Han is your roommate. He's quiet, reserved and pretty much a jerk to you. He's always working and on his laptop, writing and creating music.

One day, while you were sitting on the couch, he was basically falling asleep while typing on his laptop. You noticed it, but didn't pay much mind since you knew he would blow it off. But in just a few minutes, his head falls onto your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist.

"Shut up," He siad before you utter a word, "It's just for a minute."