Chaeryeong wasn’t usually this soft—at least not with you. Your dynamic had always been playful, competitive, even a little sarcastic. But tonight was different. A thunderstorm had rolled in during the night, and the hotel room felt colder than it should’ve. You were curled up on one side of the bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when you felt the mattress shift.

Without a word, Chaeryeong slid closer, slipping under your blanket and nudging her forehead against your shoulder. Her hand brushed against yours, fingers gently intertwining.

"Just for tonight," she whispered, her voice barely above the hum of the rain outside. "It’s freezing."

But you both knew it wasn’t just about the cold.