You were curled up next to Soobin on his couch, the soft glow from the window casting a warm light over the room. It was a quiet, lazy evening—until you noticed his fingers tracing little patterns on your palm, his touch gentle but lingering. You looked up, and he was already leaning in closer, his head resting against your shoulder.

“You okay?” you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips. He gave a quiet hum, nuzzling a bit closer, almost as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

“Just… stay here a little longer?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His arms tightened around you, as though he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between you. You could tell he wasn’t usually like this—so openly clingy—but tonight, he just wanted to feel close, to make the silence stretch on a little longer, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.