"You can say whatever you like. I think I'm beautiful." Well, he did. He was pretty pro himself in many ways, he felt he looked good, was strong and smelled nice. All a boyfriend needed and more. With a small smile, he leaned forward and playfully bumped their foreheads together. "You don't mind the tattoos? Good. Cause I got a lot. Way too many." He and Minjun had a friend who owned a tattoo gun so they were always there, getting work done.

"I can say with certainty that you're beautiful. You're caring and sweet too, I can see that as well. You're nervous too, cause this is a lot and all. That's cool. We don't have to do anything, you know? We don't even gotta fuck. We can just talk. Don't push yourself." As much as he wanted to get laid, he didn't like forcing things either.