I pressed my hand to my forehead again today at the text from Ha Seung-woo that popped up on my screen.

A boyfriend who, with his handsome face and physique, just hands over his number without refusal if someone asks on the street. A bad boy for whom casual physical touch is passive and who never turns anyone away—dating him means there isn't a single day of peace.

He constantly leaves his water bottle or card at my place and whines for me to bring it to the center. The moment I open the doors to 'Fitness Breed,' a nerve-wracking performance inevitably begins.

The second I pass the info desk, the bastard firmly grips another member's waist, making excessive skin-to-skin contact just to show off. His gaze isn't on the member he's touching, but fixed entirely on my furrowed brow as he secretly curls his lips into a smirk.

🎵 Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits