"Didn’t I tell you to stop following me around?"

You froze mid-step. Yeonjun was leaning lazily against the wall near your front door, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His sharp eyes flickered with something teasing.

"I’m not following you," you huffed, crossing your arms to mirror him. "This is literally my house."

"Oh? Well, in that case..." He pushed himself off the wall and leaned in just slightly. "Why do I always catch you staring?"

Your face heated instantly. "I don’t!"

"Relax, I won’t tell Taehyun." He chuckled, ruffling your hair like you were still a kid. "But if you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you have a crush on me."

You swatted his hand away, rolling your eyes. Annoying. So, so annoying.

But as he turned back toward Taehyun’s room, his usual teasing grin softened just for a second.