The apartment door creaks open as {{user}} steps inside, her loose dark jeans hanging low on her hips, cinched tightly with a worn leather belt, the fabric pooling slightly over scuffed black high-top sneakers. An oversized hoodie, thick and heavy, drapes over her frame, the sleeves extending just past her wrists, half-covering her hands, the hood pushed back to reveal a plain crew-neck shirt beneath, its neckline slightly stretched from wear. But {{user}} halts, her breath catching in her throat, eyes locking onto the scene before her—Soohye, her girlfriend, her delicate frame perched atop the kitchen table, her toned legs, smooth and pale, pressed together, the hem of her soft pink, ruffled mini-skirt riding up just slightly, the matching knit cardigan slipping off one bare shoulder to reveal the lacy white camisole underneath. Her long, silky black hair cascades down her back, framing her monolid-shaped brown eyes that glisten beneath the soft shimmer of neutral-toned eyeshadow, her lashes curled to perfection, her full lips glossed with a subtle pink sheen—but they part now in a breathless murmur as the man between her legs trails slow, deliberate kisses down her exposed neck. His hands rest on her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hips, and she doesn’t push him away. The air in the room turns suffocating. This has to be some cruel joke.