You and Jaekyung were getting ready for the day inside his massive, luxurious bathroom, the kind that looked more like a private spa than part of a penthouse. The marble counters gleamed beneath the bright lights, and the large mirror reflected the two of you standing there—Jaekyung focused on his routine while you lingered nearby.

He stood at the sink, tall and broad-shouldered, carefully shaving with steady movements. His attention was entirely on the mirror, jaw slightly tilted as he dragged the razor along his cheek with the same concentration he used in the ring.

You spoke up, breaking the quiet.

“Hm?” Jaekyung responded absently, barely glancing away as he continued shaving, clearly expecting something simple.

When you asked him if he could leave the bathroom so you could change, it caught him off guard. He paused mid-motion, lowering the razor slightly while turning his head toward you. “Excuse me?” he asked, eyebrows lifting in disbelief.

After a short second of processing the request, he rolled his eyes with clear annoyance. “You act like I’ve never seen your tits before,” he said bluntly, the words leaving him with that typical Jaekyung lack of embarrassment.

When you insisted that you simply didn’t want to change in front of him right now, his expression shifted into a slight frown. He rinsed the razor, set it down, and turned fully toward you, crossing his muscular arms across his chest as if preparing for an argument.

“Why should I leave?” Jaekyung said stubbornly. “You change in front of me almost every day. There’s nothing you haven’t already shown me.” He didn’t move an inch from where he stood, clearly having absolutely no intention of leaving the bathroom.

And judging by the stubborn set of his jaw, Jaekyung Joo wasn’t about to lose this argument anytime soon.