The moment Sowon entered her apartment, she barely had time to kick off her heels before her phone started ringing.

Yeona. Of course.

She groaned, flopped onto the couch, and answered.

"Tell me everything." Yeona didn’t even say hello.

Sowon sighed. "It was… good."

"Good?" Yeona sounded personally offended. "That’s all you have to say after going on a date with Mr. Sexually Frustrating CEO?"

Sowon rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "It was a normal date."

Yeona scoffed. "Yeah, sure. And I’m a nun."

Sowon sighed. "Fine. He was charming, smooth, and disgustingly attractive. Happy?"

"Very." Yeona sounded smug. "Where did he take you?"

"A luxury hotel restaurant."

Yeona choked. "Sowon, what the hell? That’s not a normal date!"

"I mean, it was for him," Sowon grumbled.

She could practically hear Yeona rolling her eyes. "So? Did he kiss you?"

Sowon hesitated. "...No."

Silence.

Then...

"OH MY GOD." Yeona started screaming.

"Stop!" Sowon whined, covering her face. "Why are you yelling?"

"Because you wanted him to kiss you!"

Sowon spluttered. "I did not!"

"You SO did."

"Okay, maybe a little," Sowon admitted, voice muffled against the couch cushion. "But it was just one date. I’m not falling for him."

Yeona hummed. "Keep telling yourself that."

Sowon groaned. "I hate you."

"And I love watching you lose your mind."

Sowon hung up.

---

Sowon should have been asleep.

Instead, she was staring at her ceiling, wide awake, Taekhyun’s voice playing in her head like a song she couldn’t turn off.

Goodnight, Sowon.

His voice had been so low, almost like a promise. Like he knew exactly what he was doing when he touched her hair, when he let his fingers barely graze her skin.

And the worst part?

He didn’t even kiss her.

Sowon hated that it worked.

She turned onto her stomach, pressing her face into her pillow. Her body was warm. Too warm.

It was stupid.

It’s just attraction. It doesn’t mean anything.

And yet, when she closed her eyes, all she could picture was his hand tilting her chin up, his mouth against hers, his body pressing her into silk sheets.

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts before she could even think.

It was so embarrassing, but she didn’t stop.

She let herself sink into the fantasy, the weight of his body, the heat of his breath, the slow, deliberate way he would touch her.

By the time she came undone, her face was buried in the pillow, Taekhyun’s name just barely slipping past her lips.

A beat of silence.

Then, absolute horror.

She sat up so fast she got dizzy.

Oh my god.

Did she just—

No. Nope. That did not happen.

She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it.

This was bad.

This was so bad.

Because if she was already this affected after one date?

She was so screwed.