"Well, I'm not that incredible," I muttered, pulling my hand back, though it took everything in me not to let my fingers linger on his.

"You are," he said simply, with such genuine sincerity that it caught me off guard. His hand hovered near mine, as if he was waiting for me to close the gap again, but I didn't.

Instead, I leaned back, trying to regain some control of the situation. "Well, I'll take the compliment. But don't get used to it."

He chuckled, clearly unfazed. "I wouldn't dream of it. But I'll take what I can get." His hand fell to his lap, but I could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch on my skin.

"You're lucky I'm even still talking to you," I said, my voice light, but the words held more weight than they probably should have.

"I'm not the lucky one," he said, his voice a smooth caress. "You are."

The night was warm, the soft hum of the city beneath us almost drowned out by the gentle sound of the bubbling water in the jacuzzi. The terrace was bathed in silver moonlight, making everything glow with an ethereal quality. I could feel the cool night air against my skin as I stepped out of the house, the soft fabric of my bikini brushing against my body. I wasn't sure what to expect, but there was something about the way Jinyoung had been looking at me earlier that made the air between us electric.

When I stepped onto the terrace, I saw him already in the jacuzzi, lounging back in the water. His toned chest was visible under the light of the moon, his abs and chest tattoos subtly glistening in the low light. He glanced up at me as I stood there, and the intensity in his gaze made my heart skip a beat.

"Well, well," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I see someone's ready to join me."

I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my lips as I walked toward the edge of the jacuzzi, every step deliberate and slow. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."

His eyes flicked down to my bikini, a look of approval crossing his face. "I don't think I've ever seen someone look that good in a bikini before." His voice was smooth, and I could hear the playful teasing in it, but there was something deeper in his gaze-something that made the air feel even heavier between us.

Without saying a word, I stepped into the jacuzzi, the warm water enveloping my legs as I sunk deeper into it. My eyes flickered to his for a brief moment before looking away, not entirely sure what to make of the way he was staring at me. It was almost as if he couldn't take his eyes off me, but the way he was so calm, so assured, made me feel like he knew exactly what he was doing.

As I lowered myself into the water, the heat of it surrounding me felt almost too much. The tension between us was thick, my heart pounding in my chest, and the way his gaze followed my every move made my skin flush.

I could feel the pull of his attention as I adjusted myself, leaning back against the side of the jacuzzi, trying to relax despite the butterflies stirring in my stomach. He was still looking at me, his eyes never leaving my face. It felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us.

"Comfortable?" Jinyoung's voice came from beside me, low and smooth, almost like a whisper, but his tone was teasing. He moved just a little closer, his knee brushing against mine, and the simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up at him, a little startled by how close he was.

"Yeah," I said, trying to keep my composure, but my voice came out a little shakier than I'd intended. "How about you? You seem... relaxed."

He chuckled softly, his gaze flicking down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "Oh, I'm very relaxed now. But I can't help but notice how... well, you seem to be making things a little difficult for me."

My breath hitched, but I didn't let it show. "Making things difficult?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You sure you're not just imagining things?"

He smirked, leaning just a little closer, the water making his movements smooth and fluid. "Oh, I'm not imagining anything. I can feel the chemistry between us. You feel it too, don't you?"

I bit my lip, trying to hide the rush of heat that suddenly flooded my face. "Maybe. But I'm not the one staring."

He leaned in even closer, now just inches from me, his voice dropping lower, intimate, as if he was telling me a secret. "I stare because I can't look away. And trust me, you wouldn't want me to."

Before I could respond, he let his fingers lightly trace the surface of the water, just grazing my arm. It was light, teasing, but the touch sent a shockwave of heat through my body. His hand lingered for a moment, then slowly slid down, his fingers brushing over the curve of my wrist before pulling back just enough to leave me wanting more.

I couldn't help the way my pulse quickened, or how my body responded to him without me even realizing it. It felt like he was controlling every little movement, and I was just following along, caught in the current.

"You know," Jinyoung said, breaking the silence with a smirk, his eyes dark and teasing, "you're making it really hard for me to stay focused."

"Stay focused?" I repeated, my voice thick, unable to disguise the slight breathlessness creeping into it. "What are you focused on?"

He tilted his head, his gaze sliding down my body before returning to my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel like I was caught in the web of his attention. "You. Everything about you. You've got my full attention, Yoori. But I've got to admit... I like to test people. See how far they'll go."

I felt the words sink deep into my chest, my heartbeat quickening as I leaned a little closer, my own curiosity starting to override my sense of control. "Test me, huh?" I asked, my voice soft but laced with challenge. "How far do you want to go?"

His lips curled into a smile, one that made my stomach twist with nerves and excitement. "Let's see how much you can handle, shall we?"

And with that, he moved a little closer, his hand sliding across the water again, this time brushing lightly against my leg as he leaned in, just enough to let me feel his breath against my skin. The tension was unbearable now, the space between us charged with so much anticipation it was almost suffocating.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice low and teasing, "how much longer can you keep pretending like you don't want me to get even closer?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure if I wanted to pull away or dive deeper into this electrifying moment. All I could do was meet his gaze, my body caught between two choices: one of resistance and one of surrender. And in that moment, I wasn't sure which I was more afraid of.

I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, the tension thick enough to make the air feel electric. Every inch of my skin buzzed, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. There was a playful smirk on Jinyoung's lips, but there was something more in his eyes-something deeper, more intense. He could sense the pull between us, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't ignore it.

He leaned back just slightly, his fingers swirling in the water as his eyes never left mine. "You know," he said with a teasing lilt to his voice, "you're playing hard to get, and it's... very intriguing."

I swallowed again, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. It wasn't just his proximity or the way he made me feel like the world was spinning in slow motion-his words, the way he so effortlessly put me on edge, was driving me insane. I gave him a sly smile. "Maybe I'm just enjoying the game," I said, keeping my voice light, teasing.

Jinyoung chuckled softly, the sound deep and warm. "I like that. But it's clear you're not exactly shy." He leaned in a little closer, letting his fingers graze my arm beneath the water. The touch was soft, but the way his hand lingered made everything in me tingle.

There were cameras around us, capturing every moment, but in that moment, it felt like there was nothing else but the two of us in the world. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like he was studying me, reading me in a way I hadn't expected.

His grin widened as he asked, "But seriously, you're making me curious. Why did you choose to become a nurse and not a doctor? You could've been one, couldn't you?"

I hesitated for a moment, the question unexpected, but there was something about the way he asked that made it feel intimate, like we were talking about more than just career choices. I leaned back slightly in the water, keeping my eyes on him as I gathered my thoughts. "I could've been a doctor, sure," I began, letting my fingers lightly trace the surface of the water. "But being a nurse... it's different. I wanted to be closer to my patients, you know? I didn't want to just give orders from a distance. I wanted to be the one right there, offering them support and warmth. A doctor does their job, but it's the nurse who stays with them, who really makes them feel cared for."

I glanced over at him, noticing the way his eyes were focused entirely on me, hanging onto every word. I continued, "I think I wanted to make sure no one felt alone when they're at their most vulnerable. Because I know what it feels like to be left behind."

There was a pause, a softening in his expression as he processed my words. For a second, I almost felt vulnerable, like he could see through me, into all the things I tried to hide. But then he leaned in closer, breaking the tension, his fingers brushing against my leg as he lightly touched my knee under the water. His hand lingered there just a little longer than necessary, sending a wave of warmth through me.

"That's... a really beautiful reason," he said softly, his voice quieter now, more sincere. "You've got a lot of heart, Yoori. And I've got to say, you've definitely got my attention."

I couldn't help but laugh, despite the way my pulse was racing. "Good. I was hoping I'd catch it."

He smirked, but there was an undeniable tenderness in his eyes now, like he saw something in me that made him want to draw closer. "Oh, you definitely caught it." He paused, his hand gently brushing against mine beneath the surface of the water, and I felt the warmth of his skin against mine, so much closer than I'd expected. "But now I'm curious... are you always this... intense? Or is it just when you're around me?"

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to pull away or let him keep teasing me. "I'm not intense," I said, trying to keep my tone steady. "I'm just... selective."

Jinyoung's eyes darkened slightly, and the air between us shifted, his smirk still playing on his lips, but it was more mischievous now. "Selective, huh? I think I can handle that." He leaned in even closer, just enough so I could feel his breath against my cheek. "But I have to admit, it's pretty hard to focus on anything other than you right now."

His words hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. I could feel the space between us closing, the pull undeniable. But then, I noticed his hand resting just inches from mine, and I realized how dangerously close we were-close enough that I could feel every inch of his body, close enough that every word, every glance, felt like an invitation.

There were cameras, but right now, it didn't feel like they existed. It was just us in this moment, suspended between the past and the future, between teasing words and the irresistible tension that we both seemed to feel.

"You know," I said, my voice quieter now, my tone playful but with a hint of sincerity, "I didn't come here to make things too easy for you."

Jinyoung chuckled, his hand brushing lightly against mine, the contact sending sparks through my skin. "Oh, I love a good challenge," he said, his voice low and laced with something darker, something more intense. "But I've got a feeling that whatever you're giving, I'm more than capable of handling."

I felt my breath catch in my throat, my heart racing as the pull between us grew stronger. There was something in his eyes, something in the way his fingers traced mine under the water, that made everything feel like it was building to something inevitable.

But I wasn't ready to give in just yet. Not entirely.

"You think so?" I asked, my voice teasing, as I leaned in just enough so my lips brushed against his ear, my breath hot against his skin. "We'll see how long you can keep up with me."

Jinyoung shivered slightly, and for the briefest of moments, I felt a victorious spark inside me. But then, he pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, the playful smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh, trust me, Yoori," he said with a wink, "this is just the beginning."

I could feel the atmosphere shifting, the tension between us thick and almost palpable. Jinyoung's smirk deepened as he leaned in just a bit closer, his eyes never leaving mine, like I was the only thing in his world at that moment. The water lapped gently against the sides of the jacuzzi, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat, matching the rhythm of his gaze.

He didn't speak at first, but his fingers grazed the water again, sending ripples toward me, teasing but intentional, as if he was trying to measure every move, every shift of my expression. His silence spoke volumes-Jinyoung didn't need words to make his intentions clear.

I tilted my head slightly, studying him, the playful grin still on my lips. "You know," I said, breaking the silence, "I like a man who gives me his full attention the moment I step onto the scene." I couldn't help but throw in that last part, the one I knew would get to him.

I could feel the slight tension in his body as my words hit their mark, the flicker of something sharp in his eyes. But he didn't back down. Instead, his smirk softened into something a bit more... dangerous, like he knew he had a hold on me but wasn't quite ready to let go.

Jinyoung's gaze darkened, and without a word, he reached out, fingers brushing the back of my hand lightly, sending a shiver down my spine. "I don't give my attention to just anyone," he murmured, his voice low and steady, almost like a warning. His touch lingered, and the heat between us seemed to grow. "But when I do, I make sure they know they're the only one in the room."

I couldn't look away. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, and I could feel the pull between us, stronger now, more irresistible. I could almost taste the challenge in the air.

"So you're telling me," I said, leaning in just a bit, my voice almost a whisper, "that when you do pay attention, it means something more?" I raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in my eye barely masking the curiosity that burned inside me. "Because from where I'm standing, you've been pretty... occupied with other girls."

Jinyoung's smirk grew even more, and he moved just enough to close the distance between us. His hand brushed lightly against my leg under the water, sending a jolt through me. "You're different, Yoori," he said, his voice a little more intense now, like he was talking about something he couldn't quite let go of. "And I don't waste my time on things that don't deserve it."

I could feel my pulse quicken as his words sank in. He wasn't just talking about me as one of the girls from Single's Inferno-he was making it clear that whatever this was between us, it was different. There was a weight to his words, an undeniable sincerity hidden beneath the flirty surface.

His hand shifted, subtly but surely, until it was resting on my arm, the warmth of his skin against mine sending my heart into overdrive. "So if you're wondering," he said, his lips dangerously close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin, "the only attention I'm interested in giving right now... is to you."

I was suddenly aware of every inch of my body, every flutter in my chest, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of the space around us. The water between us was warm, but everything else felt like it was heating up, the tension building with every passing second.

His fingers gently squeezed my arm, a subtle but firm reminder of just how close we were, of how this wasn't just some innocent conversation. "And if you're not convinced yet..." His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered the next words so softly, yet they felt like a challenge. "I'm just getting started."

I leaned back slightly, catching my breath, the pulse in my veins pounding louder than ever. I was trying to keep my composure, but with every look, every touch, it was getting harder to hold my ground.

"So, what are you really after, Jinyoung?" I asked, my voice barely steady as I tried to maintain some semblance of control. "What's it that you're chasing so desperately?"

Jinyoung's eyes darkened, the playful spark in them shifting to something more intense, more knowing. He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against my skin, sending a thrill down my spine. The air around us seemed to crackle with the tension between us, the space between our bodies charged with electricity.

Yoori didn't back down. She tilted her head, lips curling into a small, teasing smile. "You think I'm here to play games, Jinyoung?" she said, her voice low and steady, with a hint of a challenge lingering in every word. "I don't waste time on people who don't know what they want."

Jinyoung's fingers twitched, hovering near the water, but he didn't touch me again. He was waiting. Waiting to see how far I was willing to push, how much I was willing to reveal. His gaze never left mine, his eyes a mix of frustration and fascination, as if trying to figure out just what I was made of.

"I can reset," I continued, my voice soft but firm, a confidence in my words that I knew he could feel. "Start from zero, meet new people. This isn't my first time. So don't think for a second that I'm here to waste my time with someone who's not even sure if he wants to be in this game with me."

There was a moment of silence, where his expression shifted, softening just slightly, but the playful edge never fully left his face. He studied me, his eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes, searching for something he couldn't quite grasp.

"I'm not here for games either, Yoori," he said, his voice low, almost gravelly, as if the words themselves carried more weight now. "But you... you make it impossible to just let you slip away."

I let out a small, almost imperceptible laugh, the sound both teasing and full of mystery. "Oh, trust me," I replied, moving slightly closer, the heat between us rising again. "I'm not someone who slips away easily. You're going to have to work for it."

The challenge hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken words, with the tension that had built up between us. Jinyoung's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then he paused, just for a moment, as if considering the best way to answer.

Finally, his hand, still submerged in the water, shifted, brushing against my wrist with a slow, deliberate motion. His touch was light, but it sent a wave of heat through me, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my arm.

"You think I won't work for it?" he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You don't know me, Yoori. I'll do whatever it takes to get