It was dark. The air still held the thick heat of the day, and the hallway lights in the apartment complex flickered dimly as Jeongguk climbed the stairs, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his chest.

He was drenched, his red tank top clung to his firm chest and abs, sticking to his skin like a second layer. His shorts were soaked too, the fabric pressed tight against his thick thighs and crotch. Veins popped along his flexing arms, his strong thighs bulging with every step. His hair was wet, strands clinging to his forehead, still messy from the court.