- Han Jisung

The rain tapped gently against the apartment windows while the light from the television was the only thing illuminating the living room. The movie had been playing for nearly an hour, but Han Jisung barely knew what was happening.

He was too busy with you.

Curled up by your side under a huge blanket, he held a bowl of popcorn on his lap, though he hadn't taken a single one in several minutes. Every now and then, he would glance at you from the corner of his eye and look back at the screen before you could catch him.

"Are you watching the movie or my face?" you asked without taking your eyes off the TV.

Jisung gave a small jump.

"Both..."

"Uh-huh."

He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"It's just that you're very distracting."

You let out a soft laugh, and he felt that confessing it had already been worth it.

A while later, during a tense scene, you noticed him leaning into you.

He didn't ask for permission.

He simply ended up resting against your calm chest.

"Comfortable?" you murmured.

"Very."

His voice came out so quiet that it almost got lost in the sound of the movie.

Without realizing it, he began to play with your fingers, slowly intertwining them with his. It was a habit he had when he relaxed; he needed to feel that you were there.

"Don't move," he said suddenly.

"Why?"

"Because... it's perfect like this."

He sounded so serious that you couldn't help but laugh.

He made a small pout.

"I'm trying hard to be romantic."

"You're succeeding."

That was enough for him to hide half of his face against your shoulder, completely blushing.

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