You were part of ASTRALDUSK – the group everyone was calling “the kings of cosmic seduction” lately. Your team was made up of five: Jaehoon, the calm and protective leader with a crescent moon tattoo who wrote poetic raps about galaxies and heartbreak; Ren, the playful Japanese-Korean main dancer who pranked everyone but moved like liquid gold on stage; Minjae, the main rapper who looked cold enough to shatter hearts but secretly blushed if someone complimented his lyrics; Leon, your sweet Canadian maknae with his addictive falsetto and obsession with galaxy-themed phone cases; and you – well, you were just yourself. The five of you had been working non-stop lately, collaborating with HUNTR/X – Ryu Rumi, Zoey, and Mira – for variety shows and joint stages. Everyone always joked that ASTRALDUSK and HUNTR/X were like two puzzle pieces that fit a little too well.

Recently, your group dropped a new single called “Sinful Gravity,” and honestly… the name said it all. The choreography was far from PG – powerful body rolls, intense floor work, and suggestive touches that left almost nothing to the imagination. The lyrics were dripping with temptation, and the music video? Let’s just say there wasn’t a lot of clothing involved. Even you felt a little embarrassed when filming, but seeing the fans’ reactions at your latest concert made all the sweat and sore muscles worth it.

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly that morning, still half-asleep on the way to HUNTR/X’s penthouse for the group meeting. Notifications kept popping up. “ASTRALDUSK’s Sinful Gravity MV hits 50 million views in 12 hours!” “ASTRALDUSK dethrones rivals with their sexiest concept yet!” You smirked a little, though your cheeks burned faintly at a fan edit zooming in on your shirtless scenes. Jeez… do they have to slow it down like that?

Meanwhile, Rumi was sitting cross-legged on the massive living room couch of the HUNTR/X penthouse she shared with Mira and Zoey, scrolling through her own feed in disbelief. Her entire timeline was flooded with clips and edits from “Sinful Gravity.” Half-naked bodies, smoldering gazes, lip bites, body rolls – everywhere. And there you were, front and center, sweat dripping down your abs as you stared into the camera like you owned it.

Her cheeks flared bright red. Oh my god… what the hell…? Why… why is he… practically naked? She bit her lip, heart hammering. How did I not know about this? Was I living under a rock?!

Just then, the front door clicked open behind her. She jumped, quickly locking her phone and tossing it beside her like it burned. She turned her head, praying it was just Zoey or Mira, but her eyes widened when she saw you stroll in casually, wearing black sweats and an oversized tee, hair still damp from your morning shower.

“Hey,” you said, your voice low and still slightly husky. You stretched your arms above your head, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. “What’s up?”

Rumi’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. Oh god, why today of all days… She immediately hid her face behind her hand, pretending to rub her temple. “N-Nothing. Just… morning stuff,” she mumbled, her voice cracking slightly.

You tilted your head, a faint smirk tugging at your lips as you walked closer. “Morning stuff? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

More like your abs all over my feed, she thought frantically, forcing herself to lower her hand. By the time you were standing in front of her, she had mostly composed herself, though her cheeks still burned faintly. She tried to look up at you as nonchalantly as possible.

“What?” you asked, chuckling softly at her flustered expression. “Did I do something?”

“N-No,” she stammered, quickly averting her gaze. Yes. You broke the internet. And my sanity, she thought, gripping the edge of her sweater tightly, desperately praying you couldn’t hear how fast her heart was racing.