Warning: ⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content, nudity, and adult themes involving sexual activity. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
The soft, rhythmic sound of Min-jae's breathing was the first thing Seo-jun became aware of. He was lying on his side, the plush comforter a tangled heap around their legs. The faint, purpling marks on his skin—a map of their earlier passion—thrummed with a pleasant, distant ache. Min-jae's arm was a heavy, warm weight across his waist, holding him close even in sleep.
Seo-jun blinked slowly, the dim room coming into focus. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a harsh red.
11:03 PM.
His body jolted with a sudden, cold shock. "I'm cooked," he whispered into the stillness, the peace of moments ago shattering.
He carefully extricated himself from Min-jae's embrace, the cool air hitting his bare skin as he sat up. A glance downward confirmed what he already felt—a certain telltale stickiness. He was a mess.
