Mirae took Seo-yeon's hand, her touch gentle but insistent, guiding her away from the mess of clothes on the floor and onto the plush sofa. The trailer's muted light softened everything—skin, shadows, the frantic edges of the day—while outside, the set noise had thinned to a low murmur that came and went like distant surf.
Seo-yeon moved with hesitant, trembling steps, eyes dropping to the carpet, then lifting again to Mirae's steady gaze. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, lips parted like she was trying to remember how to breathe.
"Lie back, baby," Mirae murmured, brushing stray hair from Seo-yeon's face like a promise.
Seo-yeon obeyed—sitting, then easing down—her breath shaky as she shifted her hips forward. Mirae knelt beside her and coaxed her open with patient hands. Seo-yeon's thighs quivered as she spread her legs, the cool air kissing her slick folds, her body fully exposed.
She couldn't quite look at Joon-ho at first.
