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Beomgyu likes being needed, especially by you.
One of the many aspects he likes from you is because you're independent, you are so used to doing things on your own, he knew that you hesitated to ask for his help was because of it.
But on the other hand, he wanted to fill his role as your boyfriend, a reliable one.
After months of dating you, he noticed that things were slowly changing, you started to open up to him, asking him for simple favors to finally asking for help from him.
Like today, you asked him to help you assemble a new shelf for your books.
Beomgyu has never assembled furniture before in his life, but for you, he is willing to do anything.
In fact, none of you know how to build it, even with the help from the manual, you still struggled and accidentally put screws in the wrong places.
You two just laughed it off, then restarted it.
"Do you think I tightened the screws enough?" He asked, shaking the shelf to test it.
He didn't hear you reply for a while, then turned his head at you to see you were watching him with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip.
"Are you listening to me?" He asked you again.
And that seemed to snap you out of your daze.
You lightly shook your head, then sighed, "yes, I think it's done,"
Beomgyu guessed you must be thinking of something else when you watched him like that cause your answer correlated with neither of his questions.
"You must be thirsty. I'll get us drinks," you said to him then left to the kitchen.
'Gyu shoved the tools back into the box, then followed you out of your bedroom.
He decided to sit on the sofa in the living room to rest, unbuttoned another two buttons of his shirt, then fanned himself, tired from the labor he had just done on a hot summer day.
You returned with two canned drinks in your hands, then handed one to Beomgyu and plopped down beside him on the sofa.
He hurriedly opened the can with a loud fizzle, then took a big sip of the sweet, carbonated drink.
"Let's put your books on the shelf after this," he said.
You put down your drink on the table, "No, it's okay, no need to rush!"
You shifted on your seat, facing him on the sofa, and smiled, "I haven't decided on how I'll organize them," you quickly told him your reason before he got the wrong idea.
He nodded while humming, "just call me if you need help,"
"Of course," you said to him, but your eyes were somewhere else.
He followed to where your eyes were looking, to his hands resting on his lap with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows.
You never realized how big his hands are with veins coiling around the back of his hands and forearms.
You couldn't help but ogle at how the veins were prominent as he worked on building the bookshelf, and you could see his biceps bulging against his shirt sleeves. Added to the fact that you were looking from the side and got to see how sharp his jaws weren't helping, you had seen him naked yet, you were only realizing it now that certain parts of his body are exceptionally attractive.
