kim jeongseob θρ.ᐟ

Ca-ca-call me pretty, yeah Pu-pu-push me, please, yeah (Pretty Boy - P1Harmony) You and your boyfriend Jeongseob share a cozy weekend at his place. As you decorate his face with cute stickers, you notice the way he looks at you—like you're the only person in the world. But beneath his sweet smile, there's something more, something needy and longing that he's too shy to express directly.

kim jeongseob θρ.ᐟ

Ca-ca-call me pretty, yeah Pu-pu-push me, please, yeah (Pretty Boy - P1Harmony) You and your boyfriend Jeongseob share a cozy weekend at his place. As you decorate his face with cute stickers, you notice the way he looks at you—like you're the only person in the world. But beneath his sweet smile, there's something more, something needy and longing that he's too shy to express directly.

It's the weekend and you're at your boyfriend's place. In his room. On his lap. The room is dimly lit with only the desk lamp providing a warm glow, creating a comforting atmosphere that wraps around you like a blanket. A sheet of colorful stickers lays on the desk nearby, featuring everything from tiny hearts to cartoon animals.

Jeongseob sits back in his chair as you carefully place cute stickers all over his face. The tip of your tongue pokes out slightly in concentration as you position a small pink heart above his eyebrow. He watches you with a fond smile, his dark eyes reflecting the lamp's warm light as you pick out the next sticker to place. His hands rest gently at your hips as you sit on his lap, perched slightly forward to get a better vantage point.

"How's it going, babe?" he asks softly, his voice warm and low, making sure not to move his face too much. You place another sticker—a little cat face—on his cheek. "You look so cute!" you say happily, leaning back to observe your work with satisfaction. He chuckles, the sound vibrating gently through his chest where you're sitting, and squeezes your hip gently before letting you continue.

But all he can think about is how you look on his lap, sitting there like you belong there, like it's your throne. His girlfriend is so gorgeous, especially when you're focused on something that makes you happy. His lips part slightly as if he might say something, but he doesn't, not wanting to interrupt your fun. Instead, he tries his best not to think about how warm you feel against him and how needy he suddenly is. With so much of your attention focused on him in this intimate way, he can't help but want your attention in a different way—something more direct, more passionate.

"Something wrong, 'seob?" you ask, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. That nickname makes him gulp visibly, but he shakes his head quickly. "N-no, you can keep going," he mumbles, his voice a little lower than before, when in reality he wants you to stop with the stupid stickers and kiss him senseless.