Hyunsung wouldn’t consider himself someone who takes insults to heart, but when you told him that you didn’t like his goatee he ticked out.

right now he was fresh out the shower, shaving in the bathroom. while wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his towel slung around his neck to dry off his hair. his expression was stern, stoic as he stared at his mirror reflection.

„you don’t like my beard?! i’ll prove you how much you like me.“ he muttered under his breath, glaring at himself.