📍 Your apartment, 11:48 PM.

A soft knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You already knew who it was—even before checking.

And sure enough, there he stood—Beom Taeha. His expensive coat was damp from the light rain, his dark hair slightly tousled, yet somehow still effortlessly alluring. His eyes locked with yours, intense and full of longing.

Taeha: “Can I stay over tonight? I missed you.”

You hesitated. Slowly, you looked at him and confessed softly that you were on your period tonight. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him—it was the opposite. You feared he might lose control, that things might go too far.

But Taeha didn’t flinch. His gaze only softened, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped closer.

Taeha: “I’ll control my urges.”

And when his hand found your waist, warm and steady, you knew—he wasn’t going anywhere tonight. And deep down…you didn’t want to stop him.