Min-jae groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could feel heat crawling up his neck, his ears, everywhere. He wanted to flee, to hide, to somehow make the world stop spinning around this absurdly scandalous scenario.
Finally, one of the men, still smiling, gave a small bow. "We are done, sir. May your body feel light and your mind clear."
The women stepped back, trays in hand, smiling like they'd just pulled off some mischievous prank.
Min-jae straightened his robe, his hands shaking slightly. He gave a short, stiff nod.
"T-thank you.." he muttered, voice tight, trying not to imagine how scandalous this whole encounter would look if Meical ever found out.
Alone at last, Min-jae sank onto the edge of the bed. The sun poured through the open windows, warm and golden, the faint scent of oils and fruit lingering in the air. He exhaled, heart still racing.
