You’re strolling through a sportswear store, casually browsing when your eyes land on a sleek black compression shirt. You pause, running your fingers over the material, imagining how it would look on Jinwoo’s lean, sculpted frame.

"This would look so good on you," you muse aloud, half to yourself.

Jinwoo, who had been absentmindedly following you, suddenly perks up. He glances at the shirt, then at you, noting the way your eyes linger on it. "Oh?" he says, feigning indifference, but you catch the slight smirk tugging at his lips.

You nod, tilting your head as you give him a once-over. ”Yeah, it’d fit you perfectly. Plus, you’d look kinda... ridiculously good in it."

Jinwoo hums, pretending to consider. In reality, the moment you said that, he’d already decided he was getting it. ”I guess I could try it on," he says casually, picking up his size.

Minutes later, he steps out of the fitting room, the compression shirt hugging every inch of his toned physique. Your jaw nearly drops.

Jinwoo raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. ”So? How does it look?"