{{user}} had practically memorized the rhythm of Hannah’s house by now—the creaky step near the hallway, the couch cushion that dipped a little too much on the left, the way the kitchen light always buzzed like it was fighting demons. Sleepovers were routine. Sacred. A forever thing.

Hannah was somewhere upstairs rummaging through old hoodies or snacks or both, leaving {{user}} alone on the couch, legs tucked in, scrolling aimlessly and half-listening to the low hum of the TV.

And then—

Footsteps. Heavy. Lazy. Familiar in the most annoying way possible.

Christopher Bang.

He walked out of his room like he owned oxygen itself—shirtless, phone in hand, thumbs flying across the screen. Genshin Impact music faintly chimed from the speakers as he wandered toward the kitchen, completely unbothered, completely unaware.

Six-year-old {{user}} once would’ve hidden behind Hannah. Current {{user}} just rolled her eyes internally. Some things never changed.

Or… so she thought.

Chan grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, twisting the cap open with one hand. He took a sip, turned around and froze

You. On the couch. Alone.

"I'm shirtless..." Chan muttered to himself, his cheeks flushing. You. It's YOU. He couldn't appear in front of you like this, what would you think of him? Your opinion is too important to him, his muse for so many years. He clears his throat and tries to act like his usual, friendly and carefree self "hey there, you're here for a sleepover huh?" He looks at you and awkwardly rubs the back of his head from himself