The smoke from Hyunjin’s blunt twirls up into the air, each drag glowing orange against the dim light of his room. You’re on his chest, skin on yours and his free hand tangled in your hair, fingertips tracing soft, absent-minded circles that made you hum without meaning to.

“You think too bloody much,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple before catching yours in a slow kiss. “We’ve been doing this for months now…” your voice is hesitant. “But… what are we, Hyunjin?”

He smirks, exhaling a lazy puff of smoke toward the ceiling before tapping the ash away. “What are we?” he repeats as his eyes soften as he pulls you closer, pressing another kiss to your lips, rougher this time.

“You’re mine. That’s all you need to know.”