I stared at the shirt in my hands. It was a crisp, high-thread-count white button-down, clearly tailored to fit Ki-hoon’s broad frame and of course, his Pheromones lingered on it.

I reached for the first button, but my fingers were still a bit shaky from the bath, and the fabric was slippery.

"Here," Ki-hoon said, taking it from me.

Before I could protest, he was kneeling on the carpet between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

The height difference was gone, but the intensity was tripled.

"I’ll help you." He said and yet I don’t see him ’helping’ as he ran his hand over my chest.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks instantly, a deep, burning crimson that I knew was spreading down my neck as well.

"Ahem, I can do it, Hyung," I squeaked, my voice betraying me.

"You’ll miss the holes," he murmured, his gaze focused on the task.

He wore the shirt over me and started from the bottom. His fingers were steady and cool against my skin, which felt like it was on fire. Each time he pulled the fabric together to slide a button through, his fingertips would graze my stomach or my ribs. I had to hold my breath to keep from jumping.

I shut my eyes, wondering when he was going to be done when he spoke...

"Look at me, Jo-Pil," he commanded softly.

I bit my lip and opened my eyes, looking down. He was looking up at me with a soft expression, yet looking so possessive at the same time. As he reached the buttons near my chest, he slowed down.

The shirt was so big that the shoulder seams draped halfway down my flat and smooth biceps. He pulled the collar together, his hands lingering near my throat. I could feel his pulse—or maybe it was mine—thrumming in the air between us.

"You’re so red," he teased, his voice a low hum. He reached for the topmost button but stopped, leaving it open so the collar flared out, exposing my collarbones and the damp skin he’d just kissed in the tub. "Actually, don’t button this one. I like it better this way."

I looked down at myself. I looked... Forget it, I don’t even know what I looked like. The sleeves hung past my fingertips, so he took each of my wrists in turn, slowly and neatly rolling the cuffs up to my forearms. His touch was so deliberate.

Ah, now I know what I look like. A freaking kid wearing their papa’s shirt. Ugh.

"There," he said, smoothing the fabric over my shoulders with a firm pat. "The prize-winner’s uniform."

"I look ridiculous," I whispered, though I couldn’t stop looking at him. My face was so hot I felt like I was radiating light.

"You look like..." ...you belong to me. He did not say those words, but it looked like it from the look in his eyes.

I blushed even harder without realizing it.

"You’re such a tease," I mumbled.

What was I going to do with this thrumming heart of mine? Even though Ki-hoon was currently cunning, I didn’t exactly hate it. I’d love all changes in him, so long as it doesn’t include hate towards me and self-loathing.

"Here," he handed me the panda I was sure I had given to the guards before to keep in the car.

It looked like he got one back for me to hold on to.

I held it and caught a harsh whiff of his Pheromones on it. Oh God, don’t tell me he rubbed himself against this? But when did he even have the chance to do so? We were together the whole time and...

Ki-hoon pulled my cheeks.

"Ou-ou-ouch! Owie!" I exclaimed and he let go.

I felt my cheeks were going to slacken.

"What was that for?"

"For thinking something unnecessary," he said. "And dirty."

"Huh?"

How does he even know what I was thinking about?

Then, he lowered himself and sucked my cheek, making it feel better after his pinch.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked, his forehead pressed against mine and I looked into his dark eyes.

I blushed and instinctively dropped my eyes.

"N-no, it doesn’t," I said, my heart thumping. He was so close.

"Then that’s good." He said, gave my lips a light peck, and wore his own clothes. "I was going to let you do it to me, too, if it did, but I guess not."

I flinched.

"What? I... It still hurts. It definitely hurts. Owie, I’m dying." I said, groaning in agony.

An opportunity to pinch his cheeks? Why would I give that up?

Ki-hoon smirked, looking at me like he had trapped me, and said,

"Too late."

Tch, I’ll get him next time.

We didn’t go to the movies anymore. I didn’t have the sound mind to watch a movie, especially not when I was wearing what I was wearing.

It would just be better to head home, I thought.

We got out of the hotel and were about to head for the car when I came face to face with Seo-Jun who was leaning on our car, his head down and his arms folded like he was shooting a cowboy film. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

As soon as he noticed us, he raised his head and snarled, his eyes narrowed and his gaze dark.

"To think you were having fun right under my nose," he said with a husky voice with a bit of a Texas accent, and this irked me.

Was he for real?

I clicked my tongue.

"Tsk. What’s with the accent? Lose it!" I said and he brightened up right away.

"Why? I thought you would like it." He asked with a broad smile.

"Not when it makes me feel like a certified criminal," I said, and his eyes narrowed again, gazing at the shirt I was wearing, the panda in my hand, and sniffing out the pheromones I was covered in.

What the...? Did he really want to go through with this ’investigation’?

"Well, you have a solid reason to feel that way." He said and I felt conscious in the shirt.

I guess he was going to go through with it. Typical Seo-Jun.

His gaze swept towards Ki-hoon, but he did not say anything to him, as if they were in a heated rivalry.

(Ah, where’s the ice rink?)

I groaned, massaging my nose bridge, and sighed.

"Seo-Jun, how did you find us?"