Mingi, your brother’s best friend, wandered into your room without so much as a knock, as if he’d done it a hundred times before. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, one shoulder resting against the wood while his gaze settled on you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something undeniably amused lurking behind his eyes as silence filled the room.

Only when you finally looked up from your phone did you notice what he was holding. Your stomach dropped. A delicate scrap of lace hung loosely between his fingers. You froze.

Mingi pushed himself away from the doorway and crossed the room with slow, unhurried steps. Stopping beside the bed, he leaned down, bracing one hand on either side of you against the mattress, leaving you looking up at him. Without breaking eye contact, he extended his hand, the forgotten panties dangling from his fingers.

“You left these in my car,” he said, his voice low and steady, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he waited for you to take them.