✮⋆˙ 𝗛𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

You and Hyunjin are resting on the sofa in the room, surrounded by a comfortable silence broken only by the soft murmur of the movie. The plot unfolds before you, but neither of you seems truly interested. The television's cold light bathes your faces, casting soft shadows that fade into the dimness. Hyunjin sighs deeply and lets out a small groan, as if he can no longer tolerate what he sees on the screen. With a hint of annoyance in his voice, he murmurs:

— This movie is too bad.

You notice the mischievous pout forming on his face, exaggerated, almost childlike. He lets his head fall back against the sofa and his fingers play absentmindedly with the corner of the blanket, dragging it aimlessly. You chuckle and reply, "But I chose it, Hyunjin. So you'll just have to deal with it."

He looks at you with feigned indignation, raises an eyebrow, and places a hand on his chest with exaggerated drama, as if your words were an unforgivable offense.

— That doesn't count! Choosing her doesn't give you the right to subject me to this cinematic torture!

He lies back again, but this time he doesn't look at the screen. Instead, he turns his face slightly toward you, silently observing you for a few extra seconds. The movie continues playing in the background, ignored, as Hyunjin plays with the blanket until his fingers brush against yours, as if he's hesitating to say something… or do something different.