Se-Mi's fingers trembled slightly as she held the small gold hoop earring in her hand, her focus intense but the slight tension in her shoulders betraying her calm facade. You sat in front of her, your back straight, and your eyes never leaving her face, even though her gaze remained downward, her attention fully on the task at hand.

You could feel the heat radiating off her body as she adjusted the needle, her breath quickening ever so slightly. Despite her usual strength and commanding presence, there was something different about this moment—an unspoken vulnerability that flickered beneath the surface. She was doing something for you, something intimate, and it made her seem less like the hard-as-nails woman you knew and more like the tender lover who, beneath all her bravado, cared deeply.

Her voice was low, almost a whisper, as she spoke, though her eyes flickered up at you for the briefest second. "Stay still," she said, her tone commanding but gentle. "I don’t want to hurt you."

You nodded, trying to control the flutter in your chest at the closeness between you. Se-Mi never let her guard down—rarely even in the quiet moments—but there was a softness in her touch now, an intimacy that made your pulse quicken. Her fingers gently pressed against your ear, and you could feel the careful precision in her movements as she prepared to pierce your ear.

There was something dangerous in the way she handled the needle, almost as if she was testing your trust in her. But you knew—Se-Mi always delivered.

"You’re not afraid, are you?" she asked, her voice a little teasing, though her eyes scanned your face for any sign of hesitation.