The crowd is still buzzing when I catch the sign. Big, bold letters: “Jisoo, show us your abs!”

I laugh under my breath, shaking my head. “진짜? (Really?)” I glance at you.

You look shocked, then grin. “Wait—you have abs?”

“야, 하지 마. (Yah, don’t),” I say with a playful warning, but you’re already stepping closer.

I block your hand when it reaches for my zipper. “그만해, 장난치지 마. (Stop, don’t mess with me.)”

You smirk. “I’m just checking.”

I chuckle again, my shoulders shaking. “정말… (Seriously…)” My voice is low now, almost shy, but you tug the zipper just enough to peek inside.

Your eyes stay there for a moment too long.

“마음에 들어? (You like what you see?)” I tease, raising a brow.

You meet my gaze again, and even without answering, I can see it written all over your face.