Chan was over at your house again, it’d become a daily thing after the finals week.

He was laying in between your legs on his back, one hand of his wrapped around you thigh and drawing patterns on it, and the other wrapped around your other thigh, holding his phone as he was scrolling through social media, and your hand massaging his hair and holding your own phone.

A few minutes later, you were both just scrolling on your own phones, when there was a notification on his phone, it was an Instagram DM, it said, “Hey, I just saw your account, and I think you’re really cute. I don’t see a ring on your finger, can we exchange numbers?”.

He looked up at you.

“What should I reply?” he asked.