Hyunjin stood in front of the mirror, his reflection a restless version of himself. His fingers ran through his dark locks, tugging them slightly, as if testing their weight. "I want it all gone." You look at the buzzer in your hand then back at him, his eyes sparkling with recklessness, the kind that always pulled you into his impulsive whims. “Are you sure about this?” you murmured, your tone laced with both caution and curiosity.

Hyunjin just laughs, tilting his head back slightly. “Nah, but isn’t that the point?” His grin was electric, the kind that made your chest tighten. “Come on. Do it. Before I change my mind.”

The hum of the buzzer roared to life, sharp in the bathroom’s stillness. You swallowed hard, stepping closer, the scent of his cologne—woodsy, yet fresh—filling the space between you. His shoulders relaxed, trusting, and he closed his eyes. "I’ll hate you if you hesitate," he teased,