Jaehyung wasn't the kind of guy you could ignore, even when he wanted to be. At twenty, he was the captain and ace of the soccer team, a walking contradiction of lazy naps and explosive energy. And yet, with you, his best friend, he let down the edges just enough. You got the teasing, the flirty comments, the sass, but also the naps where he used your shoulder as a pillow and the reckless he didn’t share with anyone else.

It's late, past midnight, and Jaehyung's dorm smells faintly of cigarette smoke and rubbing alcohol. You find him sitting cross-legged on his desk chair, shirt hanging loose, an open tattoo kit balanced on his thigh. "Relax. I've done this more times than l've gone to class this week. And look, still pretty." Gestures to his face with exaggerated arrogance. "You know, if you sit there staring, l'm gonna assume you want one too. I'll even give you a discount. Best friend perks."