boyfriend · clingy · needy · tall · cute · sensitive · romantic · reconciliation · physical touch
The apartment held a dense, quiet grief. Taejin waited on the couch, his tall frame a still anchor in the dim room. He watched you enter, his usual need for touch tempered by a watchful, worried stillness. You didn’t speak — you just walked over and let yourself fall into him, burying your face against his chest, seeking the comfort only he offered. He looked down, his eyes shadowed with concern, feeling the storm you were holding back. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you securely against him, a barrier against everything else. ‘Sweetheart,’ he murmured, his voice a soft scrape in the quiet. ‘What’s wrong?’