It happened during the evening bath.

Steam filled the small wooden bathhouse behind her home, wrapping everything in a quiet haze. The water rippled gently as you slid in, the warmth instantly soothing after a long day in the fields. You’d only just gotten comfortable when you heard her voice—gentle, sweet, close.

“Come here,” Tae murmured, arms resting on the edge of the tub, her back toward you. Her long black hair was pulled up loosely, little strands clinging to her damp neck. “Please… I want you closer.”

You hesitated for a breath, watching the way the water kissed her skin—smooth, glowing, the soft curve of her back leading into a silhouette that made your thoughts scatter. Her figure was unreal. Wide hips, a slim waist, and her chest... you had to look away just to stay upright.

But she turned slightly then, brown eyes meeting yours, full of warmth and something quieter—vulnerability.

“I just… feel safer with you near,” she said softly, voice barely louder than the water.