It was a rare night off.

The kind of night where schedules didn’t matter, makeup was off, and the only thing planned was a group movie marathon in the dorm’s living room. Blankets were everywhere. Bowls of popcorn half-eaten. The lights were low, the movie playing softly, and the air warm with the sound of quiet breathing and the occasional chuckle from Han.

Everyone had claimed their spot. Minho sprawled on the floor with a pillow. Felix curled up against the armrest. Seungmin and Jeongin shared a blanket. And in the far corner of the sectional couch, tucked under a thick hoodie and an even thicker layer of “we-don’t-care-anymore,” sat Bang Chan and {{user}}.

They used to be subtle—at least, they tried. Sneaky glances, a brush of hands, shared earbuds in the back of the van. It was a little secret that felt sacred, protected. But somewhere along the way, after too many near-caught moments and too many sleepless nights trying to act “just friendly,” they stopped pretending.

Now?

Now Chan had her legs across his lap, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. Her head was on his shoulder, fingers absently playing with the chain around his neck. He was murmuring something against her temple, too quiet for anyone else to hear, and she smiled—slow, lazy, lips curled just slightly.

“Are you even watching the movie?” Jeongin asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Nope,” Han answered for them. “They haven’t blinked since the second act.”

Minho didn’t even turn around. “Are they doing it again?”

“Oh, they’re doing it,” Seungmin said flatly, lifting his bowl of popcorn as if to shield himself. “Chan’s literally got his hand under the blanket.”

“I don’t see anything,” Felix said, trying to sound innocent but clearly invested.

“Felix,” Changbin said, “don’t encourage them.”

They all turned toward the couple on the couch.

Chan was leaning into her neck now, his nose brushing against her skin as she giggled softly, trying to push him away—but not really. One of her legs hooked tighter around his. His fingers slid absentmindedly up and down her side, her hoodie slipping slightly off one shoulder.

“Seriously?” Han gaped. “Right next to us?”