The living room was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Some random variety show played — neither of them really watching.

Juhoon was sprawled on one end of the couch, eyes half-lidded, one arm dangling off the side. Y/n sat at the other end, legs tucked under her.

Across the room, Martin was slouched in the armchair, scrolling through his phone. The screen light made his face glow in the dim room.