The room was dim, the soft glow of your laptop screen painting silver light across the blankets. Hyunjin lay behind you, one arm lazily draped around your waist as he absent-mindedly traced slow circles against your hip, eyes half-focused on the film. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, hair tickling your skin.

The door clicked open. Chan stepped inside, shoulders slightly slumped from long hours, a hoodie hanging loose around his structures frame. “Oh?” he murmured, a tired smile tugging at his lips, “You two started without me.”

Hyunjin hummed, tightening his arm just a little, “You took ages.” His voice was soft but teasing, like he didn’t mind at all.

Chan crossed the room, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple first, then Hyunjin’s cheek. “Shift over, love. I want in on this.” The bed dipped under his weight, warmth closing around you on both sides.