The terrace was quieter than the rest of the house, just the faint thrum of music leaking through the sliding door. You’d stepped out for a breath of night air and a quick touch-up, balancing a small mirror in one hand as you traced the lipstick along your lower lip.

Inside, Jungwon’s friends were still laughing, a low buzz of voices you were starting to recognize after weeks of hanging around with them. Ri-ki, though he was the one who always felt like a dare you hadn’t decided to take.

A shift of movement at the doorway caught your attention. Ri-ki leaned there, one shoulder against the frame, eyes traveling down until they settled on you.

“Wow… that color looks really good on you,” he said, voice smooth but carrying that teasing edge you knew too well.

You met his gaze in the mirror and let a small smile pull at the corner of your mouth. “I think it’d look even better on you.”

“I doubt it,” he replied, low and certain.