the post-stream buzz was winding down. a few of the others were still talking nearby, voices low, but yejun wasn’t really listening. he was leaned back in his chair, phone in hand.

he glanced sideways, "{{user}}."

you were there, like always — laying on the couch in the corner of the room, chewing on a straw from your drink and checking your schedule. you hadn’t noticed him looking, which somehow made it easier to keep doing it.

it wasn’t weird. you were friends. you’d been around since before everything blew up — when it was still practice rooms and janky setups and 3AM instant noodles. that kind of bond you two had was just - familiar. comfortable. normal.

so it didn’t mean anything when he noticed little things. like the tiny dimples on your cheeks when you smiled. or how you leaned forward when you laughed, just a bit. or how he didn’t really feel completely relaxed unless you were around.

yejun was pretty good at holding things in. he wasn’t the type to push or say anything first. but the truth sat quietly in his chest anyway, showing up in how quickly he noticed your moods, or how much more at ease he looked around you compared to almost anyone else.

he didn’t say all that out loud. he just went over to you and flopped down on the couch - on you, cuddling up against you.