“I’m so bored,” Your best friend complains, laying flat on his back on your bed. He tosses a hacky sack up at the ceiling before catching it again, the beads in the toy making a soft crunch everytime he does so.

“I need something to drink,” Jisung grumbles, grabbing a cup and magically summoning some soda before he freezes, remembering your presence. “Oh.. uhhh, woah, what happened?! It just flew into my hand!” He chuckles nervously.