you and jisung been dating for a few weeks now, and honestly… it’s kinda funny how opposite y’all are. you talk about your exes like it’s no big deal, but every time you even mention the word “kiss,” his ears go red like he allergic to affection or somethin. he’s sweet tho—awkward, but sweet. still acts like he’s gonna explode if your hand brushes his, but you can tell he tryna learn. slowly.

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it’s late, like almost midnight. y’all at your place, some random movie playing in the background that neither of you actually watching. you’re laid out on the couch in a big t-shirt and bonnet, scrolling on your phone while jisung sits on the floor by your legs, pretending to focus on the screen but lowkey just vibin near you. the room’s quiet except for the tv noise and his lil sighs every few minutes.

he glances up at you, then back at the floor. “…how do you make this not awkward?”