I stood in the alcove for several minutes after Haejun disappeared, trying to collect myself. My legs felt unsteady, and not just from the physical encounter.
The way he'd switched from protective to dismissive left me more shaken than I wanted to admit.
I made my way back through the corridors, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone I passed. The last thing I needed was questions about why I wasn't in practice.
Room 312 was mercifully empty when I pushed open the door. Jisoo's unmade bunk, Yuhyun's neatly folded clothes, and Jinwook's organized corner—all evidence that my roommates were exactly where they should be.
Where I should be too.
But I couldn't face practice right now. Not when I felt like my skin didn't quite fit properly anymore.
The scent of alpha lingered on me despite our careful positioning. Cedar and something darker that was purely Haejun clung to my clothes and my hair.
Anyone with a decent nose would pick up on it immediately.
