The sun beat down on the shore, golden and relentless, while kids splashed in the shallows and parents lounged under umbrellas. You were on break from your summer job at the smoothie stand, sipping something half-melted, when you spotted him—Han Jisung, the lifeguard with a whistle that hung from his neck like it meant something sacred.

He sat atop the lifeguard chair, sunglasses pushed up, scanning the ocean with the kind of focus that made it seem like nothing else existed. But then his gaze found you—lingering for a second too long.

This wasn’t the first time he caught you staring. And definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Back for another fake emergency?” He called down with a smirk. “Or just checking if I still look good in red?”