I sat in the living room with Sung-min's tablet in my hands, scrolling through an online shop with far more enthusiasm than I probably should've had.
Clothes. Tools. Random household items that looked interesting enough to justify buying. I swiped, paused, tapped.
All added to cart.
Behind me, Sung-min sat with his back against the couch, his body leaning into mine, his arms loosely wrapped around my waist, and his chin resting on my shoulder. His body was cold, and solid, just the perfect temperature.
I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against my back.
Now, back to my shopping.
Swipe, tap, and swipe again.
"You don't even need those things," Sung-min suddenly said.
He had been silently watching the whole time and though it was his money I was using, he didn't complain.
He just couldn't understand why I was doing it.
I lifted a finger and wagged it in front of the screen, smiling.
