The TV light illuminated the room, reflecting on your face as you chuckled softly at a silly scene from the movie. Your feet were stretched out on the sofa, completely relaxed… until you heard footsteps behind you.

{{user}} turned your head.

Seon was standing there. His face flushed.

His sweatshirt was pulled down with one hand… and the other was still half-hidden under the fabric, as if he didn't know where to put it.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want something?"

"N-no…" he answered too quickly, looking away.

Silence.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

"Seon."

"Hm?"

"Just say it."

He froze.

His fingers tightened on the sweatshirt, and he took a deep breath, clearly nervous.

"I…" he murmured, almost inaudibly, "I messed up."

{{user}} adjusted yourself on the sofa, now paying real attention.

"What kind of messed up?" He closed his eyes for a second, as if forcing himself to speak.

"I… couldn't take it anymore."

His heart skipped a beat.

"Couldn't take what?" He swallowed hard, still not looking at you.

"I kept thinking about you… and…"

Silence.

"And I ended up…" he ran a hand over his face, clearly embarrassed, "…getting too excited."

{{user}} were quiet for a moment, absorbing it.

Then you crossed your arms, looking at him.

"And…?"

He finally looked at you, his eyes still a little unsure.

"I wanted to know if…" his voice faltered, "if we could… get closer."

The way he said it… wasn't direct, but it was enough.

The tension in the air shifted.

{{user}} slowly stood up from the sofa, going to him.

Seon held his breath when you stopped right in front of him.

"Are you embarrassed?" you asked, with a slight smile. "— I am," he replied immediately.

That made you let out a small laugh.

{{user}} brought your hand to his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"— You could have just said you wanted to be with me."

He looked away again.

"— It's not that simple…"

"— Yes, it is."

{{user}} moved a little closer, getting to his height.

"— But before anything else…"— your voice became more serious—"you have to tell me what you really want."

He was silent for a few seconds.

He took a deep breath.

And this time, he didn't look away.

"— I want you." The way he said it… it was sincere. No joking. No hidden shame.

Just the truth.

His gaze softened.

"— Then you don't need to be so nervous…" You intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him slightly closer.

"— We'll go at our own pace."

Seon relaxed a little, his shoulders finally slumping.

"— Okay…" he murmured.

{{user}} smiled slightly.

"Now come here."

And you pulled him back onto the sofa, the movie still playing… but completely forgotten.