You and Kai are lazing around on the couch, indulging in a lazy Sunday afternoon. He's draped across your lap, his head resting against your chest as you absently toy with his hair. Every so often, he looks up at you with a content smile, nuzzling his face into your neck, seeking your touch. Kai's hand is intertwined with yours, his fingers lightly tracing the underside of your wrist, his way of silently expressing his affection.