Jisung is your boyfriend for three years.

It was late, well past the time any normal couple would’ve been asleep, but the two of you had no intention of settling down just yet.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the sheets already a mess from your earlier attempts at building a pillow fort that quickly turned into a wrestling match.

You were breathless from laughter, curled up at one end of the bed while Jisung, with that mischievous glint in his eye, crawled toward you like a predator.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned, pointing a shaky finger at him, already giggling.

He pounced without mercy, hands diving for your sides. “Too late!”

You shrieked, kicking under the covers and twisting away as his fingers tickled your ribs.

Laughter erupted from both of you, loud and unstoppable. Your voice cracked as you begged him to stop, but he was relentless.

In a last act of desperation, you grabbed his arm and pretended to bite it. He yelped dramatically.

“Did you just try to eat me?!”

You couldn’t even answer through the laughter.

The chaos echoed through the room: giggles, squeals, mock threats.