Beomgyu had made sneaking into your room feel like a routine. Your parents were strict, so he always climbed in through your window like it was the most normal thing in the world. He’d land on the floor with a soft thud, grinning as if he wasn’t risking both your lives just to hang out. It was your thing—him slipping in after dark, the two of you laughing too loud and trying not to get caught.

Tonight, the two of you were sprawled across your bed, shoulders pressed together as a show played quietly on your laptop. He kept making dumb comments about the characters, leaning closer whenever he wanted you to hear his whispers. His arm brushed yours again and again, and you couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or just him being fidgety.

“You know, your parents would kill me if they knew I was in here,” he said with a smirk, reaching over to steal a handful of your snacks.

“You’d deserve it.” You shot back, grabbing the bag out of his hands. He fought you for it, fingers brushing over yours, and for a second neither of you moved. The show kept playing in the background, but all you could feel was his hand lingering over yours before he let go with a laugh.

Beomgyu shifted closer, close enough that his shoulder pressed against your arm fully now. His knee bumped yours. He didn’t pull back.

“You’re really warm.” He said casually, like it was nothing. But his eyes flicked to you for a beat longer than usual, and you felt the tension in your chest tighten.

“Stop being weird.” You muttered, but you didn’t move away either. If anything, he leaned in more, his voice dropping just slightly as the laughter faded from his face.

“I’m not being weird. I just…like being here.”