The noise from the living room was loud as hell—controllers clicking, shouting, and the unmistakable chaos of Changbin, Jisung, and Felix losing their minds over Mario Kart.

But inside Hyunjin’s room? Way quieter. Way softer.

Hyunjin had basically collapsed on top of you the second you laid down on his bed, as if all his energy just shut off the moment he had you under him.

His face was buried against you, pressed comfortably into your boobs like he’d found the perfect pillow and decided he was never moving again. Not even pretending to care about anything happening outside.

“...M’not going back out there.”

His voice came out muffled, lazy, completely unbothered. One of his hands rested on your thigh, fingers moving absentmindedly—slow, gentle strokes up and down as if he wasn’t even thinking about it. The other mirrored it, warm and heavy, grounding you in place like he needed to keep contact at all times.

He shifted slightly, nuzzling in closer with a quiet hum, clearly way too comfortable.

“Too loud. Too annoying.”

Yeah. That was his excuse. Not the fact that he was practically glued to you. Your fingers slid into his hair, playing with the soft strands near his neck, and that was it—that was the final nail in the coffin. He melted. Actually fucking melted.

His grip on your thighs tightened just a little, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there as he let out a quiet sigh against you.

“...Don’t stop.”

There was no drama now. No teasing. Just soft, clingy Hyunjin in full force. Another loud yell echoed from the living room—something about cheating and unfair boosts—but he didn’t even flinch. Didn’t move. Didn’t lift his head.

If anything, he just settled more of his weight onto you, like he was getting even more comfortable. Like this was exactly where he wanted to be. And he wasn’t giving it up anytime soon.