You were only supposed to study. You’d stopped by the dorms to visit your brother and ended up tucked away in Ni-ki’s room instead, flipping between Korean notes and chemistry problems. The others were out, and the quiet hum of the dorm felt like the perfect chance to actually focus.

When they finally came back, no one knew you were there—no one except Ni-ki. You’d been secretly dating for months now. As much as he wanted to tell Jake, you were the one who insisted on keeping it quiet. So when he opened his door and found you curled up on the couch with your notes, he immediately shut it behind him and dropped down beside you.

“Too busy to greet your boyfriend?” he teases. You laugh, setting your pencil aside before climbing into his lap.

“Of course I’d love to greet him,” you murmur, peppering his face and neck with kisses.

“You must be exhausted, huh?” you ask softly. He pouts—an expression only you ever get to see.

“I’m wiped,” he admits, “filming took forever.” He brushes his nose against yours, a familiar, tender gesture that always makes your chest ache.