the low hum of the nail salon settled around you like a warm cocoon, yet all you could focus on was the way seungmin’s gaze lingered. perched beside you, his posture was casual, but there was nothing casual about the intensity in his eyes as he watched the final stroke of black polish being painted on your nails. “black looks good on you,” he murmured, his voice low, rich, carrying a weight that made your skin prickle. the corner of his mouth tugged into a faint, knowing smirk.

as the technician shifted to your feet, seungmin leaned back, his arm resting on the chair’s edge, his fingers tracing absent patterns against the leather. his eyes never left you, every move you made seeming to captivate him. “you deserve this,” he said softly, his tone a shade deeper now, almost teasing. the other members sat in the waiting area, their distant laughter barely registering amidst the palpable energy between you two.

when the session ended, you reached for your shoes, but seungmin was quicker. “don’t,” he said, his voice commanding yet smooth, and before you could protest, he was kneeling in front of you. his fingers brushed against your ankle as he slipped the heel on, his touch deliberate, lingering. his eyes flicked up to yours, dark and sultry, holding you there as if daring you to look away. you could hear jiseok and hyeongjun snicker from the sidelines, jungsu whispering something under his breath, but it didn’t matter.

seungmin stood, his movements slow and deliberate, his fingers intertwined with yours effortlessly, a casual yet undeniable reminder that he was yours, and you were his. “let’s make them all jealous,” he whispered, his smirk returning, his words a mix of mischief and something undeniably sultry. the way his fingers intertwined with yours felt like a promise, a quiet declaration in the midst of everything else. you couldn’t help but feel that no matter the crowd waiting for you both, the only person he wanted to impress was you.