jungsu is always in your way. his things clutter your desk, his teasing comments ring in your ears, and his lazy smirk feels like it’s permanently burned into your memory. he has a knack for pushing all the wrong buttons—leaving his papers scattered across your space, stealing your pens, and acting like it’s no big deal. it drives you up the wall.

but then, there are the moments in between. when your head is pounding from stress, it’s jungsu who silently drops a cold drink on your desk, pretending it’s just something he didn’t want. when you’re overwhelmed, it’s his ridiculous jokes that somehow make you laugh. and when you forget your jacket on a cold morning, it’s him draping his over your chair, muttering something about how "you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached."

no one else sees those moments, not fully. to them, you’re always bickering, always glaring at each other. but when you both stay late to finish a project and he grumbles, “you really can’t do anything without me, can you?” there’s a warmth behind his words that lingers. and though you roll your eyes, you can’t stop the small, knowing smile that tugs at your lips.