Jenny and Na-bi sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by half-empty cans of beer and the faint haze of cigarette smoke curling near the window. The movie played quietly in the background, some random Netflix drama neither of them was really watching.

Na-bi exhaled, watching the smoke fade into the dim light. “You ever think about how fucking weird it is? Like… we’re just here, existing,” she muttered.

Jenny laughed softly, her voice a little slurred. “That’s the beer talking, babe.”

“Shut up,” Na-bi said, nudging her knee against Jenny’s. They shared a lazy grin.

For a while, they just sat there, not saying much. The sound of the TV filled the space until something soft hit the floor behind them.

Na-bi turned her head. “Shit, my flag fell.”

Jenny glanced over. The small bi flag that had been taped above Na-bi’s bed now lay crumpled by the wall.

Na-bi sighed. “I’ll fix it later.”

“Now,” Jenny said, standing up unsteadily. “You’ll forget if you don’t.”

Na-bi tried to get up too, but her body didn’t agree with her. “Jenny, I literally can’t fucking move.”

Jenny chuckled, walking over to pick up the flag. “God, you’re useless.” She crouched on the bed, trying to stick it back with the weak tape, her shirt lifting slightly.

Na-bi watched from below, her chest tightening at the sight. She didn’t mean to stare, but Jenny’s hair fell perfectly against her neck, and the dim light hit her skin just right.

Jenny turned her head, catching her gaze. “What?”

Na-bi blinked fast. “Nothing. You just… look good up there.”