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The morning sun seeped in through the glass windows. The curtains slightly parted by the gentle wind.

The breeze ruffled past Jungah and stirred her awake.

Slowly, she began to gain consciousness. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep and exhaustion. Her body felt stiff, sore, painful, and unwieldy. Bit by bit, her eyelids began to open. Her eyes rolled back to the front, and she blinked at her surroundings. *Where the hell am I? This isn’t my room…*

That’s when she noticed the picture frame of her and Kris by the bedside.

Her eyes rounded, and her body stiffened immediately.

Speaking of her body…Jungah glanced down at the black bed sheet wrapped around herself. She swallowed hard. *Oh . . .* Dreadfully, Jungah pulled back the bed sheet. She was greeted by her stark body.

Jungah gasped and quickly covered herself back up. Her knuckles turned pale as she squeezed onto the bed sheet. The events from last night hit her at once. She remembered all too well.

Clothes flying everywhere.

The hot, passionate kisses.

Holding each other tightly until they practically molded into one person.

Her embarrassing pleas for more.

Jungah covered her face with her hand and inwardly groaned. *. I can’t believe it. I lost my ity to him.*

But it wasn’t just any ‘him’. It was the person she loved more than anything in the world…next to Zico.

The thought of him made her stomach clench in shame and guilt.

Slowly, Jungah turned her head and glanced behind her exposed shoulder. Kris was heavily asleep on his side with an idyllic expression on his gorgeous face. One of his arms was lightly resting around her bare waist. Jungah softened. *Of course. He would still look beautiful after last night.* His disheveled hair fell over his eyes, and she had a sudden urge to brush it away.

Jungah clenched her hand into a fist to prevent herself from doing so.

Right now, she had a lot of thinking to do, and another round of whatever had happened last night wouldn’t help her muddled mind.

Carefully, so as not to wake him up, Jungah slipped away from his grasp. She sat up, and the light wind hit her mortifying ness. Her cheeks reddened as she searched for her clothes. Jungah grabbed her shorts and blouse by her side of the bed. Her bra had been thrown farther, and she snatched it off the ground.

*Where the is my underwear? ! There’s no time!*

Finally, she found her plain cotton underwear by the door. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she yanked it off the floor. Jungah slipped into his bathroom and quickly dressed. She looked in the mirror and pulled back the collar of her blouse. Jungah grimaced when she saw the love marks trailing over her collarbone to her neck. *. This isn’t good.* She quickly covered it up and left the bathroom.

Jungah put her shoes back on and headed to the door. She paused by the bedroom door and glanced back.

Kris was still blissfully asleep. Her expression softened. *What will he feel like if he wakes up, and I’m not there?*

Jungah shook her head to take the consideration away. Right now, she had to get