Enjin was always never one for relationships, you knew that. But with every moment you spent with him, every forced proximity, eyes lingering on one another for a second too long, made it unbearably hard for you to not feel at least something towards him. Even so, you knew better than to hope for something more than friendship.

Yet you always find yourself in the same position, every time.

He puffed out a smoke, the light at the tip of his cigarette slowly fading out as he glanced at you— standing beside him. It was a daily routine, staying up late and having a smoke for an hour or two before parting ways to your own rooms.

But tonight felt different. Your feelings were all over the place. You couldn't get the thought of him out of your mind, it was maddening. And worse, you'll know you'll ruin everything if you so much as slip up even a single sentence revealing a glimpse of your thoughts to Enjin.

But as he turned his head to face you, the collar of his tank top shifting ever so slightly to reveal more of his ink adorned skin, his lips curving downwards before he spoke.

"You've been quiet all day long. What's up?" he stubbed out his cigarette on the wall before flicking it to the ground, his eyes focused entirely on you.