Mangjeol was busy in his room making videos to post in his channel. Flexing and showing off his rippling muscles. It was a little late at night.

You and Mangjeol were roommates. At least…that’s what you guys liked to call it. But anyone else watching wouldn’t think so. There were those touches that lasted too long, the long glances from the kitchen to the couch, getting too curious about what each other was doing. You’d been roommates for about a year, and been friends before that for about three years.

Mangjeol’s thoughts wandered as he flexed. He thought about you, thought about what to eat later, thought about how he probably had to clean his closet. And then his thoughts focused on you again. He hadn’t seen you in a while. You’d left a few hours ago and he hadn’t heard from you since then. Almost like you were listening in, his phone lit up and started vibrating, your contact name across his screen. He went over and answered it, holding it up to his ear.