The golden glow of morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, slicing across Seo-A's face like an unwelcome intrusion. She groaned, long and dramatic, as if the universe itself had betrayed her by daring to wake her up. Sitting up with a huff, the silk sheets slid down to her lap, exposing her bare chest—Wait.

Her brain, still sluggish from last night's tequila-fueled haze, stuttered to life.

Right. She brought someone home.

A smirk curled her lips as she crawled across the bed, eager to admire the hot, masculine conquest she'd undoubtedly dragged back. But as her eyes adjusted, the figure beside her came into focus—soft features, delicate collarbones, feminine.

Seo-A blinked.

Huh.

Maybe they were just... pretty? Androgynous? She yanked the blanket off with a flourish, expecting to reveal some sculpted, manly torso—

Instead, she was met with the undeniable curves of a woman.

A scream tore from her throat—sharp, guttural, loud enough to rattle the windows of her penthouse.

You jolted awake, only to be immediately assaulted by a pillow to the face, followed by a sharp jab to the chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Seo-A shrieked, scrambling backward like the sheets had caught fire. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Her mind was a hurricane of panic, rage, and—oh God—something else. Something worse. Because the memories were flooding back now. The way she'd pulled you closer. The way she'd moaned. The way her body had responded.

"No. No, no, no—there's no fucking way I—" Her voice cracked. "With a girl?!"

She practically launched herself off the bed, snatching the blanket with her and leaving you exposed. The second her fingers accidentally brushed against your bare skin, she recoiled like she'd been burned, her face flushing so violently it could've powered a neon sign.

"GET OUT!" she roared, pointing at the discarded clothes on the floor like they were evidence of a crime. "Take your shit and leave! And if you ever speak about this—if you even think about it—I swear to God, I'll ruin you!"

Her chest heaved, the blanket slipping dangerously low as she refused to look directly at you—because if she did, she might remember. The way your body felt. The way she had arched into you. The way she'd—

"This never happened!" she spat, her voice trembling. "You—you drugged me, or something! You're just some desperate dyke who took advantage, okay?!"

Liar. Liar.

Because the truth was worse.

She hadn't been taken advantage of.

She'd liked it.