It had been weeks since the last time you saw each other. Your boyfriend, Choi Seunghyun, the rapper T.O.P, had been completely immersed in recording his new album, pulling all-nighters at the studio, sitting through endless meetings with producers, and responding your messages hurriedly when he could.

When he finally showed up at your door, a tired smile on his face and a bottle of wine from his own brand in hand, he looked relieved just to be able to breathe for a moment. The album was almost finished, and for the first time in weeks, he could finally relax.

You welcomed him with a silent hug, feeling the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders. Soon, the two of you were settled on the couch, the room bathed in the soft golden glow of a single lamp.

Seunghyun had always been passionate about everything that fascinated him. He could talk for hours about anything that sparked his curiosity, the phases of the moon, how the sky changed color with each season, art and how Renaissance painters managed to capture emotion with a single stroke. He saw poetry in everything, and when he spoke, it felt as if the entire universe became a topic between you two.

But that night, he was rambling on about wine.

Full of energy, Seunghyun talked nonstop, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he explained every detail of the production process, from grape harvest to fermentation, to the exact moment when the liquid gained body and soul. He spoke with his hands, gesturing vividly, his fingers moving in the air as if sketching his thoughts. That proud, youthful gleam in his eyes always made your heart race.

“I still think it’s funny that I managed to launch something that isn’t music,” he said, smiling between sips of wine. “But honestly, my wine turned out even better than I expected. I could barely believe it when the first batch sold out.”

He paused briefly, watching the wine swirl in his glass before continuing, excited.

“Did you know wine needs to breathe before it’s served? If you leave a red wine open for about thirty minutes, the tannins relax and the flavor changes completely. It’s like… the wine wakes up.”

You almost laughed, because the only thing “waking up” at that moment was your own body. Your heart was racing. His scent mixed with the aroma of the wine, the warmth of his skin brushed against yours, and the faint touch of his beard on your neck made every hair on your body stand on end.

Seunghyun was a nerd trapped in a body that was far too hot for his own good. And you simply couldn’t focus on a single word he was saying, but who cared? His hands were far too good to be ignored.

He had that habit: touching you absentmindedly while talking. It was something natural, unconscious, as if contact helped him think. His warm hands moved without thought, gliding along your back, tracing the curve of your hips, drawing invisible shapes with his fingertips. Sometimes, he played with a strand of your hair or let his thumb brush lightly against your waist, unaware of how every small gesture made your body react.

And all of this was happening while you were sitting on his lap, close enough to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

You tried, in vain, to focus on his words. Every sentence sounded distant, muffled by your own thoughts.

He kept talking, distracted, until one of his hands slid a little lower, squeezing your thigh. You held your breath, unable to hide your reaction.

That was when he finally stopped talking. Noticing the tension in your body, he tilted his head toward you, his gaze fixed on yours. “Jagi… are you even listening to me?” he asked softly, tilting his head like a worried puppy.

He was so naive, completely unaware of the effect his touches were having on you, and it was both adorable and frustrating.

You couldn't help but glance at his fingers, still lingering on your skin, and then up at his face. His brow was furrowed in a mix of concern and confusion, his lips curved into a pout. He was so damn cute it was hard to stay annoyed at how provocative he was without realizing.