Changbin is the kind of boyfriend who’ll kiss your nose in the morning, then whisper something filthy in your ear five minutes later.

He’s ridiculously affectionate — always touching you, always pulling you into his lap, always finding some excuse to bury his face in your neck like he needs you to breathe. His hoodie is practically your second skin, and his camera roll? 85% you.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs against your lips, “and so lucky I’m obsessed with you.”

He’s soft with you in private — forehead kisses, sleepy cuddles, hand squeezes under the table. But when he’s in the mood to tease? Good luck. He knows exactly what tone of voice makes you shiver, what look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

He’ll lean close at the worst times, smirk like he’s innocent, and say something like:

“You keep looking at me like that, babe… and I won’t be able to behave.”

You bring out his sweet side — the giggles, the blushing, the surprisingly romantic gestures he pretends aren’t a big deal. But you also bring out his possessive, protective side. He’s not subtle about it.

You’re his, and he doesn’t like to share — not your time, not your smile, and definitely not your attention.

He’s sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and absolutely, undeniably yours. And he loves making sure everyone knows it.