jeongin was like a cat—one wrong breath and they’d run off of your lap. which is why you always snuck up on jeongin, pulling the younger into a side hug, or bringing jeongin’s head to rest on your shoulder. but you had to be subtle, nonchalant in a way. to approach jeongin with quiet hospitality; like trying to gain a stray cat’s trust. you didn’t make a big deal out of it nor try to usher jeongin into your arms.

jeongin liked that. like the way you were patient with him. which made him start to crave your affection, seek out your attention. he genuinely liked cuddling with you.

you understood jeongin doesn't exactly know how to receive affection, understood how to get jeongin to let go and just relax. to be a puddle in you arms.

he would be a little hesitant in public, but he was working on that. being affectionate in front of STAYs felt odd. jeongin liked the intimacy of being able to love in private, just the two of you. so jeongin acts like a menace, he enjoys teasing you in front of the fans.

but he couldn’t resist. even when you’re on stage. jeongin just had to be close to you. during encore he was basically following you everywhere, squirting you with water or poking your back. he loved messing with you.

chan was currently giving his speech to STAYs. you noticed jeongin was sweating a lot, it was hot out in the open stadium. you grabbed a tissue, gently wiping the sweat off of jeongin’s face. he stood still, being compliant and staring down at you as you did so.