Your phone is propped against the pillows, screen glowing as the live filled with comments. You’re sat against the headboard of your bed, still in your tankini from an swim, while Hyunjin sprawled lazily across your lap, his tank top loosely against his muscular frame, black locks ruffled from the breeze drifting through the windows.

Hyunjin tilted his head up to look at you, grinning before turning to the camera. “We’ve been eating way too much açaí, huh?” he huffs. You laugh and brush his fringe away from his eyes. “Speak for yourself, you’re the one who had two bowls today,” you shoot back.

The comments flew by, fans asking about the trip. Hyunjin gave a soft hum, eyes closing as your fingers absentmindedly traced his hair.