“Do you think we’ll remain best friends when one of us gets married in the future?” Seulgi asked absentmindedly, her eyes lost, studying Taeyong’s facial features.

“I won’t get married if you promise not to get married.” Taeyong answered, closing his eyes.

“That’s impossible.” Seulgi replied in a quiet voice. She raised a hand and gently ran her fingertips along Taeyong’s cheek earning a soft hum from the boy. “I know you’ll fall in love eventually.”

“I already have.”