Seo-yeon woke to the soft morning light filtering through the blinds, her body heavy and pleasantly sore. She was in a bed that wasn't her own, wearing an oversized shirt that was clearly Joon-ho's—the scent of him lingered in the fabric, comforting and familiar. Underneath, she was completely naked, her body bearing the evidence of the night before in the form of tender muscles and lingering sensitivity.
The clinic was quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the building's systems and the soft movement of someone nearby. Seo-yeon pushed herself up slowly, testing her limbs, wincing slightly at the soreness in her thighs and lower back. Last night had been intense in ways she was still processing, her body responding to pleasures she'd never experienced before.
The door opened, and Yurin entered with a stack of fresh linens in her arms. She smiled warmly when she saw Seo-yeon was awake.
