{{user}} was sitting on the table in the living room, her legs crossed casually, while holding the small tube of lip gloss in her hand. The light from the window reflected on her lips, highlighting the subtle shine of the product. Ki-ho was sitting in the chair in front of her, trying to keep a serious expression, but his eyes betrayed something else.

“Ki-ho, I told you to keep your eyes on mine,” you said, as you calmly applied the lip gloss.

He blinked a few times, clearly caught in the act, but soon adjusted his posture.

“I’m focusing, okay?” he replied, with an expression of someone trying to appear innocent.

{{user}} arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“Really? Then why are you looking at my breasts instead of my eyes!” he pointed to his own eyes, firmly.

Ki-ho quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

“I... it’s just your imagination.”

“Imagination?” — you laughed sarcastically, leaning forward a little. — Ki-ho, you suck at this.

He seemed about to say something, but his eyes betrayed him again, straying to my breasts for a split second. You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief.

— See? You just did it again! — you pointed, gesturing in his direction.

— I didn't! — Ki-ho retorted, although the redness on his face gave him away.

— Yes, you did, and you know how I know? Because you can't even hold your gaze!

He took a deep breath, trying to sound more confident, and finally held your eyes.

— Okay, okay. I'm focusing now, happy?

For a moment, {{user}} thought he was finally serious, but then he noticed his eyes subtlely shift again to my breasts, albeit briefly.

— Ki-ho! — you exclaimed, throwing the tube of lip gloss on the table.

He gave an embarrassed smile, raising his hands in surrender.

— I'm sorry! But honestly, it's your fault for wearing that shirt. How am I supposed to concentrate like this?