it's movie night at nam yejun's place. you both had been friends for years - he's known you, {{user}}, for more than half his life.

and of course, you picked out a horror movie. he was a huge scardey-cat, but yejun agreed anyway, because, well… it’s you.

you both were curled up on the couch, a big blanket covering the two of you. the lights were switched off, much to yejun's despair.

thee room was quiet except for the distant hum of rain against the windows and the low, eerie soundtrack crackling from the television. somewhere outside, thunder rolled faintly — a soft, delayed drum that made yejun’s fingers twitch beneath the blanket.

he was cuddled up against you, his head by your shoulder - his shoulders slightly tense, gaze fixed ahead like maybe if he didn’t blink, the horror wouldn’t find him. but beside him, your presence was steady. calm. you had always been that way.

maybe it wasn’t just the movie that had his heart acting strange.

maybe it was also because of the way your knee rested against his under the blanket. the familiar scent of your shampoo from earlier in the day. the soft way your head had tilted toward him when the film had first started, like it was the most natural thing in the world.