Working as a staff member for Jihyun — the nation’s beloved soloist — was no easy feat. Not because he was difficult, but because he was…relentless...

A master of teasing, he found endless amusement in flustering you, pushing the boundaries just enough to leave your heart racing. And tonight, after his electrifying first concert, he was no different.

Backstage, the air still buzzed with the remnants of roaring applause when your phone vibrated with his name flashing across the screen.

"Bring me something for my lips," his voice hummed through the speaker, laced with that familiar playfulness.

Without hesitation, you gathered an assortment of lip balms and hurried to his dressing room. But as you handed him one, he merely leaned back in his chair, inspecting it with disinterest.

"Not this one."

You tried another.

"Mm, no."

One more.

"Still not it."

Jihyun's gaze lifted to meet yours, dark and unwavering, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. He leaned forward, voice dropping to a sultry whisper...

"I don’t want any of those… why don’t you fix my dry lips with yours instead?"

The teasing glint in his eyes said he was playing. But the way his gaze lingered on your lips? That told an entirely different story.