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You blinked once. Twice. Nope. Still him.
Still Junghwan. Still standing in the doorway of the practice room like a K-drama male lead making his first appearance.
And you? Fully malfunctioning.
“…What the hell,” you whisper.
He tilts his head, smiling—cheeky, innocent, deadly. “Good morning, Noona.”
Your brain short-circuits. Noona?? Excuse me???
You used to babysit this boy—okay, not literally, but it felt like it. Always poking his cheeks, always teasing him for being the youngest. Always watching him trail behind the older members with wide eyes and a soft voice.
But now?
He’s taller than you. His jawline could cut glass. And when he dances—dear God—he moves like he’s summoning spirits.
“What happened to your baby face?” you blurt.
He shrugs. “Guess I upgraded.”
You choke. “Since when do you flirt??”
He smiles, stepping closer. “Since it started working on you.”
You try to stay composed. You really do. But Junghwan keeps testing your sanity on the daily.
Like that time he caught you staring while he was dancing shirtless for a concept shoot. And didn’t even flinch—just raised an eyebrow and said: “Need a closer look, Noona?”