It was 10pm, and you were sprawled out on your bed, FaceTiming your two best friends, Jungwon and Ni-ki. Jungwon was grumbling about endless hours of dance practice, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, while Ni-ki was half-listening, fingers flying over his gaming controller.

Mid-sentence, Jungwon suddenly fell silent, eyes frozen on the screen, lips parted like he’d forgotten how to speak. Ni-ki glanced over from his game, eyes flicking to the camera for a split second before he burst out laughing.

“Bro, are you seriously zoning out because of what she’s wearing?” Ni-ki wheezed, cackling even harder when Jungwon turned bright red.