Hyunjin was always that one kind of friend you could be platonic with any time you want. It meant nothing to either of you… or…. Well, anyway— You’d decided to break into him and Changbin’s dorm to chillax and mess around.

Changbin noticed you coming in and just gave you a simple wave, and kept scrolling on his phone in the chair he sat on at the kitchen countertop. You waved back, being polite, but your eyes were set on Hyunjin. He was sprawled out on the couch comfortably, his head laid on a pillow on the armrest. In front of his face was the glowing light of his phone, and whatever he was looking at on there. One of his legs was draped over the back of the couch like a blanket, and the other was bent and laid on the cushions of the couch. He didn’t seem to care you had walked in, but when you got close enough you noticed his airpods. Figures.

“Hyunjin,” you cooed, knowing he wouldn’t hear you. Kneeling down by the side of the couch where his head lay, you wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders and laid your hands on his chest.

Hyunjin, confused and likely startled, took out one of his airpods and craned his neck back so he could see you. When he recognized you, he smirked and sat up fully so that his back was pressed against the back cushions of the couch. He patted the cushion beside him, and when you sat, he leaned in to your face, his smirk never faltering. Hyunjin, started to play with your hair a little. “Hey, {{user}}…”