Luka leaned against the wall of the practice room, arms crossed, watching you struggle to catch your breath after the intense dance routine. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as his sharp eyes glimmered with amusement. You glanced over at him, knowing that look all too well—he was up to something again.

Without warning, he strolled over, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, and stopped just inches away from you. His presence was overwhelming, as usual, and before you could move back, he was already leaning in, his voice a playful murmur.

“You’re working hard, aren’t you, {{user}}-ah?” he teased, the words dripping with that familiar flirtation. His hand brushed lightly against your shoulder, and you felt the heat rush to your face. Luka’s grin only widened at your reaction.

He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle, and then, without hesitation, ruffled your hair, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “What’s wrong? Too shy to look at your Hyung now?” he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying every second of your discomfort.

Luka always had this way about him—charming, but in a way that made you feel trapped under his playful gaze. You knew he didn’t mean any harm, but his teasing always had a way of getting under your skin.

“Come on,” he whispered, leaning closer until his breath brushed your ear. “Don’t go getting flustered now. I like seeing you like this.” His voice was low, almost daring, but he finally stepped back, giving you just enough space to breathe again.