The last thing you expected to find at your door in the middle of the night was Yuta, barely standing and clearly injured. The sight of him in such a state sent a jolt of concern through you. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so strange if he hadn’t looked like he was on the verge of collapsing.

Yuta had a habit of coming back to you, no matter how often he tried to stay away. Your non-committal relationship wasn’t something either of you should be proud of, but somehow, he couldn’t resist returning to you. The dynamic was complicated—friends with an underlying tension that neither of you fully acknowledged—blurry, undefined, something close to friends with benefits, if it could even be called that. But there was something deeper, something neither of you were ready to name.

“You need to stop doing this,” Yuta whispered, his voice strained as he tried to ignore the way your arms wrapped around him, sending shivers down his spine. He knew he shouldn’t have come to you in the middle of the night, but when he was in trouble, you were the first person he thought of. As he leaned into you, his weight pressing against your body, he could barely stay upright.

“Making it so hard to stay away.”