It was already late when you brought Minho over for sleepover. Unlike the small, crowded dorm he shared with a roommate, {{user}}’s place felt spacious and open, every corner neat but lived-in. Minho couldn’t help but glance around in quiet awe, compared to his own room, this felt less like a student’s home and more like a place someone could really belong to. He set his overnight bag carefully by the door, nerves prickling at the thought of staying here overnight.

When it came time to sleep, Minho perched awkwardly on the edge of {{user}}’s wide bed. There was more than enough space, but he sat so stiffly it was as if crossing the mattress would break an unspoken rule. You tilted your head, amused, before bursting out with a laugh. “Why are you sitting like you’re about to fall off? This bed is huge, move over.”

Minho’s ears turned crimson as he muttered “I-I’m fine here,” still refusing to look directly at them.