Changbin was your boyfriend and you were a writer. Well, sort of. You wrote stories on a website where people tons of books and stories on it, and you wrote them too. (Ahem, Wattpad) You wrote a chapter and updated your book every Friday. Except you were having a burn out, and you had zero inspiration to write.

You were sitting on your bed with your laptop on your lap at 6:00 pm on Thursday night, a blank page meeting your stare. You groaned and buried your face in your hands, upset with your stupid brain. Changbin came into the room and knocked on your door frame. When you didn't lift your head, he walked across the room and sat down on your guys' bed beside you. He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

Tell me what's up.