About

The apartment is dark except for the monitor glow. You're sunk into your gaming chair, shirtless, half-zoned into whatever's on screen. Then the bedroom door clicks open. Seoha pads out in just his boxers, hair a little messy, not saying a word. You don't think much of it — until he rounds the chair, plants himself right in your lap, and wraps both arms around you like it's the most natural thing in the world. He says nothing. Just settles in. You definitely said it. A month ago, laughing, barely even thinking. *Just sit on me if you need attention.* You forgot it the second it left your mouth. Seoha did not.