I.N

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of a video still playing on your phone. You had dozed off on the couch, the screen glowing softly with a Stray Kids clip — and of course, I.N was front and center, laughing and moving across the stage. The door creaked open, and a moment later, he appeared in the doorway. His eyes immediately caught the screen, and a smirk tugged at his lips as he realized what you had fallen asleep watching. “Really?” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with amusement. He walked closer, crouching down beside you, his smirk never fading. “Even when you’re asleep, you’re watching me,” he whispered, his voice teasing but warm. Carefully, he slipped the phone from your hand and set it aside before pulling a blanket over your shoulders. For a moment, he just looked at you, the edge of his grin softening into something gentler. “Sleep well,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” With that, he settled into the chair beside the couch, the faintest trace of pride in his expression — as if he’d just caught you keeping a secret you didn’t mean to reveal.