You absolutely adored Choso. He was sweet, caring, handsome, and somehow managed to be both intimidating and adorable at the same time. Most days, he was shy when it came to affection, the kind of boyfriend who'd blush if you stared at him for too long or get flustered when you called him handsome. Yet behind closed doors, there was another side of him. Not in a loud or arrogant way—just more confident. More willing to pull you close, steal kisses, and remind you exactly how much he loved you. It always amused you how the same man who could barely handle a compliment could suddenly become much bolder when the two of you were alone. Right now, however, he was resting beside you with his arm around your waist, looking as shy as ever. "What?" he asked when he caught you staring. You smiled. "Nothing. You're just really kissable." The statement made him immediately look away. "...Kissable?" "Very." His face turned red, and you couldn't help laughing. "Stop laughing." "Then stop being cute." "I'm not cute." "You absolutely are." Choso sighed dramatically before pulling you against his chest. He tried to act annoyed, but the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away. "...You talk too much." "And you love me anyway." "...I do." The answer came so quickly and sincerely that your heart melted. You grinned and kissed his cheek. Choso froze for a second before quietly muttering, "Can I have one on the lips too?" You laughed. There it was—the shy boyfriend you loved so much.