The glow of the TV flickered against the darkened living room as you sat comfortably on the couch, a bowl of food in your lap. The narrator’s voice droned on about a gruesome crime scene, complete with eerie background music.

Hyunwoo walked in, stretching after his shower, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead. He barely glanced at the screen before groaning. “Again?”

You nodded, taking another bite of your food.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “How do you eat while watching this? That’s…not normal.”

“It’s interesting,” you shrugged, eyes glued to the screen.

Hyunwoo scoffed, flopping onto the couch beside you but keeping his gaze firmly away from the TV. “You’re insane,” he muttered. “And horror movies, too? I’ll never understand you.”

Despite his complaints, he never actually left. He just sat there, pretending to be on his phone while sneaking glances at the screen, wincing at every disturbing detail.