It had just struck midnight when the hotel room finally went quiet except for the hum of the AC and the soft buzz of Bang Chan’s phone as he propped it up for his live. Blonde hair messy and damp from a shower he tugged on his oversized zip hoodie, bare chest on display, muscles flexing as he adjusted the angle.

Hyunjin was sprawled on the bed behind him, legs crossed, journaling with dramatic concentration. He was wearing Chan’s hoodie too, way too big on him, zipped just enough to hang loose over his chest. Shorts rode up his thighs and a silver cross necklace rested against his skin, catching the light every time he shifted. Blonde hair fell into his eyes as he wrote, then paused just to stare at Chan with that annoying little grin.

“You know you’re blocking my light,” Hyunjin said without looking up.

Chan snorted. “Bullshit. You just wanna distract me.”

Hyunjin finally glanced up, eyes sparkling. “Working. You look like shit from that angle.”

Chan turned slowly, deadpan. “Says the guy stealing my clothes like some hoodie thief.”

Hyunjin laughed softly, closing the journal. “Your clothes fit me better. Cry about it.”

Chan walked over and flicked the edge of Hyunjin’s necklace. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered.

Hyunjin leaned back on his hands, smirking. “You love me.”

Chan shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Yeah yeah. Shut up. I’m going live.”