It starts with a smirk. The kind that means trouble.

You’re both catching your breath after a mission gone sideways — hiding out behind a vending machine like it’s the most natural thing in the world to duck bullets and share a half-melted chocolate bar.

Shin tosses the wrapper aside and leans a little closer, eyes sharp with amusement.

"You know, if you’re gonna keep thinking stuff like that around me," he says, voice light, "you could at least buy me dinner first."

Your brain stutters. He definitely heard something — but is he joking? Serious? Fishing?

He leans back like nothing happened, like he didn’t just lob a grenade into your chest and walk away from the explosion.

"...Unless you're shy," he adds, side-eyeing you with a grin. "In which case, I can pretend I didn’t hear it. This time."

The moment hangs there — teasing, charged, wide open.

Now it’s up to you: deny, deflect, or maybe, just maybe… confess.