Sora's POV
I woke up at dawn like always. For a moment, I didn't move. I just… looked.
Yeongjae was still asleep beside me.
His hair was slightly messy, his lips parted just enough for soft breaths to escape. He looked younger like this. Softer. Vulnerable in a way I'd never seen before.
Carefully, I tried to slide out of bed without waking him, but the moment my feet touched the floor, a sharp ache shot through me.
I froze.
…Oh.
Right.
Heat rushed to my face as memories from last night came flooding back all at once. After the second round, we did it again, and again, and again. His one more was more of unlimited. He got so much energy, I thought it would never end.
I bit my lip, half embarrassed, half… something else entirely.
"Damn," I whispered under my breath, feeling the soreness between my legs. "It really has been a while."
I stole one last glance at him before quietly leaving the room.
