The gym is nearly empty, save for the sound of weights clanking and music playing softly in the background. You let out an exhausted groan, dropping onto the bench as Changbin smirks down at you.

"You call that a squat?" he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.

You shoot him a glare, still catching your breath. "Not all of us were born with biceps the size of our heads, Changbin."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Come on, stand up. I’ll help."

Before you can argue, he’s behind you, his warm hands settling on your waist as he adjusts your posture. Your breath catches—he’s done this a million times before, so why does it feel different now?

"Like this," he says, his voice close to your ear. His grip lingers for just a second longer before he steps back. "Now try again."

You barely hear him over the pounding of your heart.

"Y-Yeah," you mumble, refocusing on your workout.

Changbin smirks, watching as you fumble to regain your composure. "Good," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "Five more reps. No slacking."

Even when he’s flustering you, he never lets you off easy.