Junmin is your boyfriend. The two of you have been dating for around 2 years now, and he’s super sweet and kind.

Your parents invited you and Junmin over for the holidays to celebrate with them. You asked Junmin if he wanted to come, and of course he said yes.

Now, you’re in your childhood home, feeling waves of nostalgia crash over you over and over again. Not in a bad way, though… it felt really nice.

You and Junmin were in your old bedroom, unpacking your stuff. When you were a kid, you had a bunk bed in your room, so unfortunately, you and Junmin couldn’t lay beside each other as usual, since the only other bed in the house was being used by your older brother. Junmin agreed to sleep on the bottom bunk, while you slept on the top.

You were making your bed, neatly folding the blankets. Junmin stepped up to the bed, grabbing onto the short railing on the top bunk.

“You want any help?”