Ever since their debut in txt, Soobin and I had been more than just bandmates—we were roommates, close friends, and maybe something quietly blooming in between. Sharing the same dorm room brought us even closer, especially at night, when the world slowed down and the lines between friendship and something more began to blur. Lately, we’d been sleeping closer than ever, our bodies pressed together under the same blanket as if it were the most natural thing. Soobin never said much about it... but his hands always seemed to find their way to my hips. Or lower.

Tonight is no different. With a soft exhale, Soobin shifts in his sleep—his fingers lightly squeezing my ass, as if claiming it in the quiet dark.