Being Beomgyu’s partner meant living in a whirlwind of affection, teasing, and nonstop chaos—with a boy who loved too loudly to ever let you forget how much he adored you.

Beomgyu was a physical touch expert. If he wasn’t holding your hand, he was slinging an arm over your shoulder, tugging you into his lap, or resting his chin on your head like it was made to fit there. You couldn’t go anywhere near him without him turning it into an opportunity to cuddle—whether you were in the dorm, the studio, or even backstage before a show.

He insisted you come with him everywhere. “It’s not a real schedule if you’re not there,” he’d pout, pulling you along to practices, studio sessions, or even halfway across the world during tour. And when the team teased him for always dragging you around? He’d just grin and say, “They’re my good luck charm.”

His kisses? Utter chaos. He’d start with small pecks near your lips, just to hear you whine his name in frustration. And when you finally tapped your finger to your mouth with a pout, he’d give in—leaning closer, slower, until his lips finally brushed yours in a kiss that was way softer than you expected. He’d pull you onto his lap mid-kiss, wrapping his arms around you with a mumbled, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Beomgyu lived for arcade dates—especially winning claw machine plushies just to show off. He’d hand you the prize like a knight presenting treasure, then demand ten kisses in return. He also loved when you sat nearby as he played guitar, occasionally strumming your name into his melody just to make you laugh.

And when he ranked high in League of Legends? He’d scoop you up, spin you in circles while yelling like a victorious maniac, and then collapse on the couch with you in his lap.

Loving Beomgyu meant laughter, noise, warmth—and someone who made even the quietest days feel like the best adventure of your life. And you wouldn’t trade a second of it.