Chapter 55: Morning After

Ji-hye stirred beneath the soft duvet, her eyelids fluttering open as a ray of warm sunlight slipped between the curtains and caressed her bare skin. Her whole body felt heavy, warm, and... sore. Especially her waist. She winced slightly, stretching her legs beneath the sheets—and immediately flushed red as last night’s memories flooded back like an electric wave. Joon-ho’s body pinning her down.Harin’s mouth on her breast.Her own voice, shameless, moaning, begging—"Deeper, please—don’t stop—" She buried her face in the pillow with a groan, mortified and aroused at the same time. She turned her head slowly and found Harin still beside her, one arm draped across the bed, her golden hair tousled and lips slightly parted. Her naked chest rose and fell with gentle breaths, the sheets barely covering her waist. Ji-hye smiled faintly, then glanced to the other side of the bed. Empty. Joon-ho wasn’t there. She sat up—immediately regretting it as a dull ache bloomed deep in her hips. Her thighs protested, and her core throbbed in memory more than pain. She checked the clock.11:42 AM. "Shit," she muttered, panic flaring. "Practice..." Her body tensed—then relaxed again. Because despite the guilt, her limbs weren’t responding. Her waist wasn’t ready to get out of bed, let alone do backflips and floor spins. Just then, Harin stirred beside her. "Mmm..." she murmured, stretching, her breasts pushing out from under the sheet with a proud little bounce. "You’re up." Ji-hye glanced at her. "Barely." Harin smiled, voice still heavy with sleep. "So... was it good?" Ji-hye rolled her eyes. "You mean... getting railed into a second orgasm with your boobs in my face while you sucked my soul out of my mouth?" Harin grinned. "That good, huh?" Ji-hye laughed softly, tucking the sheet around herself as her cheeks glowed red. "It was... amazing. I’ve never felt that full before. Like—physically and emotionally." "Yeah," Harin sighed, folding her hands behind her head. "He’s dangerous like that. He makes your body forget it’s allowed to say no." Before Ji-hye could reply, the bedroom door creaked open. Joon-ho walked in wearing only his black boxer briefs, his body glistening faintly from a shower. He carried two mugs of coffee—steam still rising from the surface. "Morning," he said, voice warm. He stopped at Harin’s side and handed her a pale latte in a pink ceramic mug. "One shot. One spoon of caramel." Harin purred, "You spoil me." Then he turned to Ji-hye and extended the other mug. "Black. No sugar." Ji-hye blinked. "You remembered?" He smiled. "I don’t forget things that matter." Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird in her chest. Harin sat up proudly, letting the sheet slide off her chest, nipples perking in the morning air. She sipped her latte. "That’s why I fell for him, Ji-hye. You think he’s just good at sex, but wait till you see his aftercare." Joon-ho reached out and flicked her forehead with two fingers. "Yah. Don’t tease." Then he turned back to Ji-hye. "I already called Coach Min. Told her you’ll rest today. She agreed you need recovery and said to focus on hydrating and staying off your feet." Ji-hye blinked again. "You... called her?" He nodded. "You were knocked out. I figured you’d panic when you woke up." Her face burned. "I... you’re right." "You’re in good hands," he said, placing the mug gently into her grasp. "Literally." Harin grinned. "And very good hands at that." Joon-ho ignored her and added, "Breakfast is ready. Want me to bring it here?" "Yes," Harin answered immediately, flopping back into the bed. "I’m not leaving this spot." Ji-hye chuckled. "Seconded." "Alright," he said with a soft smirk. "Five minutes." He disappeared back into the hallway, footsteps fading into the kitchen. As soon as the door closed, Harin let out a breath and collapsed back into the pillows. "Well," she grinned. "So much for practice, huh?" Ji-hye groaned. "My body refuses to move. I swear he rearranged my organs." Harin snorted. "That’s the Joon-ho Experience™." Ji-hye smiled down into her coffee. "I still can’t believe I did all that. With you. With him. Together." "You looked like you’d done it a hundred times," Harin teased. "Liar," Ji-hye laughed. "I was shaking like a virgin bride. I couldn’t even moan properly." "You moaned just fine," Harin said proudly. "Hell, you screamed." Ji-hye covered her face with one hand. "Don’t remind me." Harin shifted closer, nudging their shoulders together. "I meant it, you know," she said more gently. "You were beautiful last night." Ji-hye turned her head. "Really?" Harin nodded. "Like you finally stopped holding your breath. You weren’t pretending anymore. Just... raw. Open. It was hot as fuck." Ji-hye’s chest tightened. "I didn’t think I’d be the kind of girl who could... share. A guy. A bed. A moment." "Same," Harin admitted. "But Joon-ho makes it easy. He never pushes. He just... lets you open yourself." "Yeah," Ji-hye said quietly. "It felt safe. Even when it was filthy." Harin laughed. "That’s his magic." They were quiet for a beat, sipping their coffee. Then Ji-hye asked the question again—softer this time. "How many girls... do you think there are?" Harin shrugged. "I don’t know. I haven’t met any. You’re the first. But I know I’m not the only one he cares about. He’s not a liar." "Are you okay with that?" "I am," Harin said. "Because he gives us all what we need. And he lets us give it back. No guilt. No secrets." Ji-hye rested her mug on her thigh. "It’s weird. I should be jealous. But I’m not. I just... want more." Harin reached out and took her hand. "You’re part of it now. One of us. Whatever that means." Ji-hye smiled shyly. "Think they’ll like me?" Harin smirked. "They’ll love you. Especially if they see how pretty you look when you beg." Ji-hye groaned. "Harin..." "What? I’m complimenting you." Just then, they heard footsteps approaching again. Both girls turned their heads toward the door—sheets up, hair messy, eyes soft. Ji-hye looked at Harin and whispered, "I’m glad it was you." Harin smiled. "Me too." The door opened. Joon-ho stepped in with a tray of food, smiling at the sight of them both tangled in blankets and sunlight.