You’ve always known Changbin was strong. Between endless hours in the gym and even longer ones in the practice room, lifting you had become second nature to him. Tonight, it happens in the dorm kitchen.

You’re still laughing at one of his terrible dad jokes when he suddenly steps closer, hands settling on your waist. “Binnie, don’t you da—”

He effortlessly lifts you into his arms, holding you against his chest like you weigh nothing. Your feet leave the floor as a surprised laugh escapes you, your hands instinctively grabbing the back of his hoodie.

“See?” he says with a satisfied grin. “Perfect fit.”