The living room was lit only by the glow of your phone propped up against a stack of books, recording for TikTok. The beat of “Suave - Remix” pulsed through the speakers, filling the apartment with that infectious Spanish rhythm that made it almost impossible to sit still. You had been waiting all week to try this trend, planning your moves and psyching yourself up for the finale — the part where you were supposed to throw your butt in a circle.

You glanced at yourself in the screen, fixing your shirt, smirking. This is gonna hit. My For You page is not ready.

“Yo, what are you doing?” Fanum’s voice cut in, teasing but suspicious as he leaned on the doorway, arms folded across his chest.

You grinned at him. “Trend. It’s the Suave - Remix. Everybody’s doing it.”

Fanum raised an eyebrow, walking closer with that mischievous look you knew too well. “Mhm. And what exactly does this trend require, huh?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, trying not to laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Just… don’t get mad.”

The song built up, and you hit the first moves perfectly, bouncing along with the rhythm. Fanum was watching, smirking at first — until you reached the part. You turned slightly, bent your knees, ready to go all in.

And then—two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Nah.” Fanum’s voice was low and firm in your ear, but you could hear the laugh hiding in it. “Ain’t no way you about to do that on camera.”