Heeseung barely had a moment to let the tension between him and Jay settle before the door behind him opened again.
A man and a woman, both impeccably dressed in black, entered the room, their eyes immediately landing on Heeseung.
They moved with the quiet efficiency of professionals who had done this a thousand times before, each carrying a clipboard and measuring tape.
The woman, her short hair slicked back, offered a polite smile.
"Mr. Lee, we'll need you to change so we can take your measurements properly."
She said, gesturing to a changing area partitioned off by a sleek screen in the corner of the room.
The man, tall and expressionless, nodded silently, his focus entirely on the task ahead.
Heeseung gave a small nod in return, not fazed in the least.
He was used to this.
He'd done it all before.
Many times, in fact.
With a subtle glance toward Jay, who remained seated on the sofa, watching the entire scene unfold with quiet intensity, Heeseung strode over to the partition.
His movements were slow, as if he was fully aware that Jay's eyes never left him.
Behind the screen, Heeseung stripped out of his shirt and jeans, changing into the tight, simple fitting attire that the man and woman had laid out for him.
The fabric hugged his lean frame, designed to highlight every line and angle of his body.
As he adjusted the sleeves, his thoughts flickered briefly back to Jay.
How cool and composed he remained, even as the unspoken tension hummed between them.
Heeseung knew how this would go.
He had been through the process of being measured and scrutinized too many times to count.
But this time, with Jay present, it felt different.
Emerging from behind the partition, Heeseung stood in the center of the room, arms relaxed at his sides, his stance confident yet casual.
The man and woman approached him without a word, their professionalism evident as they began their work.
The woman knelt to measure his inseam, while the man stretched the tape across Heeseung's shoulders, down his back, noting every little detail with the precision of seasoned tailors.
Heeseung stood perfectly still, his body a familiar canvas to be measured and studied.
The soft rustling of tape and the scribbling of pens on clipboards filled the room, but Heeseung's mind was elsewhere.
Acutely aware of Jay's gaze still on him.
The businessman hadn't said a word since Heeseung began the process.
It was as though Jay was memorizing every inch of him, every subtle movement.
The woman adjusted the tape around Heeseung's chest, measuring the span of his torso, while the man circled around, jotting down notes on his proportions.
Heeseung knew the drill.
He knew how to stand, how to breathe evenly, how to let them move around him with ease.
Heeseung's eyes flicked briefly toward the reflection in the tall window across the room, catching a glimpse of Jay, still seated but leaning slightly forward now, as if inspecting the work.
Heeseung couldn't help but smirk.
He had done this hundreds of times before, but today, with Jay's scrutiny hanging in the air, it felt more like a performance.
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Million dollar baby | heejay
Fanfic"What can a man do to have you, Heeseung?" "That's the thing, Jay. You can't just have me. I'm not something you can possess. But if you're asking how you can keep my attention..You'd have to give me something worth staying for." "What would that be...
