Sunoo sat cross-legged on the couch in the shared living room, a hardcover book resting lightly in his hands. He adjusted his glasses every so often, a quiet concentration etched into his face as he scanned the pages. His golden-rimmed specs rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose, giving him an aura of intellectual charm that contrasted with his soft, heart-shaped cheeks and delicate knuckles.
From across the room, Jake leaned against the wall, his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. “How can someone have a face that soft but shoulders that… broad?” he muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from Jay beside him.
“Don’t forget the hands,” Jay added, crossing his arms. “They’re so small and cute, but then you look at the rest of him, and it’s like—bam! Hot.”
Jungwon, seated on the armrest of the couch, nodded in agreement. His eyes followed the way Sunoo absentmindedly bit his lower lip as he flipped a page. “He doesn’t even realize how much he’s making us suffer.”
Sunghoon, sprawled out on the floor, let out an exaggerated sigh. “He doesn’t have to try. He’s just naturally…” He gestured vaguely at Sunoo, who was oblivious to their gawking. “... that.”
Niki perched nearby, his chin resting on his hand, grinning mischievously. “Maybe we should tell him. Imagine his reaction.”
“Don’t you dare,” Heeseung cut in from the kitchen, his voice teasing but laced with warning. “Let him enjoy his book in peace.”
As if sensing the weight of their collective stares, Sunoo finally looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger. His soft cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps from the realization that all eyes were on him.
“What?” he asked, his voice light but curious.
“Nothing,” Jake quickly replied, his voice a pitch too high. The others scrambled to look occupied—Jay fiddling with his phone, Jungwon pretending to check his nails, and Sunghoon feigning sleep.
Sunoo blinked, clearly unconvinced. He shrugged lightly, the motion making his broad shoulders shift under his sweater. The simple movement left them all breathless again.
Returning to his book, Sunoo let out a contented hum, completely unaware of the effect he had on them. And perhaps that was the most charming part of him—how he could just exist, completely and unapologetically himself, and captivate every single one of them without even trying.
Sunoo’s eyes scanned the words on the page, his lips softly forming the syllables in silence as he read. The subtle rise and fall of his chest, framed perfectly by his broad shoulders, was mesmerizing. Every now and then, his delicate fingers would brush his bangs out of his eyes or adjust the glasses perched on his nose.
Jay, unable to hold back any longer, let out a dramatic groan. “Sunoo, you’re killing us. Seriously, do you have to look that good while just… sitting there?”
Sunoo’s head tilted slightly, and he peeked over his glasses, his gaze playful yet unbothered. “What are you even talking about?” he asked, his voice soft yet carrying a teasing lilt.
“You,” Jungwon replied bluntly, folding his arms as if to shield himself from the overwhelming charm Sunoo exuded. “You’re just—ugh.”
Sunghoon rolled over from his spot on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows. “How can someone have cheeks as squishable as yours but shoulders that scream, ‘I could carry all your problems’? It doesn’t make sense!”
Niki snickered, leaning forward as if ready to start a debate. “Not to mention those specs. You’re like some hot professor, but also, like, the cutest puppy we’ve ever seen. It’s unfair.”
