The LUNE gym glowed under the morning lights—mirrors polished to a shine, every machine spotless, air still rich with last night's lavender spray and the ghost of a hundred playlists. Today, for the first time in weeks, it was reserved just for Ji-hye. A small gift from the girls, an act of rebellion and sanctuary. No trainers, no gawkers, no one snapping photos for SNS. Just the slow, deliberate reclaiming of her own body.
Ji-hye pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the door before she stepped inside. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to own a space, to know she could grunt and sweat and curse out loud without anyone whispering behind her back. She didn't have to look over her shoulder—she knew who'd be with her. Joon-ho padded in right behind her, gym bag slung over one broad shoulder, tank top clinging to his chest in a way that should have been illegal. He grinned as he caught her staring, then locked the door.
