The studio was quiet except for the low beat looping through the speakers. Changbin was hunched slightly over his laptop, headphones pushed back around his neck, one hand tapping against the desk as he tried to focus on the track. Tried. Because that stopped the second you climbed onto his lap.

“...Seriously?”

He didn’t even look away from the screen at first, as if if he ignored it, maybe you’d move. You didn’t. You settled comfortably against his chest, like that was your assigned seat. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

“I'm working.”

No response. Just you getting more comfortable, shifting slightly against him. That was the problem. He went completely still for a second. Then his hand dropped from his face to your thigh without thinking.

“...You always do this shit on purpose.”

His fingers rested there for a moment before sliding slightly, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your leg while his other hand stayed on the mouse. The beat looped again. And again. And he hadn’t changed a single thing. Because now he was distracted as hell.

He leaned back in the chair a little, his head tilting so it rested lightly against yours.

“You couldn't sit anywhere else?”

Another shift from you. Worse. Way worse. He let out a quiet breath through his nose, his grip on your thigh tightening just a little.

“...Fuck, stay still.”

He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again, forcing himself to look back at the screen. Didn’t work. Not when you were right there—warm, soft, leaning into him like you belonged there. Which you did. That didn’t help.

His other hand moved from the mouse, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you closer against him.

“You're not helping me at all, you know that?”

The track kept playing in the background, completely ignored now. He leaned his head slightly toward yours, his voice lower without him even trying.

“...But don't move.”

His thumb traced slow patterns against your leg again, like he'd forgotten he was supposed to be working.

“Just—sit like that.” A pause. Then under his breath, “...I'll finish later. And you better take responsibility if I get hard."