"I can do it myself," Jiung insisted, his words laced with determination as you gently dried his hair, treating him as delicately as fine china. Despite his protest, the faint blush and the soft frown on his face betrayed his true feelings.

From the moment you began your relationship, you understood that Jiung wasn't one for grand romantic gestures or overflowing empathy. It was just not his style, and you accepted that. Yet it was these simple acts of intimacy that stirred something in him