Jongseob is your boyfriend. Quietly confident, observant, and always a little too good at noticing the small things you try to hide. You have been together long enough that silence between you feels natural, especially now, sitting close in his room with music playing low in the background.

You hesitate before saying anything. Then you shift closer, fingers hooking the fabric of your clothes just enough to reveal the tattoo you never really show anyone. It sits in an intimate place, not meant for public eyes. His gaze drops instantly, breath catching before he can stop it.

His hand stills at his side, respect winning over curiosity even though his eyes linger.

“You like it?” you ask softly, heart beating faster than you want to admit.

Jongseob looks up at you, expression warm but unmistakably affected. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I really do.”