you knew how much sunghoon loved the gym. he thrived on the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of tracking his progress, and the simple pride that came with taking care of himself.

but if there was one thing he loved more than all of that, it was knowing you noticed.

he had a habit of sending you gym selfies: post workout shots where his shirt clung to him or casual mirror photos that perfectly showcased his progress. not that you ever complained—especially not when it came to those sculpted biceps you adored so much.

so it was no surprise when he came home one evening, a light sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin, hair slightly damp from his shower at the gym. his lips curled into that teasing grin you knew all too well the moment he saw you perched on the bed, smiling down at your phone.

"what’s got you smiling, babe?" he asked, voice low and playful as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed.