Inspired by Songs.......Gongfourz Oneshots (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's nice to have a friend

Call my bluff, call you "babe"
Have my back, yeah, everyday
Feels like home, stay in bed
The whole weekend

The final bell rang, its echo cutting through the crisp winter air. Students poured out of the school building in a chaotic wave, their laughter and chatter fading as they scattered toward home. Leehan lingered by his locker, adjusting his scarf, the soft wool scratching his neck.

"Hey," came a familiar voice, smooth and tinged with mischief.

Leehan turned to find Taesan leaning against the wall, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. His black hair was damp from the melting snowflakes that clung to it, and the faint flush on his cheeks made him look softer than usual.

"Walk me home?" Taesan's words were casual, but the way his eyes met Leehan's felt like an invitation to something more.

Leehan tried to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "Sure."

The two boys stepped outside into the snowfall, their breaths visible in the freezing air. They walked side by side down the icy sidewalk, boots crunching against the packed snow.

"You're quiet today," Taesan said, nudging Leehan's shoulder lightly.

Leehan shrugged, his gaze fixed ahead. "Just tired."

They didn't need to fill the silence. It was the kind of quiet that felt safe, like the warmth of a familiar blanket on a cold night.

Suddenly, Leehan stopped, crouching to pick something up from the snow. He held up a single glove, damp and slightly torn. "Guess I dropped this earlier," he muttered.

"Here," Taesan said, pulling off one of his own gloves and handing it over without a second thought.

Leehan hesitated, staring at the glove. It was warm from Taesan's hand, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric. Slowly, Leehan took it, his fingers brushing Taesan's in the process.

"Thanks," Leehan said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind.

"Don't mention it."

They continued walking, their steps falling into sync.

Later that evening, Leehan found himself sprawled on Taesan's bedroom floor, the glow of the TV flickering across the room. They were halfway through their fifth round of a fighting game, the controllers hot in their hands.

"You're terrible at this," Taesan teased, his character easily landing another hit.

Leehan rolled his eyes. "I'm letting you win."

"Sure you are."

As the match ended, Taesan set his controller aside and grabbed something from his desk. He tossed it toward Leehan, who caught it clumsily.

It was a folded piece of paper.

Leehan raised an eyebrow. "What's this?"

"Just read it," Taesan said, his tone light but his eyes serious.

Unfolding the note, Leehan read the single sentence written in Taesan's messy handwriting: Do you ever think about us?

Leehan's chest tightened, the words sending a rush of heat to his face. He glanced up, but Taesan was staring at the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the post-game stats.

Grabbing a pen from the floor, Leehan scribbled a quick response: Every day.

He tossed the note back, his heart pounding as he watched Taesan read it. For a moment, neither of them spoke, but the unspoken words hung heavy in the air.