Ye Jun
Si Woo didn't even give me a second to catch my breath after I swallowed the last of him. The water was still hammering down on my shoulders, my knees were killing me from the tile, and my mouth tasted like him and soap and regret all mixed together. I tried to stand up on my own, but he just hooked one arm under mine and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing.
"Stay still," he said, voice all low and smug, reaching for the soap bottle on the little shelf behind me. "You're a mess. Let me fix it."
"Fix it? Fix what? I'm not a fucking car," I snapped, trying to shove his chest again, but my arms felt like wet noodles after everything. "Get your hands off me, you tattooed lunatic. I already told you I'm done."
