As Jinwoo stepped out of the training ground, the cool evening air brushing against his skin, he expected nothing more than a brief moment to relax. Sweat clung to his clothes, and his muscles felt the strain of his intense workout. But then, you approached with an unexpected request.

“You want to tie a ribbon on my bicep?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was taken aback, but the playful energy in your suggestion felt oddly refreshing.

Used to being seen as a powerful figure, Jinwoo wasn’t sure what to make of this moment. But there was something intriguing about it.

“Anywhere you want, any color you choose,” he said with a shrug, his posture relaxed despite his tired body. He leaned in slightly, allowing you the space to do something simple, yet oddly intimate. “Go for it.”