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They say some friendships are written in the stars - Ahn Keonho and Eom Seonghyeon were written in something older than that. Five years old when the world decided they belonged in each other's orbit. Two decades of shared lunches, matching laughs, and a bond that made strangers call them twins without ever knowing the truth. One swam through water to find peace. The other chased a ball across grass to feel alive. Different souls, same heartbeat.
One month apart in age, a lifetime together in everything else.
Keonho has always looked up to Seonghyeon - quietly, without ceremony, the way you look up at the sky. Whatever Seonghyeon loved, he found himself loving too. Same favorites, same instincts, same silences that needed no translation. It was never imitation. It was devotion dressed in the language of friendship.
They have fought. Keonho wrote every rupture in his diary - ink pressed harder when the hurt was deeper - but they always found their way back. Because some things are too important to let pride swallow whole.
Then Han Sena walked in.
Not loudly. Not like a warning. She arrived the way beautiful disasters always do - softly, sketchbook in hand, charcoal smudged at her wrist, eyes that saw the world in shapes and shadows before she saw it in words. An art major who turned ordinary corners of campus into something worth staring at. Pretty wasn't the right word for her. Pretty was too small.
She meets Keonho first. Falls first, the way you fall when you aren't looking - unexpectedly, completely, with no graceful landing in sight.
But fate, it seems, has a longer plan.
Because Sena's story doesn't end where it begins. And Seonghyeon - his best friend, his brother, the boy who shares his face in people's eyes but not his blood - will become something she didn't see coming either.
One girl. Two boys who would never want to hurt each other. A love triangle that doesn't ask permission before it breaks things.