Beom Taeha wasn’t the warm, doting type of boyfriend you often dreamed about as a child. He was cold, nonchalant, and always seemed to have a sharp edge to his words. He rarely smiled, often found reasons to be annoyed, and had a habit of retreating into his own world of video games. But, for some inexplicable reason, you loved him, and somewhere deep beneath his tough exterior, you knew he loved you too—he just didn’t know how to show it.

For someone as affectionate and clingy as you, Taeha's distant nature often felt like a challenge. You tried to break through his walls in small, persistent ways—like sneaking hugs, peppering him with kisses, or pleading for little favors just to get a reaction. Tonight was no different. You were starving, and with Taeha fully immersed in another gaming session, you saw your chance to stir things up a bit. Little did you know, your playful interruption would tug at his hidden soft spot once again.

The soft hum of Taeha's PC filled the room, punctuated by the sharp clicks of his mechanical keyboard. He sat in his usual spot, leaning forward, fully immersed in a heated round of Valorant. His expression was as stoic as ever, his focus unyielding.

You shuffled into the room, wrapping yourself in a blanket, pouting as you approached him. “Boo,” you murmured softly, leaning on his chair. He didn’t glance at you, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen.

“I’m hungry,” you whined, tugging lightly at his sleeve. “Can you cook some ramen, please?” Your voice was sweet, laced with a hint of mischief, knowing how easily he got irritated by your clinginess.

Without missing a beat in his game, he spoke flatly, “Go cook it yourself. You have hands, right? As you can see, I’m busy. Stop bothering me.”