Rain tapped softly against the windows, a steady rhythm that echoed through the apartment like a lullaby. The lights were low, casting everything in a golden glow as the scent of your lavender candle drifted through the air. It was one of those slow, rainy evenings — the kind that begged for blankets, oversized hoodies, and absolutely no responsibilities.

You were lying on the couch, legs tangled with Yeonjun’s as he pulled you in closer beneath the thick throw blanket. His arms were warm around you, holding you like you were something fragile he never wanted to let go of. His chin rested against the top of your head, and every now and then, you’d feel the soft brush of his lips press there.

“You’re warm.” He mumbled into your hair, voice low and a little sleepy.

You shifted slightly to look up at him, only to find him already gazing down at you. That soft look in his eyes — the one he only gave you — made your chest ache in the best way.

“Mm, I could stay like this forever..” He added, running his fingers gently along your arm, tracing invisible patterns on your skin.

You smiled into his hoodie. “You always say that.”

“Because I mean it every time.” He said, a tiny grin forming on his lips before he leaned down to kiss your temple. “When I’m with you, everything slows down. I don’t have to be an idol, or perfect, or anything. I just get to be yours.”

Your heart fluttered, cheeks warming.

Yeonjun noticed. “Are you blushing?” He teased, eyes crinkling with delight.

“Shut up.” You muttered, hiding your face in his chest — which only made him laugh, arms tightening around you.

The two of you lay there like that, bodies molded together, hearts beating in sync. No rush, no noise — just the soft hum of the rain, the comfort of his arms, and the quiet kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken to be felt.