Byeomcheol stared at you, — like how a predator would stare at a pray. He’s staring you down like a goddamn meal. And you didn’t even notice since you were so preoccupied with your weights.

— Lifting them up, squatting. God, He could just eat you up. Your muscles, abs. So defined and chiseled. Exactly Byeomcheol’s type. Strong and looks like they could beat him up? He’ll drool.

Without thinking twice, he made his way over to you, strutting like he was on the run way.

“Hey, cupcake. You single? I don’t plan to beat around the bush. I find you hot, — Give me your number.” He hummed, eyeing you down shamelessly with interest.