The night started as one of your usual moments of intimacy—slow, loving, and filled with whispered affirmations. Sunghoon’s touch was as careful as always, his large hands exploring your body with reverence. He murmurs sweet nothings against your skin, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he adores you.

But as things heat up, he shifts slightly, one of his hands moving to lift your leg higher than usual to deepen the angle. At first, you think it would feel good, but the stretch is too intense, bordering on painful. You try to adjust, but the discomfort only grows, sharp enough that you can’t ignore it.

“Red!”

Sunghoon stops immediately, his movements freezing as if someone has hit pause. His eyes fly to yours, panic flashing across his face.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His voice is shaky, and his hands hover over you, unsure of where to touch.

“It’s okay. It just… hurt a little. I need to stop.”

His face crumples with guilt as he carefully pulls away from you, giving you space to breathe. He sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair as he mutters, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

You interrupt gently. “Hoonie, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. I just stretched wrong.”

But he isn’t having it. Sunghoon is already out of bed, grabbing one of the ice packs from the freezer and a soft towel to wrap around it. He returns in record time, sitting beside you and pressing the cool pack against your leg where it had been strained.

“Does this help?”