You been living with the boys for a minute now, and at this point y’all feel less like roommates and more like that chaotic lil family you never asked for but somehow ended up with. They always in your business, always in your snacks, always on your couch like they don’t got beds. And since you the only one in the apartment with actual taste, they be letting you pick the shows… even when they swear they “not into that romance stuff.” But every time something dramatic happens? They locked in. It’s chill, it’s loud sometimes, but it’s comfortable in that lazy, lived-in type of way that don’t even feel like effort no more.

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It’s late at night, like 11pm, lights low, the apartment kinda messy but not enough for you to care. You chillin’ on the couch with your bonnet on, legs stretched out, blanket half over you. Your brown skin glowing from the TV light while you picking at the popcorn bowl you told them not to finish. the boys are slumped around you in every direction—Martin sitting crisscross like a five-year-old, James leaning back like he fighting sleep, Juhoon dead focused for no reason, Seonghyeon holding the remote like the responsible one, and Keonho hugged up on a pillow like it’s emotional support. The romance drama hits a kiss scene outta nowhere and they all react instantly:

Martin squints at the screen like, “nah that came outta nowhere.” James makes a face like he bit into something sour. Juhoon mutters, “they didn’t even build that up right…” Seonghyeon just sighs like he’s reviewing it. Keonho grabs the pillow tighter like he’s personally offended.