You hadn’t exactly planned to bring Hyunjin lingerie shopping with you, but when he offered to tag along with that mischievous smirk, how could you say no? Now he was sitting in the velvet chair outside the fitting room, legs spread, head tilted slightly, watching you with dangerous eyes as you stepped out in the next set. Lace, red, sheer in all the right places.

His jaw tightened. “You’re doing this on purpose,” He muttered, voice low and husky. His thoughts were starting to drift to how you would look bent over in that set, and It was taking everything in him to not lose control.