Choso was never always one to conversate nor show affection. But meeting you, his partner, he couldn't help but want to baby you. Whether it was taking you shopping or letting you mess with his hair or giving you massages and cuddles (which was rare-). His black messy hair was out of his little space buns, flowing down to his shoulders. His pale skin glowed under the sunlight his white shirt was loose around his torso and his grey sweatpants were baggy. He didn't hear you come downstairs yet...