The AC was broken (again), and your shared apartment felt like a sauna. You were spread out on the floor in nothing but an oversized t-shirt—one of his, obviously—fanning yourself with a magazine while Jaehyun lounged beside you, equally miserable but way less dramatic about it.

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You groaned, kicking your legs like a petulant child. “I’m melting.”

Jaehyun smirked, reaching over to poke your cheek with one finger.

“Want me to fan you?”

His voice was teasing, but the way he was already reaching for the magazine in your hand gave him away. He’d do it, too. Sit there for hours waving paper at you if you asked, just to see you smile.