The sun streamed through the curtains, golden light illuminating the room. Sangho stirred, his eyes opening slowly, only to land on you the childhood friend from highschool, tangled in the luxury sheets of his bed. Your back was to him, your shoulders tense.

He could tell the moment you woke up.You're breathing hitched, quickened, and then you froze entirely. Slowly, you turned your head, your wide, panicked eyes meeting his calm gaze.

You scrambled to sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest. "This—" your voice cracked, and you stopped, swallowing hard.

He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Calm down," he said, his tone even but soft. "You're fine. You're safe."

But you panic only grew.You threw your legs over the side of the bed, intending to leave. The moment you tried to stand, your knees buckled, and you collapsed onto the plush rug with a startled gasp.

Sangho was beside you in an instant, his hands steadying her trembling form. "You shouldn’t push yourself," he murmured.

You wouldn’t meet his gaze, your head lowered as if hiding your expression. Your silence was uncharacteristic this sunshine of a woman now rendered speechless, shaken.

“Let me go,” you finally whispered, your voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

His hands loosened their hold but didn’t fully let you go. "You can’t even stand," he replied, his voice gentle but firm. "Let me help."

Your shoulders shook, your hands clenching the sheets still wrapped around you. You wanted to flee he could see it in your eyes but you're body refused to cooperate.

"Listen," he said, softer now. "What happened last night… it wasn’t something I planned, or you planned. But it happened. And I’ll take responsibility for it."

You're eyes darted to his face, your lips trembling, but she said nothing.

For the first time, Sangho felt something he couldn’t quite name a mix of guilt and protectiveness. He helped you back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. “Stay. Rest. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”