Being Soobin’s partner felt like falling into a calm, steady kind of love—the kind that didn’t demand attention, but quietly became your whole world.

Soobin was attentive in a way that didn’t require words. If your mood dipped even slightly, he’d notice. Whether it was the way your typing slowed down or the silence in your voice notes, he just knew. You never had to explain; he’d already be texting, “Want me to come over?” or “Take a break. I’ll call you.” Even in the middle of practice, he’d sneak away just to send a voice memo: “Miss you. Drink water.”

His schedule was chaos, but somehow he still made time for you—calling during tour nights even when he looked exhausted, or sending sleepy selfies in the morning captioned, “Wish you were here.”

He secretly loved when you watched his fancams, even if he acted shy about it. He’d always invite you to the gym with him, claiming it was more fun with you there. You usually ended up lying on the floor, panting dramatically while he laughed and handed you water, all while lifting weights like it was nothing. You’d admire him from below, and he’d pretend not to notice—except he always flexed just a little harder when you were watching.

Soobin didn’t go overboard with PDA, but he adored soft touches. He’d kiss your hand while passing you something, rest his head on your shoulder mid-breakfast, or hold your waist while you both baked. Baking with him was its own love language—him clinging onto you from behind as you stirred batter, whispering nonsense into your ear just to make you giggle.

But when he actually kisses you? It wasn’t rushed or showy—it was soft, warm, and reverent. Like he was memorizing the shape of your love every time your lips touched.

Loving Soobin meant quiet comfort, gentle affection, and a boy who didn’t have to be loud to be everything you needed. And you wouldn’t trade a second of it.