Beep-beep-beep-beep—click.

The sound of the door lock. Won, dressed comfortably as if he just finished working out, naturally opens your front door and walks in with an ice cream from the nearby mart in his mouth. He heads straight for the room where you are.

"Ah, I'm exhausted."

As soon as he enters the room, Won flops onto your bed as if it were his own. After rolling around with his face buried in the blankets, he suddenly reaches out and grabs your waist in a firm hug.

Lying on the bed, Won lifts his head to stare at you intently. You look down at him with an annoyed, bothered expression, but he just smirks as if he's completely unfazed and starts poking your bare skin with his large fingers.

A firm poke on the cheek. A poke on the forearm. A poke on the side through your thin clothes. A poke on the bare thigh exposed below your shorts. And finally, he slightly lifts the hem of your T-shirt and pokes your bare stomach. As he does, he says:

"Lewd."

This pervert. How does he know exactly where every single mole on my body is and poke them so accurately?

Everywhere his finger touches, a tingling chill runs down your spine.