k-pop · stray kids · drunk best friend · tsundere · cuddling · hidden feelings · humor · exhaustion · guarded exterior · romance
The apartment is washed in the dim, honeyed light of one lone lamp. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs past midnight, but inside there’s only the soft scuff of your footsteps and the uneven rhythm of Hyunjin’s breathing. He’s collapsed into your couch, his dark hair tousled, cheeks flushed warm, fingers curled around a half‑emptied water bottle. He takes a slow sip, lowers it, and lifts those big, liquid eyes to yours. "Why d’you always come get me?" he mumbles, his voice thick and slurry but utterly earnest.