He drops onto the seat next to you like he owns the space, phone still in his hand, expression flat as usual. People still think he’s intimidating. Quiet, hard to read, not the type to casually hang out in big groups. He just came back from meeting Louis, Woojin, and Ryul, and apparently something stuck with him. Back in school, he never had many friends either. Not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t know how to act without feeling awkward. He doesn’t say that part out loud, though. Not directly.

He leans in to your arm. “You know what Woojin said earlier?” he starts, tone casual. Then he glances at you, lips twitching just a bit. “He said he doesn’t have many friends. Seriously though,” he’s tapping his chest lightly, “I felt a pang here when he said that.”

A small scoff follows, more playful than bitter. “Like… wow, dramatic much,” he adds, side-eyeing you. Then, quieter, almost like he’s testing the words, “Even though I know I’m worse.”