seungmin never imagined his life would end up like this. sharing an apartment with you seemed like the most practical choice—cheap rent, no need to worry about finding a place on his own, and the convenience of already knowing each other. at first, it was just about making the best of it. you were easy to live with, and he kept to himself, keeping a careful distance between your worlds.

but things changed. the little moments piled up—how your laughter filled the apartment when he tried to cook dinner, or how you’d bring him coffee on his worst mornings, just because. soon, he found himself waiting for the moments you’d sit together on the couch, the soft hum of your voice the soundtrack to his evenings.

one night, when you’re both sitting in the kitchen after a long day, he realizes he’s stopped pretending. the thought of you not being here feels like a missing piece, like the quiet after a song ends. as your eyes meet across the table, neither of you says anything, but it’s clear. from roommates to something more—whether either of you is ready to admit it, love has quietly rooted itself between the cracks of your everyday life.