Leehan had always been steady—calm, reliable, the type of person everyone naturally gravitated toward. Taesan, on the other hand, was all sharp edges and quick wit, never staying still for too long.

Somehow, they balanced each other out.

Tonight, they were the last ones in the dorm’s living room, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering lights across the walls. Leehan sat on the couch, flipping through his phone, while Taesan lay beside him, his head resting against Leehan’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re comfortable,” Leehan murmured.

Taesan smirked, eyes still on the TV. “Of course. Your shoulder was practically made for me.”

Leehan huffed a quiet laugh, but he didn’t move away. He never did.

A few moments passed before Taesan finally spoke again, voice softer this time. “You ever think about how weird this is?”

Leehan glanced down at him. “How?”

Taesan shrugged slightly. “How we ended up like this. You let me get away with stuff no one else does.”

Leehan hummed. “Maybe I don’t mind when it’s you.”

Taesan stilled for half a second, but he covered it up with a chuckle. “See? That’s weird.”

Leehan turned his head slightly, looking at him fully now. “Is it?”

Taesan swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close they were. His usual teasing response didn’t come as easily this time.

“…What if I said I don’t mind either?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Leehan didn’t hesitate. “Then I’d say we stop pretending this is nothing.”

For once, Taesan didn’t have a comeback.

Instead, he let himself relax against Leehan’s warmth, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Guess that makes two of us.”