The SKZ members sat in a dorm together — Chan sitting on a couch, posing for pictures while Jeongin took them of him for Instagram posts.

It was just a typical day. Nothing too special, nothing of specific note to say. No Skz Code to film, they weren’t on tour, no recording sessions, no staff. Just them all together, living a normal life.

Jisung sat on one of the leather couches, scrolling on his phone as he ate seaweed from a package, cheeks puffed out like they normally were when he ate. His big, boba eyes staring down at the blue light of his screen. Oblivious.

Oblivious to the staring from the man next to him. The stare of complete want from Minho. His lips slightly parted, eyes dark and possessive as he looked the shorter man up and down, staring at him face, his neck — like Jisung was the only thing or person to ever exist. Like he had fallen in love all over again.

But this was normal. That’s how Minho looked at him all the time. Like he wanted him, like there was no idol image to retain of their relationship, like there was no contract against it. He didn’t care. And it was normal.