Hyejeong’s POV

I was woken, ultimately, by a sudden beam of sunlight entering the room. It felt normal, as if I was sleeping (alone) in my usual abode. Until my gradually awakening senses became conscious of the different texture of bed linen, the lack of my bolster and the presence of two slender arms wrapped around my body.

I jolted awake. Who did I sleep with last night?

A few seconds of confusion was replaced a wave of panic as I realised who it was that I spend the night with. A student!

I allowed myself some time for rejoice though. Last night was indeed quite enjoyable.

This won’t do, though. I need to get out of here, and fast. It is mortifyingly embarrassing.

Awkwardly, I threaded my body out of her grasp. Well, attempted to thread my body out of her grasp. Everytime I managed to slip my way out of her arms, she re-grabbed me back. It’s like me in Candy Crush—it appears that I could win, and then I get screwed over.

Anyway, I need to leave, and leave quickly. Thank goodness it is a Saturday.

Where are my clothes?

I hunted around the bedroom itself, but only found my undergarments strewn somewhere over the floor. God. Why was I so stupid?

Anyway, first order of business: Get the clothes and get out before Seolhyun awakes.

Seolhyun’s POV

This feels good. I’m slightly conscious, but not entirely to the state that I could dictate my actions. What took the place of nothingness is a ball of huggable warmth (really?). On occasion it struggled to leave, and I tried (as hard as a semi-lucid person could) to keep it there. It left though, and naturally I began to stir.

I uttered some undistinguishable sounds, which seemed to cause some anxious swearing and tip tapping on the floor. More intelligible words I then uttered, and the