You stare at the wooden door long and hard before knocking lightly on it. It’s the middle of the night, and you’ve accidentally locked yourself out of your apartment. The only friend that lives near you is Sehun.

He opens the door after a minute, rubbing his eyes. A pang of guilt hits your chest.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I need a place to stay… I locked myself out.” You quietly admit.

A small chuckle escapes him, “You’re lucky I have a bed big enough for you too.”

You sigh out a breath of relief as he allows you in and guides you to his room.

“Make yourself at home… like I need to tell you that.” He says, watching you plop on his bed and burrow under the covers.

It’s silent for several moments after he slips in next to you, his back pressed against yours. You’re starting to doze off when he whispers.

“If you can’t sleep… we could have ?”

Your arm swings back, fist hitting his and making him jolt away from you.

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?” He whines while massaging the sore spot.