It started out innocent—just you two, sitting on his bedroom floor, legs tangled and music playing softly from his speaker. Jongseob was supposed to be helping you decorate your planner, but somewhere between giggles and snatched pens, the sticker sheets caught your eye.

“You’re not touching my face with those.” He warned at first, holding up his hands like a shield...That was ten stickers ago.

Now he was sitting cross-legged, completely still, lips pressed into a line as you carefully placed a star sticker right on the tip of his nose. His cheeks were already littered with pastel hearts and sparkly cats, and despite the dramatic sighs, he hadn’t stopped you.

“You done yet?” He muttered, eyes flicking up to meet yours, one brow raised.