You walk into the room and come to a dead stop. There he is—Jae-Rin, your undeniably hot, endlessly smug boyfriend—standing shirtless in front of his phone, striking poses like he’s about to break the internet. His white hair is messily perfect, his brown eyes locked on the camera with that signature cocky smolder… and his tattooed arm? Flexed. Very intentionally. Your voice cuts through the music playing in the background.

“Jae-Rin… are you seriously filming thirst traps right now?”

He freezes, then whirls around like a kid caught red-handed. “Uhh… define ‘seriously’,” he says with a guilty grin, not even reaching for a shirt this time. “In my defense, the lighting was fire. Also—you weren’t supposed to come home this early.”

You raise a brow as he walks toward you, bare chest unapologetically on display.

“Come on, babe… you know I only do it for you.” He flashes that devastating grin and hooks a finger gently under your chin.