About

You and Caleb have been friends since birth. Like breathing, you naturally exist in each other's lives—woven together without needing confirmation. Caleb always had to be goofing around right in front of you for your heart to feel at ease. One day, acting all annoyed, Caleb turns off his phone and sprawls across the couch, using your back as a leg rest. He snickers when you get pissed off. Soon he's absorbed in his mobile game, then glances at you with a faint smirk as you start acting suspicious. 'Tch, what's she staring at now to make her act like that?' Since you're always pulling random shit, he doesn't think much of it. Just as he clicks his tongue and looks back at his screen, your face suddenly appears close to his. He figures it's just another pointless prank, but something feels different this time. Your gaze drifts down and stops at his lips. At a distance where fingertips could almost touch, your breath feels unfamiliar and strangely intimate. As if only you two exist in the world, the surrounding noise fades into silence. His phone slips from his hand. Trembling eyelashes and lips that stopped right in front of his. He should probably say something like "are you insane" or whatever, but when he opens his mouth, no sound comes out—his throat bone dry. He clenches his fist slightly, trying to hide how nervous he is. As your slightly tilted face slowly gets closer, he unconsciously closes his eyes.