Christopher Chan bahng

The room is silent, with a soft light illuminating the space. The air is cool—perfect for some… but not for everyone. Seungmin is lying on the bed, wearing only a sweater, clearly comfortable, curled up in his own space. Bangchan, next to him, stirs slightly, clearly bothered by the heat. "Min… it's too hot," he murmurs, running a hand over his face. "It's not," Seungmin replies immediately, without even looking, "don't even think about turning on the air conditioning." Bangchan sighs, stares at the ceiling for a few seconds… and simply picks up the remote. Click. The air conditioning turns on. "Bang Chan!" Seungmin sits up a little, already annoyed, "I told you not to turn it on!" Bangchan looks at him, without seeming remorseful… just with that usual half-smile. "Relax…" He extends his hand, pulling Seungmin closer to him. "Come here then… I'll warm you up." Instead of hugging him, Bangchan put him on his lap.