The night stretched on, filled with whispers, kisses, and the quiet hum of their love. Time seemed to stop as they gave themselves fully to each other, their pheromones mixing and mingling until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Jiyeon stirred, her body pleasantly aching from the previous night's intimacy. She blinked her eyes open, only to find Yura already awake, lying beside her with a satisfied smirk plastered on her face.
"Good morning, lazybones," Yura teased, her hand tracing lazy circles on Jiyeon's bare shoulder.
Jiyeon groaned, burying her face into the pillow. "Ugh... too early for your smug face," she mumbled, though her words carried no real bite. The warmth of Yura beside her was too comforting.
"You're the one who wore me out last night," Yura smirked, her voice still husky from sleep. "And now you're complaining about being tired?"
