You don't even remember what happened last night.

All you knew was that you didn't go back to your apartment and rather dragged your tired feet towards Jennie's apartment complex. You had a spare key to her apartment that she had given you to use.

You remembered twisting Jennie's apartment door open with the key and shuffling in, locking the door shut. The apartment was pitch dark; it was 3:30 AM and she was already dead asleep.

You remembered kicking off your shoes carelessly yet soundlessly, taking off your hoodie to only be in a pair of white t-shirt and your ripped jeans before you shuffled into her bedroom and snuggled under the covers beside her, your arms immediately circling her sleeping body from behind.

You didn't bother to notice what she was wearing and just went to sleep.

It wasn't all surprising to Jennie anymore. Dating you for a year, she was used to you showing up in the middle of the night unannounced at her apartment while she would be dead asleep, and the next morning, waking up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around her with the strength of an anaconda.

Mostly because you both were 20 and University students at Seoul National University. The only difference is that she is an English Major while you were a Computer Science Major, which made both of your class timings differ. Her classes were in the early hours, while yours were in the evening hours.

Plus, your apartment was farthest away from the University than your girlfriend's, so you often crashed into hers. Not that she minded.

It was 9:47 AM, and the moment you woke up, you freaked out a little, thinking you had slept late and you had classes to attend.

But then you remembered that ohh...today was Sunday. You relaxed back under the covers, your arms tightening around her.

That's when you realized....her clothes....felt a lot thinner. It was the middle of summer so it was understandable, but this...?

Your eyes snapped open in realization. The moment you rose up slightly, balancing your weight on one elbow and pulling the covers down....your mind short-circuited.

There Jennie was, lying on her side facing away from you, one leg slung over a long hug pillow.

But what she was wearing was.....your ears turned red.

Oh my god....

Jennie had a loose pastel pink bodycon cotton suit on that reached up to her mid-thighs. The material was so so SO thin, the lines of her whole body were visible, starting from her breasts up to her belly button and hips.

It didn't help when you realized that she wasn't even wearing ANYTHING underneath, not even a bra.

And she was just in a pair of soft cotton underwear kind of shorts that barely reached her mid-thighs, so her pale smooth legs were completely on display.

Her hair was let loose and pooling around her like a waterfall.

What she had on wasn't inappropriate at all. No. In fact, this is what any girl would wear when alone in the comfort of her own space.

Ever since you started dating Jennie, you remembered whenever you came over to her apartment or to stay for the night, she would always wear a hoodie with a top underneath and a pair of sweatpants, and pajamas when going to bed.

Is....Is this what she wore to sleep when you weren't staying the night?

Your eyes kept getting attracted towards her chest, or more specifically, her....yeah. It was kind of....visible in a translucent way.

Your girlfriend was already gorgeous and adorable. But looking at her in clothes like that, comfy but kinda revealing, sleeping like that, all defenseless and vulnerable?

Now, only one arm of yours stayed encircled around her waist, her soft stomach pressing against your strong forearm through the barrier of the soft fabric of her sleeveless bodycon suit dress.

Jennie shuffled and moved in your arms, turning to lie on her back, the fabric around her breasts tightening, her thick thighs rubbing together in a....oh god.

"Mmm....?" Jennie whined softly, eyes fluttering open.

She has no idea you were here and that she was wearing that in your presence.