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Fete - Chapter 11

SUNOO'S POV

These days I have been finding myself thinking more about Heeseung hyung, more often than I intended to. It had only been a month since we began this… whatever it was.

Not quite a relationship, not quite nothing either. There were no labels, no boundaries, just us.

Sometimes, it felt like we were more than just friends, the way he showered me with attention, sneaked into my apartment at odd hours or how I ended up at his place late at night.

No one knew—at least, I thought no one knew. Jungwon, Jay hyung, all of them were oblivious—or so I wanted to believe. It was fun hiding it at first, but the thrill of sneaking around quickly became overshadowed by something else.

A feeling that crept in late at night, one that confused me more than I wanted to admit. But when I was with him, I couldn’t help but smile, laugh, feel comfortable. We had something, but I didn’t know what it was yet. Did it matter?

Heeseung hyung was… he was like me, and yet he wasn’t. I think that’s what made me feel so close to him. We’d spend hours together doing nothing and everything all at once.

We both loved spicy food—who could handle the heat better became a daily competition. His music taste? Practically identical to mine. And we both had strong opinions about things we liked, like our favorite artists, movies, or the way we took our ramen.

But he was also a little different—quirky in his own way. And it was in those differences that I found myself getting attached to.

Even when we argued, it never lasted long. I’d storm off annoyed but within hours, Heeseung hyung would show up at my door, sheepish and apologetic. He was always the first to say sorry and it made me feel warm inside. Like I mattered to him more than his own pride.

I think that’s when I realized—this wasn’t just attachment anymore. It wasn’t love, not yet, but it was somewhere in between. Some middle ground that I couldn’t quite figure out.

When we spent nights watching horror movies, I found myself grinning more than being scared. Heeseung hyung would cower behind me, hiding his face in his palms, pretending like he wasn’t terrified and I’d tease him endlessly for it.

“Hyung! Are you really that scared?” I’d laugh, and he’d pout embarrassed only for me to pull him close again because, despite everything, I liked him being that close. I liked the way he’d squeeze my arm during a scary scene or how he’d laugh nervously afterward.

I liked everything about him—almost everything. But I still couldn’t call it love. Not yet. And that’s what confused me the most.

The others noticed too, especially Jungwon. One day, while working on a class project together, he brought it up. I didn’t expect it, but then again, Jungwon was always perceptive.

Him and I sat on the floor of my apartment, papers scattered around us. The project was nearly finished and our conversation had drifted away from schoolwork. I was sprawled out on my stomach, flipping through notes absentmindedly when Jungwon suddenly asked, “You like Heeseung hyung, right?”

His voice was casual, but it hit me like a truck. I felt my heart skip a beat, my hand pausing mid-page turn. I glanced at him, forcing a nervous smile as I tried to play it off. “Why do you ask that?” I mumbled scratching the back of my head, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “We all know something’s going on between you and Heeseung hyung. There’s no need to hide it.”

His words made my stomach flip. All of them knew? How? I thought I’d been careful—though deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. I shifted, feeling uncomfortable, my thoughts racing.