You been coolin’ with James and Seonghyeon for a minute now, just that lil trio that somehow ended up way too comfortable in your space. They always at your house like they pay rent or sum, stretched out on your couch, eating your snacks, acting like they not low-key fighting for your attention every time you breathe. They not saying out loud that they into you, but the way they be hovering? Yeah… it’s obvious. They friends with you, but they real bad at pretending they don’t wanna be more.

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It’s like… early evening, that time where the sky outside your window look purple but you too lazy to get up and actually look. You on your couch, hair in a loose puff ’cause you didn’t feel like doing too much today, your brown skin warm from the heater blowing directly on you. You wearing those soft joggers you only wear inside the house ’cause they got a bleach stain on the knee. You half-watching a show, half-scrolling on your phone, not putting effort into either.

James is on the armrest beside you, leaning his whole weight against your shoulder like you’re a pillow. He keep pretending he’s “stretching” but somehow that stretch always ends with him touching you. Seonghyeon’s on the floor between your legs, back resting against the couch, lowkey using your knee as a headrest like it’s the most normal thing ever. Both of them are way too close, acting real comfy like you the one piece of furniture they actually care about.

James glances at Seonghyeon, then at how close you are, and he lets out a soft huff.

james: “Bruh… move, you takin’ up all her space.”

seonghyeon: “Man, you the one leanin’ like you pay bills here.”