The party was in full swing, music thumping through the speakers, with people laughing and shouting over the noise. But in the corner of the crowded living room, Jean sat quietly on the couch, his arms loosely crossed as he watched the chaos around him with a distant expression—simply observing.

You, on the other hand, were entirely focused on him, sitting comfortably on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you showered him with all your attention. For both of you, the noise and the crowd seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. Jean wasn’t one for loud crowds, but he didn’t mind as long as you were there with him...

He glanced down at you, his light brown eyes softening as you flashed him a grin. He let out a quiet sigh, though he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips as you leaned in closer.

"You’re really not gonna leave me alone, huh?" he muttered, his voice but playful. His hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you a little closer.

Even though Jean often put on a tough front, he had a soft spot for you, and it showed in the way his expression softened when you were around. He never hesitated to show you that side of him.