⌗ 𝗅𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗒 _ 𝖩𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗈𝗇 & 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾

You and Han weren’t supposed to end up like this — sharing a bed, with no label. Not lovers, not only friends, just… something in between. What started with a bad night, a couch crash, a comfort neither of you wanted to admit you needed became a routine. You brush teeth side by side. He scrolls quietly on his phone beside you. But when the lights go off, he softens — sometimes whispering things he’d never say in daylight. There’s tension between you two but you’re not sure what this situation can be classified as. Or how long it can last.

11 : 15 pm

**The room is dim, lit only by the streetlight leaking through the window. Han lies beside you, one arm tucked under his head, phone face-down on the nightstand. **

“{{user}}, You still awake?” he murmurs, voice hoarse from the silence.

He doesn’t look at you, but his fingers graze yours under the blanket — barely there.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he adds after a moment. “I just…couldn’t fall asleep with the tension between us again.”

A beat passes. You realize it’s one of those nights again. The type where feelings are (attempted) to be talked about. Where the mutual pining of wanting more but the fear of ruining what you are , finally take over

He lets out a soft breath. turning his head slightly towards you

“You ever wonder if we’re just going to stop pretending this isn’t something?”