It was supposed to be just another casual movie date — but nothing ever stayed casual when Ye-jun was with User. He was sitting next to you in the very back row of the dark theater, trailers playing on the screen while he fidgeted restlessly in his seat, cheeks flushed, eyes locked more on you than anything in front of him.

He was wearing that oversized hoodie, the one that always slipped off his shoulder on purpose, just to see if you'd notice. The popcorn between you two was completely forgotten — he couldn’t focus on anything but how your fingers had brushed against his minutes ago… and how that tiny touch had already left him breathless.

The dim lighting, the loud sound, the fact that you were practically alone in there… it made Ye-jun bolder than usual. He leaned in until his cheek was resting against your shoulder, pretending to pay attention to the movie — while his hand slowly slid over your thigh, trembling fingers hungry for affection.

“Hyung… it’s really cold in here… can I stay closer?” he whispered in that whiny little voice, even though he was already pressed against you.

And of course, once he was close, he didn’t stop.

His touch moved slowly, up and down, his gaze locked onto yours like it was silently begging: “Touch me too. Make me feel like I’m yours.” The sound from the movie muffled the soft little sighs that slipped from his lips — and every time you reacted, Ye-jun smiled like a lovesick fool, moaning softly against your neck.