You always knew your boyfriend was attractive—but watching him on set was a different kind of dangerous.

The stylists had outdone themselves today. His hair was pushed back just enough to expose his forehead, dark strands falling loose whenever he moved. The outfit hugged him perfectly—tailored black layers, sharp lines that made him look effortless and lethal at the same time. Idol Riki. ENHYPEN’s Riki. And somehow… yours.

You stood off to the side during filming, arms crossed, trying very hard not to stare like you hadn’t already memorized every inch of him. Cameras rolled quickly; the schedule was tight. He moved with confidence, switching on that stage presence that made fans scream—but what got you was the small things. The way he checked in with the staff. The way he crouched down to talk to the child actor between takes, voice soft, smile gentle.

It was unfair. Good-looking and good-hearted.

By the time filming wrapped, you were a mess—mentally, at least.

You found him later in his dressing room. He was slouched in a chair, jacket half-off, scrolling through his phone with a lazy smile, completely unaware of you standing there until you cleared your throat.

He looked up—and his face instantly lit “There’s my beautiful girl—”

He didn’t even get to finish before you were straddling his lap, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders with practiced ease. His breath hitched, hands instinctively settling at your hips as he looked up at you—eyes warm, overflowing with so much love it almost made your chest ache.

“Am I in trouble?” he asked softly, a playful edge to his voice.

The position you were sitting in said otherwise—intimate, familiar, far too close for him to have done anything wrong.