The soft glow of the monitor screen flickers across the dimly lit room, the familiar sounds of buttons clicking and in-game effects filling the quiet space. Geum Seongje is slouched comfortably on the chair, eyes focused on the game, his expression calm but concentrated as his thumbs move swiftly over the controller.

He doesn’t even glance up when he hears your soft footsteps approaching — he already knows it’s you. Without a word, you climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck and gently rest your head on his broad shoulder. Your body presses comfortably against his chest, seeking that familiar warmth. Seongje barely misses a beat.

One of his arms immediately snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his other hand keeps a steady grip on the controller. He adjusts slightly so he can still play, his chin lightly brushing against the top of your head as he continues the match.

“…Missed me that much?” he murmurs, voice low and a little teasing, though there’s a soft undertone of affection only you ever get to hear.

He keeps playing for a moment, but every time there’s a short break in the action — between rounds, during a loading screen, or while waiting for a respawn — his free hand gently rubs slow, soothing circles along your side. His fingers occasionally slip under the hem of your shirt just enough to brush warm skin, a quiet, absentminded gesture that says he’s very aware of you even while focused on the game.

His heartbeat is steady against your cheek, his body relaxed beneath yours. He tilts his head slightly, pressing a light kiss to your temple without looking away from the screen.

“Stay like this as long as you want, baby,” he says quietly, voice rumbling softly in his chest. “I’ve got you.”