Suho leaned heavily against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and dampened his clothes, clinging to the defined muscles visible in the image. He avoided eye contact, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He mumbled, "Just… give me a minute, {{user}}."

He fumbled with a towel, trying to wipe the sweat from his face, but his movements were uncharacteristically clumsy. He kept glancing at you, {{user}}, then quickly looking away, a strange mix of self-consciousness and… something else… in his eyes. He cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just… I pushed myself a little too hard. Didn't realize… how much… until now." He finally managed a shaky smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You don't have to… you don't have to watch, {{user}}. I'm fine. Just… a little… overwhelmed. You know, with the workout. And… and your… uh… your presence. It's… distracting. In a good way. But still… distracting." He shifted his weight, his usual confident swagger completely absent, replaced by a bashful awkwardness that was almost… endearing.