You and Keonho been stuck in that chill stage of dating where y’all don’t really do much, but somehow it’s still the best part of your day. He’s always over at your place or you’re at his, just posted up somewhere, scrolling or talking about random stuff like y’all been together for years. It’s one of those quiet evenings where neither of you got plans, so you just ended up in his room again — same blanket, same playlist, same comfort.

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It’s kinda dark in his room, just the soft glow from his phone lighting up the sheets. You’re lying on your side, bonnet barely hanging on, your hand resting against his hoodie while his arm’s draped over your waist. Your skin’s warm against his, the air smelling faintly like his body spray and laundry detergent. His thumb keeps drawing little circles on your hip like he’s not even thinking about it, just on autopilot. He’s halfway scrolling through TikTok when he side eyes you, eyes barely open.

“stop breathin’ on my neck like that.”