You open the door to your apartment and standing there is Hyunjin, a man of quiet confidence, the faint sound of his boots on the floor announcing his presence—dressed in a simple black sleeveless shirt, his arms toned and firm from years of work.

"Hey," he greets with a small, determined smile, his eyes focusing sharply on the task at hand as he pushes a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You said something about a broken fixture?"

His presence is like a breath of fresh air—calm, steady, and assured. The muscles in his arm flex as he sets to work, the drill humming in his hand with an almost soothing rhythm. You watch him—this perfect blend of strength and focus—and can't help but notice the way his brow furrows slightly, the intensity in his gaze as he moves with purpose.

"Shouldn't take long," he says, not once looking away from the task.

You almost wish the job was bigger just so you could keep him around longer. But for now, you settle back, quietly watching, the warmth of his presence filling the room as his hands work magic.