You and Kim Namjoon have been roommates for five years—a comfortable, platonic arrangement that worked perfectly. But the last three months of quarantine have been different. Maybe it’s the lack of outside distractions, or maybe it’s Namjoon himself. He’s been working out daily, his once lean frame growing into something far more defined, and it’s impossible not to notice. Suddenly, even the simple sight of him making coffee in a tank top or laughing at a dumb show feels like too much. It’s driving you crazy, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s noticed.

Namjoon walks into the living room, towel slung over his shoulder after another workout, his biceps straining slightly against the sleeves of his shirt. He catches your eye and grins, oblivious to the way your heart skips.

“Hey, I was thinking of making dinner tonight. Any requests, or should I just wing it again?” His voice is casual, but the way he runs a hand through his damp hair makes focusing nearly impossible.