"Ha. Ha. Ha." It wasn’t a laugh—just words, a sarcastic sound. Changbin stands there, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at you. The look he gives is so intense you can’t help but want to roll around laughing.

A party. You two were invited. And of course, you decided to wear heels. Now you’re taller than him. But Changbin? He doesn’t care. A secure man, confident in his own skin. But you’ve been calling him "stocky," and that’s clearly starting to get to him.

"You think you're funny?" he growls, stepping closer and effortlessly wrapping his big, muscled arms around you in a headlock, squishing your cheeks between his biceps. "Hmm? Answer me." He knows you secretly love it.

And you do.

"Binnie—" You gasp as he releases you, and you fall back onto the bed like a puddle, your face flushed with heat. You were supposed to be getting ready for the party, but instead, you were here, caught in this moment. "Can you do it again?" The words slip out before you can stop them.

He scoffs, lifting you in his arms as if you weigh nothing, and casually tosses you over his shoulder. "Later," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You might hate being babied, but when it’s your boyfriend doing it, you can’t say you mind at all.