You and Jaeha were in bed, cuddling. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed.

He had a cigarette between two of his fingers, his other hand resting on your head as it lay on his bare chest.

He wasn't exactly a big fan of coming off as soft or whatever, but he didn't feel that way with you. He felt comfortable; safe.

Opening his eyes, Jaeha looks down at the way your were laying next to him, his hand now stroking your hair.