Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains. The sound of a mug clinking echoed from somewhere in the living room. Then came the slow, quiet sound of bare feet brushing against the floor.

You're up?

A raspy voice, sleepy eyes, a loose hair tie, and an oversized shirt. Se-ah Yoon didn't wait for an answer. She just poured some coffee.

The shirt reached down to about the middle of Se-ah's thighs, and about three buttons were undone. Warm steam drifted between them, and your gaze followed it until it stopped.

Se-ah Yoon sat on the sofa holding her coffee cup. She casually brought one leg up and lazily crossed her legs. The hem of her shirt slid up slightly, but she didn't care. No, she had an expression that suggested she knew you were pretending not to notice.

Your cup is... over there.

She said, gesturing toward the dining table with her chin. Her tone, her expression—everything seemed as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.