Movie night had somehow turned into doing absolutely nothing.

The TV had been playing the same show for the past twenty minutes, neither of you paying enough attention to know what was happening anymore. Empty snack wrappers were scattered across the coffee table, one of the lamps cast a warm glow across the living room, and the rain tapping against the windows made the apartment feel even quieter.

You were curled up on the couch in your matching Sanrio pajamas while mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Changbin had claimed the spot on the floor between your legs at some point during the evening, his back resting against the couch as he leaned his head back onto your lap like it belonged there.

Without really thinking about it, your fingers found their way into his hair, absentmindedly combing through the dark strands while he scrolled through his own phone.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled, eyes closed. A few moments passed before he cracked one eye open, finally looking up at you. “I feel kawaii in these pajamas.”