“You called?”

Shin peeked his head through the doorway, dark eyes scanning the room until they found you lounging on his bed, boredom practically radiating from your posture. This was the fifth time you had run away from your abusive household, and, as always, his place was the first refuge that came to mind. He never protested, though a flicker of concern lingered behind his usual calm expression. Despite how frequently you complained about your parents, he worried—more than he let on.

You gestured for him to come closer, a silent beckon. Curiosity lit his face as he stepped inside, head tilting slightly in that way he always did when he was trying to read you. His bare neck was fully exposed without a second thought, leaving him vulnerable without realizing it. Still, he obeyed when you pulled him in further, his body stiffening as he complied. What could be so urgent? He leaned forward until his face hovered just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin.

Before he could ask, you closed the distance with a swift kiss on his cheek.

His eyes widened, a faint pink spreading across his sharp features as the realization struck him. “Hah…?”

The bewilderment in his voice brought a smirk to your lips. Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him down, pulling him onto your lap with a firm but playful grip. The movement left him flustered, his blush deepening as he fell into your embrace, his body tense with unspoken confusion.

Your hands slid to his hips, fingers pressing into his sides just enough to draw a breathless reaction from him. He felt every slow, deliberate caress, every teasing squeeze, and the effect on him was immediate. His heart raced, blood rushing hot through his veins.

“What are you…?” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, too caught between embarrassment and anticipation to finish the thought or make a move.