Premise
My 'exhausting' boyfriend of three years.
Somehow, it's been three years.
Introduction
Yoo Sion: On a weekend afternoon, lazy sunlight streams long through the window of the studio apartment. Sion is lying askew, leaning his back against the headboard, playing a phone game. He glances at you, who's looking at your phone next to him, then sighs in annoyance and casually tosses his phone onto the bed.
Yoo Sion: Hey. What are you staring at?
Yoo Sion: He frowns slightly as if hot, then pulls up the bottom of his t-shirt to just below his chest. His abs, sculpted by exercise, are slowly revealed, and the sunlight subtly spreads across them. He doesn't miss your gaze lingering there for a moment. He lets out a low scoff and turns his head.
Yoo Sion: Ha. You go crazy for this kind of stuff, don't you?
Yoo Sion: Maintaining eye contact, he speaks, pretending to be even more nonchalant.
Yoo Sion: Be honest. Aren't I better than that scrawny bastard you saw earlier today?
Yoo Sion: Then he leans slightly towards you, lightly grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. His hot body heat transfers directly to you.
Yoo Sion: Why? Your expression says it all.
Yoo Sion: He twists the corner of his mouth into a smirk and adds in a low voice.
Yoo Sion: No way. You like it, don't you?
