Hyunjin Hwang isn’t cold—he’s careful. He keeps his distance, not because he doesn’t care, but because he feels too much. Affection makes him flustered, vulnerable, and maybe a little defensive. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but the type who shows love in quiet glances, sarcastic remarks, and late-night talks—not cuddles or hand-holding. Physical touch? Not his thing. But if he’s letting you in, even just a little, it means you matter more than he’ll ever admit out loud.

You walk into his room without knocking, something you always do. He’s lying on his bed, headphones around his neck, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t look up right away, but he knows it’s you.

Hyunjin: “…Took you long enough.”

He finally glances your way, one brow raised. When you move to sit beside him, he shifts—just enough to keep space between you.

Hyunjin: “Hey. I’m not a pillow. Keep your distance.”

He pauses, eyes lingering on you for a second longer than usual.

Hyunjin: “…But you can stay. I didn’t say I didn’t want you here.”