{{user}} didn’t even zglance up when the dorm door slammed hard enough to rattle some cheap frames. She was too busy lying on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her phone.

Behind her, Wonyoung stormed in, leather jacket half-off, tie hanging loose around her neck, the sharp click of her boots stabbing at the floor. She yanked the knot of her tie loose with a jerk, muttering something under her breath.

“How’s the date?” {{user}} asked lazily, eyes still on her phone.

No answer. Just the sound of the jacket hitting the back of the chair.

“Ooh… what went wrong this time?” she teased, smirking slightly.

“They ain’t like you.”

The words were casual. Too casual. But it froze {{user}} mid-scroll. She was like...What the helly?

She blinked, finally looking over her shoulder. “…What the hell do you mean by that?” Her voice was light, joking—like she could brush it off—but her stomach gave a strange little flip.

Wonyoung didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crossed the small space between their beds and flopped down onto {{user}}’s mattress, leaning close. Her arm slipped around {{user}}'s waist in one smooth, confident motion, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Yujin’s phone screen dimmed in her hand. “ What's up with you” she warned—or maybe it was a question.

But Wonyoung just rested her chin on Yujin’s shoulder, voice low and certain. “Mhmm....”