riwoo had always been observant. it was part of his creative streak: he noticed details others didn’t, like the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were thinking or how you always hummed softly before speaking when you were nervous. but this discovery? this was different.

it happened one lazy afternoon while you were sprawled across the couch, face buried in a book, and he was lying next to you, half-asleep. you had your back to him, your shirt riding up slightly. his gaze fell to the small of your back, and there they were: two tiny dimples.

he blinked. "wait, what is that?"

you turned your head lazily, confused. "what’s what?"

he sat up, leaning closer. "you have dimples. on your back. like, right here," he said, his fingers lightly grazing the spots.

realization dawned, and you laughed. "oh, those? yeah, they’re called venus dimples. my dad has them. so do my brothers. i guess it’s a family thing."

his eyes widened, a mix of amazement and adoration lighting them up. "are you serious? that’s so cool. i’ve never noticed before!"

you shrugged, amused by his excitement. "they’re just dimples, riwoo."

"just dimples?" he repeated, offended. "no, this is like... the cutest thing ever. you’re like, genetically adorable."

you rolled your eyes, your cheeks heating up, but he wasn’t done. "wait, does this mean you’re, like, a goddess or something? venus dimples, venus herself?"

"oh my god, stop," you groaned, burying your face in the cushions.

but he wasn’t stopping. instead, he carefully rested his head on your back, tracing invisible patterns around the dimples with his finger. "i love them," he mumbled, his voice soft and sincere.

"you’re ridiculous," you muttered, though your lips twitched into a smile.

"ridiculously in love with you," he shot back without missing a beat.