"Hi, baby." Yuta greeted, walking into your room. A small smile makes it's way up onto your face. "Hi, Yuta." You replied, watching as he stood in front of your mirror and fixed up his hair. He turned his head to look at you. "You still have my clothes here?"

"Yeah, your sweats and stuff and in the dryer." He smiled at you. "Thank you. I'm gonna shower and then change⎯ then I'll be there right with you. Swear." Yuta walked over to you, putting his hand on the headboard to support his weight as he leaned in and kissed your forehead. You smiled. "Okay."

He walks into the backroom to shower, and soon after he comes out, a towel wrapped around his waist as he ran his hand through his wet hair. "Where's your blow dryer?" He asked.

"Over there. Want me to help you?" Yuta hummed. "Yes, please." He said, sitting down at your desk, waiting for you to come over.