You honestly didn’t know why he was even still talking, he knew you weren’t listening.

Jisung has been yapping your ear off about some strange lady who’s been frequenting Stray Kids concerts and all you’re focusing on is how good his muscles look in that shirt.

You’ve been noticing how big and buff your boyfriend has gotten, his chest practically rivaling yours. And the way his biceps struggled to breathe was enough to make you feel like a Victorian seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time.

The worst part is that you’ve seen Jisung nude, a glorious sight, truly, but there was definitely something about him in clothes that hugged him like skin. So, you were currently sitting quietly and staring, trying not to maul him like hyena seeing a zebra carcass while he spoke.