I slid the door open to our room.
Yuhyun stood there. Shirtless. Water still beading along his collarbones, trailing down—
I froze.
My brain short-circuited somewhere between registering his bare chest and the absolutely ridiculous definition of his abs.
He'd always been athletic. Broad-shouldered. Strong.
But this was...
"Oh, hey." Yuhyun grabbed a clean shirt from his bag, completely unbothered. "Thought you'd stay out longer."
I stared at the floor. The ceiling. Anywhere except the expanse of skin currently occupying my peripheral vision.
"I—yeah. No. Just. Came back."
Brilliant. Eloquent. Exactly the vocabulary that earned me main vocal.
Yuhyun tugged the shirt over his head, mercifully covering the evidence that he'd been doing significantly more than vocal training at his company.
"You should shower too." He ran fingers through damp hair, sending droplets scattering. "We're up at six-thirty. And you smell like charcoal."
Heat flooded my face.
