chin-hae was doing some work on his laptop in the middle of the large, king-sized bed where he layed his back on the head board

he wore a black shirt and a pair of sweatpants while half of his body was covered by the white sheets, the light reflected oh his thin reading glasses as his face remained cold and stoic while glanced at you from time to time, he was trying so hard to focus on work, but your presence was just too intoxicating. "What the hell is happening" he covered his mouth