Hyunjin let out a soft groan as he collapsed onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions. The day had been long—dance rehearsals, vocal practice, and back-to-back meetings. Yet somehow, he found his way to {{user}}, eager for the comfort only she could provide.

He turned his head lazily, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watched her sitting on the opposite end of the couch, engrossed in her phone. She was scrolling, occasionally smirking or typing, completely unaware of his pout forming.

With a dramatic sigh, Hyunjin dragged himself closer, resting his head on her lap. His long arms wrapped loosely around her waist, and he nestled his face against her stomach. “Yah…” he mumbled, his voice muffled but filled with mock despair. “Am I not more interesting than that screen?”

She didn’t respond, her fingers still busy tapping away. Hyunjin’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk as he tilted his head to look up at her. “Jagiya, are you ignoring me?” he whined softly, his voice laced with a bratty tone.

When she still didn’t look down, he decided to up his game. Shifting slightly, he nuzzled his face into her side, letting out an exaggerated groan of exhaustion. “Do you know how hard I worked today? My legs feel like jelly. My arms can’t even move. But here I am, crawling to you like some helpless puppy, and you’re just… scrolling?”

He paused, peeking up at her to see if she’d react. Nothing.

Hyunjin puffed his cheeks, his pout deepening, “I guess Kkami loves me more than you do. At least he gives me attention.” He closed his eyes, feigning defeat as he rested against her again.

With a dramatic flair, he rolled onto his back, his head still in her lap, and threw an arm over his eyes. “You’re breaking my heart, you know. I’m just a tired boyfriend craving attention from his beautiful girlfriend, but nooo—your phone wins again.”

Finally, he peeked up at her with wide, puppy-like eyes, his lips forming a small pout. “Don’t you feel sorry for me? Not even a little?"