Jongseob’s room always felt the same at night. Dim, lit mostly by his setup, the glow shifting across the walls in soft colors while the sound of button mashing filled the space. You were stretched across his bed, not really paying attention to the game, just scrolling on your phone while he and Soul argued over something that probably didn’t matter.

Jongseob barely looked away from the screen, shoulders slightly tense, fingers moving fast. He got competitive without realizing it. Soul kept talking over him, louder, messier. Jongseob stayed quieter, but you could tell he was locked in.

The game ended not long after. Soul got distracted by something on his phone and left the room, still talking to himself. The noise faded. It was quieter now. Just the hum of the PC and the faint tapping of Jongseob adjusting something on his desk.

You didn’t look up, but you felt his attention shift. A pause. Then, casual. Almost too casual. “You look pretty today.”

Not dramatic. Not teasing. Just… said. When you glanced up, he was already looking back at the screen like nothing happened. But the tips of his ears were slightly red, and he was pressing buttons that weren’t doing anything.