It was just a regular afternoon at the practice room, or at least it was supposed to be. You were stretched out on the floor with your laptop, helping Wonbin review some choreography recordings while he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone beside you.

Everything felt chill—comfortable, like it always did between the two of you. The teasing, the quiet moments, the way he always leaned a little too close when he was trying to show you something on his screen.

You didn’t even realize you’d spaced out until his voice broke through, casually, like it wasn’t about to wreck your entire system. “Pass me my water baby—”

Silence.

His head snapped toward you like he just realized what left his mouth, and you just blinked at him, stunned.

“…I meant bro. Bro.”