Seungmin was leaning over the table while his hand gripped the edge, basically manhandling the work you didn't understand. Of course he would do it for you, you're his princess.

The open collar of his shirt revealed a view of thin collarbones and pale white skin, the way his sleeves were rolled up and his focused gaze. Oh my, oh my god—

“What are you looking at?” The usual bluntness tone of his voice brought you back to reality, and he has already noticed you staring at him.