The hotel room smelled like disinfectant and heat.
Not the cheap kind—something Su-bin had brought herself, wiped carefully across every surface before Lee Min ever realized she wasn't leaving tonight. The curtains were drawn tight. One lamp on. The rest dark. The air was warm enough that sweat already beaded along Lee Min's spine as Su-bin pressed her forward, palms flat between her shoulder blades.
"Hands on the bed."
Lee Min hesitated just long enough to make it obvious she was thinking about running.
Su-bin didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to.
Her hand came down sharp and flat against Lee Min's back—right between the shoulder blades. Not enough to bruise. Enough to shock.
"Now."
Lee Min obeyed. Fingers dug into the hotel duvet, knuckles whitening as Su-bin moved behind her, calm, unhurried. The door clicked shut behind Joon-ho as he locked it, then leaned back against it, arms folded, watching.
No one spoke for a moment.
That silence was deliberate.
