Sunlight streamed harshly into the sterile consultation room. Koo shifted uncomfortably on the cold leather examination table, the paper gown rustling around her bare hips. Taehyung stood beside her, face grim.

Across from them, Dr. Jung, a trim man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, scanned her chart. His gaze flickered to Koo, lingering a fraction too long on the swell of her breasts beneath the thin paper.