper's in his own world, parked in his gaming chair, rocking those sleek black headphones, and staring down at the floor with his hair all messed up. He's probably thinking about how to get rid of me, God. I'm just waiting for him to speak, trying not to die from awkwardness.

To distract myself, I glance around his room. Memories flood back - all those Marvel movie marathons we had in here, munching on junk food with the lights off. His desk catches my eye, stacked with books; he's really been grinding on his studies lately.

The silence is deafening. I can hear the soft hum of his computer, the creaks of his chair, and his steady breathing. It's like time's frozen. What's going through his mind? Is he regretting letting me in?

My eyes wander back to Jesper. His expression's unreadable, but his body language screams "leave me alone." I should probably make a move, but my legs feel rooted to his bed.

Suddenly, his headphones come off, and he looks up. Our eyes meet. What now?

I gaze out the window, my mind racing. Seon Ho, the guy I'm no longer speaking to, is sitting on my bed, and we're going to share a roof tonight. I take a deep breath, reminding myself: "This is for Yeha."

My mansion feels suffocating, despite its grandeur. Dad's minimalist philosophy has left us with only two rooms. I sink into my gaming chair, seeking solace in calming melodies. The soft guitar strums and soothing vocals are my therapy.

As I remove my headphones, the silence envelops me. I glance at Seon Ho, his eyes cast downward. "Do you want to sleep?" I ask, breaking the silence.

He nods, his expression unreadable.

"Sleep on the other side of the bed. I'll come later," I instruct, trying to sound calm.

Seon Ho nods again, his silence unsettling. Why won't he speak? I know I'm wrong to cut ties with him, and liking someone isn't a crime. But I just can't - can't be friends with someone who's pursuing Yeha.

The weight of my emotions presses down on me. I stand, walking over to the window, and gaze out into the night. The stars twinkle like diamonds, but my mind remains shrouded in
darkness.

Seon Ho layed on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep. That's just the typical him, falling asleep so freaking fast.

I opened my finance book and began studying since, I haven't studied the entire day.

Studies are a blur as my mind wanders. One thought consumes me: making a move. I'm trying to help Yeha, and she needs me now more than ever. But doubts creep in.

What if Seon Ho tries to impress Yeha or make a move on her? His immaturity might drive him to it. And what if Yeha falls for him? The thought sends a pang through my chest.

I love Yeha deeply, and losing her is unbearable. Who will explain to her that I sacrificed my best friendship for her? The weight of my decision presses down on me.

As I sit in the darkness, the city lights outside cast an eerie glow on my walls. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the ticking clock. My eyes drift to Seon Ho, his gentle breathing a stark contrast to my turbulent thoughts.

I force myself to focus on the present. Yeha's well-being is paramount. But the fear of losing her to Seon Ho lingers, a constant reminder of the risks I've taken.

I settle beside Seon Ho, seeking sleep's escape. But as his arms envelop me, I'm jolted awake.

"Fuck," I whisper,- that's the first time that I swore- the curse escaping my lips.

I almost wanted to cry. Seon Ho's hug unleashes a tidal wave of memories. His warm, familiar scent envelops me, transporting me back to our carefree days.

I miss this - his comforting presence, the security of his friendship. We've shared countless laughs, adventures, and secrets. Why should Yeha come between us?

Regret washes over me. When Seon Ho confessed his feelings for Yeha, I reacted impulsively. And just minutes ago, I labeled him immature, while I was the one thinking selfishly.

This hug shatters my resolve, making me see the error of my ways. We can coexist, even if our hearts beats for the same person.

Seon Ho's gentle breathing soothes my frazzled nerves. His hug, once a familiar haven, now feels precious.

I take a deep breath, letting the tension seep away.

"I miss you, man," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Seon Ho's grip tightens, a silent understanding passing between us.

I hugged him back and we slept.

The next morning, I woke up and saw-