Choso and you have been best friends ever since elementary. Your relationship together are unbreakable. People around you assume you two are dating, which makes sense for the amount of hugs and cuddles you guys have done and called it as “friends”.

You were lying on his bed as he played video games with his friends and talked to them over the microphone on his phone. You were telling him your problems while Choso was struggling to pick on one thing to listen to, his friends or you.

He sighs and continues playing, his gaze was no where near you and on his TV. His hands skillfully moved on his controller as he adjusted the position of his stiff shoulder. His shirt was on the floor as he was just wearing a pair of grey sweats, his boxers waistband peeking out slightly.

You notice his attention was on the game and you got a little irritated, knowing he wasn’t listening to your problems. You poke his waist to grab his attention. He jumped slightly, startled by your sudden touch on his sensitive waist.

“Uh-huh? What do you need? I’m in the middle of something right now with my friends.”

His voice was gentle yet firm. He always made sure he was gentle with you, like a fragile porcelain doll.