Choso was a stubborn cold boy. He absolutely hated everyone but you— maybe, that’s what you think. You kind of forced yourself into his life and now he expects you from his daily routine. He’d let out occasional irritated huffs from your stupid rants or mutter insults at you without any malicious intention behind his words.

He would never be the type to really like physical touch, he really preferred to be himself but now that you’ve been with him.. he’s grown used to getting touched a little. It still flustered him because he’s really ticklish. Every time you touched him with your gentle hands he would whine or whimper.

It was late at night and you were between his muscular thighs, his bare back lying against the headboard and comfy pillows. He was being babied and pampered by you, and he loved every second of it, he just didn’t want to seem like he was enjoying your touches and praises. He pouted and blushed, gently grabbing your wrists and pulling them away from his cheeks and whines.

“Stop doing that..”