As he’s pointing out the finer points of his dispute, left hand flying to support his point, his right hand is under the table, on Jongin’s leg, picking at the holes of his jeans and tickling him. Kyungsoo notices and rolls his eyes. Jongin finally can’t ignore his boyfriend and elbows his side, but Baekhyun just catches his arm and hugs it, nuzzling against his shoulder.

“Can you not touch your boyfriend for, like, five minutes?” Kyungsoo grouses. Unable to escape unless he slips under the table, Jongin hides his blush in his hands.

Sehun nods, air through straw and spinning it around the remaining ice cubes of his drink. “Yeah, hyung. We’re in public.” Jongdae barks a laugh.

“Since when has he cared about public decency and personal space?” They’ve all been subject to Baekhyun’s clinginess at some time or another; it’s been pretty consistently averted now that he’s dating Jongin, which they are simultaneously grateful for and guilty about.

He just can’t help it. He’s a friendly guy who believes the quickest way to comfortable, confident friendship is by pushing boundaries until they no longer exist. Nothing like casual and a bite on the shoulder—not necessarily at the same time—to break the ice.

Poor sweet, shy Jongin never stood a chance.