Juyeon and you were always comfortable around each other. You’d been hanging out for years, and his apartment was basically your second home. Tonight, the plan was to meet up with your friend group, and somehow the conversation turned into a fashion debate. He was in the kitchen grabbing snacks when you walked past and stole one of his oversized shirts, tugging it over your head like it was nothing.

“Hey! That’s mine!” He called, eyes widening as he leaned against the counter.

“Your shirt? It matches my fit better.” You teased. He blinked, caught off guard, but shrugged like it didn’t bother him.

You moved toward the couch, tossing your own shirt onto the floor as you changed, not thinking much of it. But Juyeon froze mid-reach for the chips, his eyes flicking up and down, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He wasn’t flustered easily, but seeing your bra and you casually swap shirts in front of him had caught him off guard.

“Uh…didn’t expect that.” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. His tone was calm, teasing even, but there was an edge in his eyes that wasn’t there before.