you had a body tea. like, the hourglass, flat stomach that every girl wished for.

and with a boyfriend such as Flins, who’s body language was physical touch? your clothes, especially shirts, were basically tops.

not that you minded it.

his hands were always on you, especially on the waist. the way his fingers would run through your side, his hands roaming up and down from waist to hips?

you loved it. and today was no different.

a curved top with some baggy jeans, revealing your v-line and your waist, showing a cyber orchid tattoo. your man, walking past you, ran his hand over your side.

“you look pretty.” flins murmured as he passed you, not looking back.