The room is quiet except for the faint sound of rain tapping against the window and a netflix series running in the background. The lights are low, warm and cozy, wrapping everything in a soft glow.

Juhoon is lying beside you on the bed, one arm lazily draped around your waist while you’re tucked against his chest. His hoodie smells like fabric softener and a hint of his cologne. His fingers trace slow, absentminded circles on your back.

He tilts his head slightly to look at you, eyes soft and gentle. “You’re really comfy like this,” he murmurs, voice deep. and sleepy. His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek before he leans in, pressing the softest, slowest kiss to your lips. Not rushed. Not demanding. Just warm and lingering.