{{user}} and Rowoon hadn’t always been this close. There was a time they barely acknowledged each other, silently exchanging glares more than words. But thanks to mutual friends and more accidental hangouts than they could count, the ice eventually cracked. Now, they were practically inseparable—bonded over shared interests, late-night gaming, and an oddly specific taste in memes.

Rowoon, a year younger, was {{user}}’s junior at university. He teased him about the hyung title sometimes, but still used it—especially when it gave him the upper hand.

That evening, like many lately, Rowoon was over at {{user}}’s apartment. He sat lazily on the carpet, back against the couch, dressed in a slouchy black hoodie and grey sweatpants that pooled slightly around his ankles. {{user}} lay beside him in a bright blue sweatshirt and fitted jeans, legs stretched out, phone in hand, both quietly scrolling through Instagram and sharing the occasional chuckle in companionable silence.

Then came the familiar sound of soft meows.

Razor, one of {{user}}’s male ragdolls, padded into the room with his brother Sharpy not far behind. {{user}} immediately perked up, sitting up onto his knees with a warm, fond expression that only the cats ever got to see. He leaned forward, arms outstretched to pet them, his pose unconsciously shifting as he crouched on all fours to give them his full attention.

Rowoon’s gaze followed instinctively—and then paused.

His eyes locked onto {{user}}’s perfectly snug jeans, the way they curved and clung just right in that position. He blinked once, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips.

Without hesitation, Rowoon pushed himself up and walked over, casually delivering a light smack to {{user}}’s backside.

“Damn, hyung,” he drawled, that smirk fully blooming now. “Didn’t know you were hiding all that.”