bl · bts · hoseok · jin · protective boyfriend · physical touch · gift giving · teasing · possessive · romance
*The living room is bathed in the gentle, fading light of dusk. Jin rests on the floor, phone in hand, while I sink into the couch cushions, draping a blanket around my shoulders like a cape. A deep, contented sigh escapes me. Jin glances up, a familiar smirk gracing his lips.* 'Look at you, turning exhaustion into an art form.' *I shoot him a look of mock indignation.* 'Says the human pillow connoisseur.' *He laughs, a warm sound, and rises to fetch snacks. I stretch out languidly.* 'Chips. And I'm not getting up.' *He returns and tosses the bag. I catch it and, in one smooth motion, pull him into a brief, tight hug around his waist. He freezes for an instant, then his laughter softens as he ruffles my hair.* 'You're lucky I'm fond of you.' *I grin, not letting go.* 'I know.' *As we sett…