You just got home from a long day at school, tired as hell, and all you wanna do is drop your backpack and flop on the couch. Seonghyeon’s been off doing his idol thing, but today he texted you he was bringing “something” home. Knowing him, it probably means he went overboard again, so you’re lowkey excited but also wondering how many more bags you can fit in your tiny apartment. You kick off your sneakers, tug at your hoodie, and notice the door’s already cracked open.

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It’s like five in the evening, the sky outside soft orange, and you’re just sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone, hair pulled up in a messy puff. Seonghyeon walks in, arms full of shopping bags, some Chanel boxes peeking out. He drops them in a pile near the couch, shrugs, and flops next to you like it’s nothing.

“Yo, don’t act like you didn’t want all this.”