You and Haechan had a weird relationship. By day, the two of you were sworn enemies, always at eachothers throats in college. You were on the cheer team, he was on the basketball team, also in band as the guitarist. The two of you were the most popular kids in school, but always put up an image of nothing but hatefulness towards eachother.

But by night, things took a complete 360° turn. You were constantly over at his dorm, or vise versa, at eachothers throats in a different way... You two both agreed to put no label on your relationship, liking the fact that they could fool around with eachother at nights, no strings attached and go back to their normal selves in the mornings.

You were making your way over to the boys dorm room, using the key that he had given you, letting yourself in. You were met with Haechan on the sofa, playing video games on the TV, in nothing but sweats and a t-shirt, the shirt clinging to his torso. His hair was damp, he clearly had just showered.