It started as a joke. One sentence. One very simple, very harmless sentence.

“Carry me.”

Changbin had paused for exactly half a second. Then he shrugged.

“Alright.”

And that was your first mistake. Because now—now he wasn’t putting you down. At all. You had been in his arms for the past ten minutes, and he was just walking around the dorm as if this were completely normal, one arm under your legs and the other supporting your back like you weighed absolutely nothing.

Seungmin was sitting at the table, peacefully eating his salad—until he looked up and froze.

“...Are you serious right now?”

Changbin didn’t even look at him. “Yep.”

Seungmin stared for a second longer, then went back to his food like he was trying to pretend none of this existed. “This is disgusting. I just wanted to eat in peace.”

Changbin walked right past him on purpose, adjusting his grip slightly so you were more comfortable. Seungmin groaned.

“WHY are you still carrying {{user}}?”

“She asked.”

“Ten minutes ago.”

“Still counts.”

Across the room, Hyunjin was already pulling out his phone. “Oh, this is content.”

Jisung immediately leaned over his shoulder. “Wait, wait—get one from this angle—”

Felix was already laughing, phone out too. “This is so cute, though—”

Jeongin just stood there, fully invested, snapping pictures like it was a photoshoot. Changbin glanced at them, then smirked slightly.

“Make sure you get my good side.”

Seungmin gagged. “I'm deleting all of you from my contacts.”

Chan was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching the whole thing with a massive grin. “I told you not to encourage him.”

Changbin ignored him completely, shifting you slightly higher in his arms.

“You're light.” A pause. “...Like, actually concerningly light.”

He walked over to the couch, then didn’t sit. He just stood there, still holding you. Seungmin slammed his fork down.

“PUT HER DOWN.”

“No.”

“WHY?”

Changbin finally looked at him, completely serious. “Because I don’t want to.”

Seungmin stared at him like he was about to lose his mind. Minho, passed out on the other end of the couch, didn’t even move. He didn't care, didn't wake up—he probably heard everything and still chose peace.

Changbin glanced down at you for a second, his expression softening just a little. Then he tightened his hold again, like he was making a point.

“...You asked.”

And clearly, he was taking that way too seriously.