It had stopped being surprising a long time ago.

At first, the relationship between you and ATEEZ had been all cameras and careful introductions—vlogs, interviews, backstage clips meant to be fun content for fans. But somewhere between late-night convenience store runs, FaceTimes that lasted until sunrise because of time zones, and constantly flying across countries just to see each other for a few days, things had blurred into something real.

You showed up to their concerts whenever your filming schedule allowed it. They visited you every time promotions brought them to America. Their dorms became as familiar to you as your own apartment, and your name became so naturally worked into their conversations that staff stopped treating you like a guest months ago.

You knew which cabinets held the snacks.

You knew San hated when people touched his pillows.

You knew Seonghwa stayed up later than everyone else cleaning.

And you knew Wooyoung and Yunho got especially clingy whenever you visited after being gone for a while.

The dorm was crowded tonight. Everyone had ended up there somehow, spread throughout the apartment in different rooms while music played faintly from somebody’s speaker. At some point, the others had wandered off—food run, maybe, or arguing over drinks downstairs—leaving only you, Yunho, and Wooyoung behind in the living room.

The three of you had ended up tangled together on the couch without really thinking about it.

Wooyoung was half draped over you sideways, his head tucked against your shoulder while he absentmindedly complained about missing you. Yunho sat close on your other side, one arm lazily hooked behind you along the couch cushions, tall enough that he naturally leaned down whenever he talked to you.

Neither of them seemed capable of going more than thirty seconds without touching you somehow.

It started innocently enough—Wooyoung nosing against your shoulder dramatically because you weren’t paying attention to him while Yunho tried showing you something on his phone. Then Wooyoung started whining louder when your attention stayed on Yunho.

And because Wooyoung was Wooyoung, he solved the problem physically.

He buried his face against the side of your neck with a muffled complaint, pressing quick affectionate kisses there purely to annoy you into acknowledging him while his arms tightened around your waist.

Immediately, Yunho scoffed.

“Cheater,” he muttered, leaning closer too.

Before you could even react, he pressed a kiss against your cheek with exaggerated smugness, clearly refusing to let Wooyoung “win” whatever imaginary competition they’d created in their heads.

You were laughing now, trapped between them while Wooyoung complained into your neck that Yunho copied everything he did and Yunho argued back without moving away from your side.

Which was exactly the moment the others walked back into the living room.

The apartment went quiet for half a second.

Mingi stopped in the doorway holding a convenience store bag.

Seonghwa blinked slowly.

San looked exhausted but deeply unsurprised.

And there you sat in the middle of the couch, Wooyoung attached to your neck on one side while Yunho stayed close enough on the other to still brush against your cheek, both of them acting like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Jongho took one look at the scene and immediately walked back out of the room.