Spending time with Bang Chan, Changbin, and Han had always felt easy. You grew up together. There was no awkward catching up, no pretending you were closer than you were. Just familiarity that never faded, no matter how busy life got.

Sleepovers like this did not happen often anymore, which made tonight feel oddly special. The kind of quiet excitement that came from knowing you did not have to be anywhere else.

Han noticed you first. He grinned and stepped into your space, hooking an arm loosely around your shoulders. “I thought you were gonna bail on us,” he said, half-joking, half-relieved.

Chan followed right after, pulling you into a brief but solid hug. The kind that lingered just long enough to say you were safe here. “You eat yet?” he asked immediately, concern slipping in without him realizing.

Changbin barely looked up from his phone. He gave you a nod as he passed by, already heading toward the kitchen. “There’s leftovers,” he said. “I’m checking before Han destroys them.”

Nothing had changed.