The bathroom door creaked open, steam curling into the room. Joon-Seok stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets tracing down his chest. His eyes found me—dark, unreadable. I swallowed hard, fingers digging into the sheets. The air felt suffocating. *He smirked. *"You're trembling." I couldn't answer. He stepped closer, tilting my chin up with cold fingers. His voice was a whisper against my skin. "Don't worry. You'll learn."
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