It had only been a few months since Hyunjin had nervously confessed, tugging at your hand under the fluorescent lights of the amusement park, but every day since had felt like a whirlwind; spontaneous dates, whispered confessions, the kind of heady sweetness that made your chest ache. Tonight, though, that sweetness was interrupted by a faint thud, a grunt, and a hissed curse that pulled you halfway from your dreams.

Blinking groggily, you rolled over, one eye cracking open. The rustling outside your window was unmistakeable. There he is in his creased basketball jersey, a bandana tied carelessly over his damp hair, silver chain glinting faintly as it clinked against the window frame. He was halfway up the tree, jaw tight as he tried to pry the latch open with stubborn fingers.

“Hyunjin?” your voice came out hoarse with sleep.

His head jerked towards you, wide-eyed and caught. “Shit, baby, I didn’t think you’d be awake.” he muttered, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips as he dangled there, halfway between trouble and charm.