Chapter 19

Ji-an 

I woke up way too early the next morning. My thought went instantly the asshole out on my couch.

Logan. I should go out there and kick him. Or kiss him. Maybe both. 

I wasn't sure what horrified me more. The fact that I had actually invited Logan Carter to bed last night or that he had actually rejected my advance. 

I gritted my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. 

The bathroom was quiet, the dim morning light filtering through the frosted glass. I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to process how the hell I got here. 

I had never—never—thrown myself at a man like that before. 

Sure, I'd flirted, teased, played with attraction when it suited me. I knew how to work a room, how to command attention, how to make men weak with a look. 

But last night? 

That had been different. 

I had sat on his lap. I had leaned into him, whispered in his ear, given him every possible invitation to take what I was offering. 

And Logan Carter had rejected me. 

Not just rejected me. 

He had flicked me in the forehead. 

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. 

What was wrong with me? 

I should be furious. I should be humiliated. 

And I was. 

But the worst part? 

The part I refused to admit even to myself? 

I was also relieved. For two reasons, one, I am not actually very experienced when it comes to intimacy. I am not sure what I had come over me to be so bold so direct. 

The second and much most important one, Logan had done the thing no other man had ever done. 

He had called me out. 

He hadn't let me play games. Hadn't let me use attraction as a distraction or a means of control. Hadn't fallen over himself to impress me. Hadn't let lust take over and have his way for me. 

He had looked at me. Really looked at me and understood my intentions, or lack there of, better than I did. 

And when I hadn't been able to answer his why— 

He had seen through me. 

I exhaled sharply, staring at my reflection like it might give me an answer I didn't have. 

What the hell was I supposed to do now? 

The most F-ed up thing about this? Is if Logan had wanted me, if he had reacted, even a bit? Would I have denied him? 

I am afriad to exaimine the answer. 

I was still reeling when I stepped out of the bathroom, trying to shake off the memory. 

Trying to forget the way Logan's hands had felt on my thighs. 

Trying to forget that, even when he rejected me, it had still made my skin burn. 

And then I heard it. 

"Oh my—" 

Jisoo's voice. 

Sharp. Alarmed. Then— 

Absolute chaos. 

I stepped into the living room and stopped dead. 

Min-ji. 

Snuggled against Logan. 

No. Not just snuggled. Practically wrapped around him. Like a lover. 

And Logan? 

His shirt was open. 

At some point in the night, Min-ji had gripped his already-ruined shirt and ripped it open even more. The fabric was hanging loose, exposing a ridiculous amount of muscle and skin. 

And Logan, of course, was still asleep. 

Like the whole world wasn't falling apart around him. 

Jisoo gasped dramatically. "Oh. My. Giddy Aunt." 

Hye-won giggled. "That's insane." 

I stared. 

I had seen Logan fight. I had felt his strength before. 

But this? 

This was outrageous. 

Logan's body was magnificent. His entire torso was a map of carved muscle—defined abs, broad shoulders, deep scars scattered across parts of his skin. Not messy, not excessive—just powerful. 

Sexy as hell. 

This was the kind of body that didn't come from vanity. 

This was the kind of body that came from experience. 

Min-ji, still asleep, let out a soft sigh and nuzzled closer. 

Her hands wandered over his chest, tracing abs like she was dreaming about it. 

There was no way she was still asleep!! 

Jisoo choked. 

Hye-won slapped my arm. "Are you seeing this?" 

Unfortunately, I was. 

And I hated it. 

I forced my voice to stay even. "It's not a big deal; its just a chest and uh abs." 

Hye-won scoffed. "Not a big—are you blind? Look at his body! This is totally unfair first she gets the Princess Carry and—why does Min-hi get to sleep with Logan? I want to touch his abs." 

Jisoo nodded furiously. "Yeah, Ji-an, I get that you're jaded or whatever, but even you have to admit how crazy hot that is." 

I did admit it. 

Silently. 

To myself. 

Because it was crazy. 

Because it was unfair. 

Because it was infuriating. 

Min-ji shifted again, her fingers twitching against Logan's stomach. Then— 

Her eyes snapped open. 

She blinked once. 

Then twice. 

And then, when realization hit— 

She launched herself off him so fast she nearly fell off the couch. She wrapped her arms around her chest like she was trying to huge herself. 

"Oh my—" She stumbled, tripping over the blanket. "I—what—how did—" 

Logan finally stirred, frowning as he blinked up at the commotion.

He yawned and stretched. His torso flexed. "Good morning, why do you all look like someone murdered your cats?" 

Min-ji clutched the blanket to her chest, eyes wide, face burning red. 

Jisoo and Hye-won were dying, cackling behind their hands, trying to stifle their laughter. 

I just crossed my arms, seething. 

Logan, still groggy, exhaled slowly. "What's going on?" 

Jisoo gawked. "Nothing we were just realizing how much father Min-Jo is. I am super impressed." 

Hye-won giggled. "I will not fall behind again." 

Min-ji squeaked and turned her back to him like she couldn't bear to look. "I—I don't know how that happened!" 

I wanted to yell at my bandmates for all of them to suffer for having thoughts towards Logan. But I was mainly mad at Min-Jo and wanted to enjoy how embarrassed she was. 

But I was too busy trying to ignore how annoying Logan was. 

The way he was still half-sprawled on the couch, completely unbothered, his abs right there, like he didn't even care that he had practically been molested in his sleep. 

I turned away before my irritation showed on my face. 

"You," I said tightly, "need to get dressed." 

Logan blinked at me. 

Then, as if finally processing his open shirt, he grinned. 

"You're so bold, Min-ji," he said lazily. "I find that immensely attractive." 

Min-ji died on the spot. 

She let out a strangled squeak before burying her face in the couch pillow. 

Jisoo gasped dramatically, smacking my arm. "Shameless! Logan. You are so shameless!" 

Hye-won grinned. "You are the worst." 

And Logan? 

He just stretched again, rolling his shoulders, looking completely unconcerned. He flexed his abs and chest muscles. 

Hot damn. 

I wanted to kill him. 

Instead, I clenched my jaw, watching as he casually got up, rolled his shoulders again, and walked nonchalantly toward the bathroom. 

Like he hadn't just caused a full meltdown in the room. 

Like he hadn't just rejected me last night, but somehow ended up with Min-ji in his arms instead. 

Yep. I was going to kill him. 

As soon as he was gone, Jisoo shook her head. "Unreal." 

Hye-won sighed dreamily. "I vote we make adopt Logan as permement member of Nova. He doesn't have to preform or anything. Just walk around with his shirt off!" 

Jisoo raised her hand. "I second!" 

Min-ji still had her head buried in the pillow. 

And me? 

I was furious. 

I scowled. 

This wasn't over.