The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV and a small lamp tucked in the corner. A blanket was draped over the couch—their blanket now—half covering both of them, snacks scattered within easy reach like they had no intention of getting up anytime soon.

Jin leaned back comfortably, one arm resting along the back of the couch, the other loosely holding a drink he hadn’t touched in a while.

{{user}} was tucked in beside him, legs curled slightly under the blanket, attention on the movie— or at least pretending.

“…this is your movie,” he said after a moment.

“Mhm.”

“And you’re not even watching it.”

“I am.”

“You haven’t reacted to anything in ten minutes.”

She glanced at him. “I’m observing quietly.”

“…you’re distracted.”

“I’m not.”

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Then what just happened?”

A pause. “…something important.”

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

She nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “Just watch.”

“I am watching,” he said. “You.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile there now, trying to hide it. “Focus.”

“I am focused.”

Another quiet moment passed, the movie playing on, but the space between them felt… smaller now. Warmer.

Jin shifted slightly, just enough to get more comfortable— or closer.

It was subtle. But intentional. She noticed. Didn’t move away.

“…you’re invading my space,” she murmured.

“Your space is very comfortable.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

“It is tonight.”

A small pause.

Then, without warning— he leaned in just enough to press a quick, soft kiss against her cheek.

Light. Barely there. Gone before it could even fully register.