#Nayeon park

[kpoplustzone]

Game of Nine - Twice smut

Jihyo x OC

voyeur, smut, breeding, multiple series, sneaky

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My name is CHOI HYUK. I am a 26-year-old Korean who was lucky enough to become the manager of one of the most sexy and successful girl groups in Korea. Twice has been popular since its debut and has exploded in popularity later.

Especially their members who were sexy and charming and millions of people around the world fapped to their pictures and fan cams.

I was not an exception to this, and seeing all nine of them smiling at us, the newly hired manager, was a dream come true. I remember Kiho, another newly hired manager, standing beside me and gulping in a daze, seeing the amount of sexiness in front of us.

All nine of them brought out different kinds of charm for the fans, and seeing them perform for the fans, teasing them, showing just enough so that the men can only dream about their thick bodies.

When Choi Hyuk first joined the team as an assistant for TWICE, he thought he’d landed the dream job. Backstage access, travel, and a chance to work alongside the most admired women in the industry. For the first few weeks, things felt surreal. The members were warm, friendly — Jihyo especially. She had smiled at him often, even remembered his coffee order after the second day. He’d catch her humming during rehearsals, sometimes glancing his way with a nod or playful wink. For a quiet guy like him, it felt like more than just professional kindness. It felt personal.

But then Kiho arrived.

Short, round, always laughing too loud — Kiho had a way of making people feel instantly at ease. The girls loved him. At first, Hyuk didn’t mind. It was harmless. But within weeks, things shifted. He noticed the change in the air. They started calling Kiho cute, playfully teasing him, grabbing his arm, fixing his collar. The same smiles Hyuk once got were now all for Kiho. Even Jihyo — especially Jihyo.

She barely noticed Hyuk anymore. Some days, she wouldn’t even greet him.

He’d watch from the corner of the room as she whispered in Kiho’s ear, giggling, brushing against him like it meant nothing. And Kiho… Kiho lapped it up. He didn’t even try to hide it.

Hyuk never said a word. What would be the point? He was just the quiet one now. The background. The one who blended into walls and got forgotten during group dinners. Still, something inside him simmered — not quite anger, not quite heartbreak, but a slow, twisting burn of being invisible.

Which is why, when he woke up in the back of Jihyo’s RV that afternoon, groggy from a midday nap he hadn’t meant to take, he stayed quiet.

He heard the door shut.

Then footsteps.

Then her voice — that soft, teasing voice she used when she was in the mood to play.

And then he heard Kiho.

Hyuk didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He stayed hidden behind the thin curtain, barely peeking through, heart thudding in his chest. What he saw made his throat go dry.

Jihyo — pressed up against Kiho. Smiling. Whispering.

And touching him.

Not him. Never him.

But Hyuk couldn’t look away

Jihyo stepped into the RV, the soft click of the door locking behind her. The dim, amber lighting wrapped around her curves like a spotlight, catching the shine on her skin where her crop top clung tight across her chest. Her jeans, stretched smooth over her hips and thighs, made every step a show. She stretched her arms over her head, back arching, giving her assistant a full view — and she saw the way his eyes dropped, slowly, drinking her in like he was starving.

She smirked.

"You’ve been staring all day," she said, voice low, teasing. Her heels clicked softly as she crossed the small space between them, hips swaying just enough to drive a man crazy. "Why don’t you just admit it?" She stopped in front of him, so close her breath warmed his cheek. Her fingers brushed lightly over his collar, dragging down his chest, slow and playful. "You think about me when I’m not around, don’t you?"

He swallowed hard, too stunned to speak.

Jihyo’s eyes flicked down, then up again, watching his reactions with a wicked satisfaction. Her hands slid to his waist, fingers curling around his belt loop, tugging him closer until they were almost touching. "You're easy to read," she whispered. "And honestly… I kinda like it."

What neither of them noticed was the slight shift behind the curtain at the back of the RV. Hidden in the shadows, Choihyuk had woken the second the door opened. At first, he stayed still, groggy and annoyed, but now his eyes were wide, locked on the scene unfolding just feet away. He didn’t dare move. His breath caught in his throat as he peeked through a small gap in the curtain, heart thudding.

Jihyo leaned in again, her lips just barely brushing the assistant’s jaw. "I wonder how long you can hold back," she whispered. "Should we find out?"

She didn’t notice the way Choihyuk’s hand clutched the edge of the couch, or how hard it was for him to stay still. The tension inside the RV was thick, hot, and humming — one assistant frozen under her touch, the other hidden and burning with a mix of jealousy, longing, and something deeper he’d never dared admit out loud.

Jihyo turned to walk away, but before she could even take a full step, Kiho reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not rough — just enough to stop her. She turned back to face him, her heart racing in a way that startled her. There was something about the way Kiho looked at her now — something that was no longer just shy admiration, but something much bolder, darker.

"You really think I'm going to let you walk away like that?" Kiho’s voice was low, his words lingering in the air. There was no mistaking the challenge in his tone now. His hand slid from her wrist to her waist, pulling her toward him with a confidence that made Jihyo’s breath catch in her throat. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her shirt, and the soft pressure of his touch made her pulse race.

Jihyo blinked, her body suddenly responding in ways she didn’t expect. Her skin felt alive, every nerve ignited by the simple, bold touch of his hand. She glanced down at him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Kiho…" she whispered, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless.

Kiho’s hand slid further, just grazing the curve of her hip before sliding around her back. His fingers flexed, pressing her body even closer to his. The warmth of him, the way his chest brushed against hers, made Jihyo tremble, a soft shiver running through her as he leaned in, his lips barely a breath away from her ear. "You don’t have to go anywhere, Jihyo," he whispered, his voice soft, yet filled with an unmistakable hunger.

Jihyo’s heart skipped. She should have pulled away. She knew she should, but every inch of her body was begging her to stay. Kiho’s touch, the way he was looking at her now, with that mix of confidence and desire… It was like a switch had flipped in him. He was no longer the shy assistant. He was a man who wanted her, and he was no longer afraid to show it.

Kiho’s other hand came up, brushing against her cheek, his fingers trailing slowly down her jaw, caressing her skin. She gasped, her body going taut under his touch, the sensation making her whole body tremble. His hand slid lower, ghosting over her neck before landing on her shoulder, his thumb drawing small circles over her skin. The simple, tender touch made Jihyo shudder again, her breath coming faster, deeper.

"You look so perfect," Kiho murmured, his voice rougher now. His hand slid lower, reaching the small of her back, pulling her in even closer. His lips were just a hair’s breadth away from hers now. "I can’t stop thinking about you," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin.

Jihyo's heart raced. Her body responded without thinking, pressing closer into him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if pulling him even closer. She wanted this. She needed this…”

Before she could finish, Kiho’s lips brushed over hers, just a featherlight kiss that made her stomach twist with desire. His lips were soft, teasing, as if waiting for her to respond. She gasped, her body instinctively leaning into the kiss, her lips parting just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

Her hands found their way up to his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more. The heat between them intensified with each passing second, every touch, every kiss, making her tremble harder under him. Kiho wasn’t holding back anymore. His hands roamed down her body, one sliding to her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.

Jihyo’s breath was ragged, her body alive with sensations she couldn’t control. Every touch from him sent electric jolts through her, making her skin burn with need. She trembled again, this time more violently, and Kiho noticed. He smiled against her lips, feeling the way her body responded to him. His hands roamed lower, sliding over the curves of her waist, the smoothness of her thighs, exploring with purpose.

In the back of the RV, Choihyuk watched, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes were wide, glued to the scene before him. He had always admired Jihyo, but seeing her like this — vulnerable, trembling, desired — made his heart pound in his chest. He watched as Kiho’s hands traced the curve of her body, feeling like an intruder, but unable to look away. His goddess, the one he had always looked up to, was here, right in front of him, being touched in a way he had never imagined.

Jihyo, completely unaware of Choihyuk's presence, was lost in the heat of the moment, her body pressed tightly against Kiho’s. His hands moved with confidence, each touch pushing her closer to the edge of control. She gasped as he pulled her even closer, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands exploring her body with growing boldness.

Kiho’s lips met hers again, this time with a fierce passion, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed her against the table, the movement so sudden that Jihyo’s breath caught in her throat. Her body felt like it was on fire, every inch of her trembling with need. And as she clung to him, she couldn’t stop herself from pulling him closer, her body responding to his touch without a single thought.

In the back, Choihyuk could only watch in stunned silence, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he admired more than anyone being kissed, touched, and desired in ways he could never have imagined.

The air in the RV was thick with heat, the moment between Kiho and Jihyo crackling with an electricity neither of them could deny. Kiho, his breath still ragged from the kiss, pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. Jihyo's lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, and it made him smile. He could feel the pulse of desire radiating off her, and it thrilled him.

"Earlier," Kiho said, his voice lower now, each word deliberate as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. "When you were performing… in front of that crowd… You were incredible." He paused, his eyes darkening with something more primal. "You made them all watch. You had them all in the palm of your hand, just… lusting after you."

Jihyo shivered at the words, her body reacting to his touch, her breath quickening. "I didn't think you were watching that closely," she teased, her voice a little shaky, trying to act casual, but she could feel the heat of his gaze seeping into her skin.

Kiho leaned in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I was watching every move you made. And they were all just there, watching you, wanting you… But only I get to touch you like this." His words were almost a growl, filled with possessiveness, yet there was something softer in his tone. Something that made Jihyo's heart race even faster.

Jihyo's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling a mix of heat and anticipation run through her veins. She had always known the effect she had on people, but hearing it from Kiho made her feel something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit.

Her body responded instinctively to him. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. "And what makes you think you’re the only one who can touch me?" she asked, her voice a challenge, though it was laced with desire.

Kiho’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low laugh, the sound rich with a mix of amusement and hunger. "Because, Jihyo," he said, trailing his fingers down the length of her arm until they found the curve of her waist, pulling her against him with a firm but gentle hand. "I can see how badly you want it. I can feel how much you need it." His voice was low and silky, each word sending a wave of heat through her. "And I can see how you’re trembling under my touch. No one else will get to see you like this."

Jihyo gasped, the feeling of his hand on her waist sending a ripple of warmth through her entire body. The intimacy of his words, the way he saw her, truly saw her, was almost too much to handle. She tried to resist, but it was clear that Kiho had found a way to make her lose control.

"You're not just teasing me," Kiho whispered, his lips brushing over her neck as he continued, his voice like honey, "You’re letting me see all of you. And I promise, you won't regret this."

Jihyo’s hands roamed to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her skin. "You think you have me figured out?" she asked breathlessly, her voice a mix of confidence and desire. "You think you're the only one who knows what I want?"

Kiho’s lips found the sweet spot on her neck, his kiss gentle, then more urgent, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. "I know exactly what you want," he murmured against her skin, his hands moving slowly, possessively, up her back, inching toward the curve of her shoulder. "And it’s only a matter of time before you stop pretending you don’t want me too."

Jihyo’s body quivered under his touch, her mind swirling with desire. She could feel the pull, the growing need between them, and the way Kiho’s words — his actions — were slowly unravelling her resolve. She wanted him. She could feel it deep inside, but she wasn’t ready to fully surrender, not yet.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was slow at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But Kiho was quick to respond, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened. He tasted like fire, his hands roaming her body with an urgency that sent sparks of desire through her entire being.

And all the while, Choi hyuk remained hidden in the back, watching, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw Jihyo, the woman he had quietly adored from afar, completely consumed by Kiho. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the way Jihyo’s body responded to Kiho’s touch, the way her face flushed with desire. It was like watching his goddess being claimed, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

The air inside the RV was thick, almost suffocating, with the weight of unspoken desires. Jihyo stood in front of Kiho, her body electric with anticipation, yet her mind still conflicted, unsure of where this was headed. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a pull she couldn’t seem to escape. Her body responded to him — she could feel the way her pulse quickened with every glance, every touch.

Kiho stepped closer, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Jihyo's skin flushed under his gaze, her body instinctively shifting, her shoulders back, subtly arching in the way she knew was most seductive. She could feel the fabric of her shirt clinging to her curves, outlining the smooth shape of her chest, her waist, and the gentle curve of her hips.

“You know,” Kiho said, his voice low, almost a whisper, “every time you move… you make it impossible for me to look away.”

Jihyo swallowed, her breath shallow, as Kiho reached out to trace the edge of her shirt, his fingers just grazing the fabric, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The touch was light, teasing, but it felt as though every nerve in her body was awakening. She could feel his eyes on her, sensing the way he was drinking in every inch of her body, as though she was something both forbidden and irresistible.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, wanting to move, but unsure of how. She was playing a game now, a dance that she both feared and craved. The way Kiho looked at her made her feel seen — truly seen — for the first time, as though every part of her body, every curve, was something worth admiring.

“You’re so beautiful, Jihyo,” Kiho murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something deeper. “I’ve seen you on stage… but standing here, with me, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time.”

His words wrapped around her like a silken thread, tightening, pulling her closer to him. She bit her lip, feeling both exposed and powerful. Her legs felt weak as she took a small step back, almost imperceptibly, but Kiho was quick to follow, closing the space between them once again. His breath was warm on her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his hands sliding up to the small of her back, pulling her toward him so that she could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers.

Jihyo’s breath caught. She could feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt, his body strong and solid against hers, and it made her heart race. The tension between them was palpable — thick, electric. Her skin tingled under his touch, every inch of her body becoming acutely aware of the way he was holding her, the way he was gazing at her as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Kiho’s hands slid slowly, deliberately, to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush; his touch was slow, gentle, yet there was an undeniable hunger in the way he moved. Jihyo’s heart pounded in her chest as he lifted the fabric, exposing the soft curve of her midriff. She trembled, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him. Every instinct in her told her to stay, to let the tension between them build even further.

Her body responded to him, even when her mind was hesitant. She could feel the pull of gravity between them, each inch closer, each brush of his hands against her skin, only serving to make her more desperate for the next moment, the next touch. Kiho’s gaze never left hers, his eyes dark with desire, and yet there was something tender, almost reverent, in the way he looked at her.

“I know you want this,” Kiho said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “I can feel it. Don’t fight it.”

Jihyo shuddered under his words. She wanted him. She couldn’t deny it. The way he made her feel — the way he saw her — it was too much to ignore. Slowly, hesitantly, she allowed her hands to drift upward, undoing the buttons of her shirt. Each movement was slow, deliberate, and as the fabric began to fall from her shoulders, she could feel Kiho’s gaze burning into her skin.

She wasn’t sure when it happened — when she stopped being afraid and started giving into the attraction, the magnetism between them. But once the shirt had slipped off, leaving her in a simple tank top that clung to her curves, Jihyo didn’t feel exposed; she felt empowered. She felt desired, in a way that was both intoxicating and thrilling.

Kiho’s eyes darkened further, his breath catching as he looked at her body, taking in every inch of her, every curve that made her uniquely her. The way her waist curved down to her hips, the soft roundness of her thighs, the way her skin glowed under the dim light. He couldn’t look away.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. "Every part of you is a masterpiece."

Jihyo could feel the heat rising between them. She was trembling, not just from desire, but from something deeper, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

But in that moment, with Kiho’s hands hovering just inches away from her body, she felt something stir inside her — a desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted in a way that was undeniable.

ihyo’s pulse quickened with every small movement he made, every slight shift in the way he touched her. His hand rested just above her waist, fingertips lightly grazing the smooth skin of her lower back. His touch was tender, yet there was a quiet confidence in the way he caressed her, as though he already knew exactly how to make her tremble without trying too hard.

She caught her breath as Kiho’s eyes slowly traced the curves of her body. Her chest rose and fell as she fought the urge to pull away, to resist, but something deeper inside of her told her to lean in, to explore the feeling between them, to see where it might lead. She could feel the heat radiating between them, his presence so strong it was almost overwhelming.

“Kiho,” she whispered, her voice low, unsure of what she wanted but needing something. His name escaped her lips like a breath, a question and a command all in one.

Kiho didn’t answer with words. Instead, he let his hands glide down her side, his touch gentle and purposeful. He paused just below her ribs, letting his fingers lightly trace the outline of her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. There was no rush, no need to hurry. He wanted to savor this moment, every second, every inch of her. The curve of her waist, the way her body responded to his touch, it was all so intoxicating.

Jihyo’s breath caught as he leaned closer, his lips brushing just above her navel, sending a shiver through her body. She could feel his warmth, his breath hot against her skin, but it wasn’t until his lips made contact that she finally let herself relax into the sensation. His kiss was soft, almost reverent, as though he was cherishing every part of her.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at her with those dark, intense eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all he saw was the spark of desire in her gaze, the same desire that burned in his chest. Without a word, his lips found her skin once again, this time lower, pressing delicate kisses just above her waistband.

Her body responded, her muscles trembling at the sensation of his lips on her. She had never felt so exposed, yet at the same time, so alive. The air around them felt thick, the tension between them palpable

Kiho slowly grazed his fingers along the surface of her tank top, and his thick fingers circled around the thick buds that were hard like a rock, and he could feel her body trembling as her back arched, giving him the full view of her huge breasts that were renowned in the K-pop industry. He could not wait to suck on those pink buds that every south Korean men wished to.

Choi Hyuk could barely breathe as he watched from the shadows, his body tensed with raw, burning jealousy. Jihyo—gorgeous, untouchable Jihyo—was trembling under Kiho’s stubby but commanding hands, her breath hitching in her throat, her curves pressed close to him like a dream slipping out of control. She was a vision of pure temptation: her tight tank top straining over her full, perfect breasts, her toned thighs shifting restlessly, as if begging for more. Hyuk's hand instinctively moved lower, trying in vain to soothe the painful bulge growing with every second of the shameless show before him. He grit his teeth, helpless, as Kiho, emboldened by her reaction, slid his hand along her waist, looking seconds away from tearing the thin fabric away and burying his face between those irresistible mountains.

Just as Kiho’s fingers curled under the edge of her top, a thunderous knock rattled the door, making Jihyo yelp in panic. She hurriedly tugged her clothes back into place, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, and threw herself onto the seat beside Kiho, trying to look innocent even as the air around her crackled with unspent heat. The RV door creaked open slowly, and Hyuk’s heart nearly stopped.

There, silhouetted in the doorway like a goddess descending to earth, stood Momo—the only other idol who could rival Jihyo’s lethal allure. Dressed in a short skirt and a tight crop top that left little to the imagination, she stepped inside with a smile that could melt steel, her eyes sweeping over the room before settling on the guilty-looking pair. With a playful glint in her gaze, she closed the door behind her, trapping all that smoldering tension inside the RV.

That is it for part 1. Part 2 continues with sneaky actions inside the RV with Momo and Jihyo at the same time. Kiho, you lucky bastard

[sugurugetos]

TT — TWICE, 250425 (콩알이)

[kyunghwannie]

Impatience

Park Jihyo x M!Reader

➤ Word count: 10810 (Basically pure smut and me going feral for Hyo) ➤ Tags: Fondling/Groping, Messy kissing, Body Worship, Nipple sucking (lots of), BoobJob, Ass eating/sucking, Anal sex, Anal gaping and Creampie,Public Sex, Subtle Degradation, Dual Penetration (Vibrator usage)

➤ Teaser: Park Jihyo? The Leader of our dear TWICE? Oh, she is a total killer with her stage presence, charisma, leadership and surely her smoking visuals. During Inkigayo performing her solo debut title track "Killin' Me Good", She was totally rocking it. But of course, having a hot girlfriend like Jihyo can get you a little.. Impatient in the dressing room waiting for her while watching her performance. But, what's more fun that being caught by herself when you were gawking her recorded performance.

The dressing room is dimly lit, the muffled bassline from Jihyo’s performance still vibrating through the walls. I’m sprawled across the couch, one leg propped up, my fingers drumming impatiently against my thigh—waiting. The muted glow of the flatscreen casts shadows across the room, replaying her stage from moments ago.

And fuck, there she is.

Jihyo materializes on screen, strutting onto the stage like she owns the entire fucking venue. The camera pans up slowly, agonizingly slow—starting from those sinful black heels strapped tight around her ankles, up the toned, caramel-smooth expanse of her legs where the high slit of her skirt teasingly parts to reveal a glimpse of thigh. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. "Oh, shit"

The fabric of her skirt sways with every sharp pivot of her hips, the semi-sheer material fluttering as she spins, barely clinging to the curve of her perfect fucking ass. God, even through the screen, it looks solid—round and tight, flexing visibly under the fabric when she drops into that low crouch, her voice rasping out the bridge with enough heat to melt steel.

"You're killin' me—killin' me good—"

Her crop top rides up just enough to expose the faintest strip of skin above her waistband, taut muscles flexing as she rolls her hips in time with the beat. The arm warmers stretch tight around her biceps, emphasizing every vein, every ridge of lean muscle as she lifts her arms, fingers curling around an imaginary weapon before pointing it dead at the camera. Directly at me.

A shudder runs down my spine. I’m already hard. The realization hits like a punch to the gut—my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans, trapped and aching just from watching her. My palm presses down over the bulge instinctively, biting back a groan as the pressure sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine. Fuck.

The camera lingers on her face now—flushed, lips parted around each breathless lyric, sweat glistening along her collarbone. Her hair whips across her face as she jerks her head to the side, eyes flashing with that familiar fire. That fucking dominance. Jihyo knows what she’s doing. Every smirk, every roll of her shoulders, the way she licks her lips between lines—calculated. Designed to wreck whoever’s watching. Designed to wreck me.

My fingers twitch, itching to grip something—her—instead of the couch cushion I’m currently digging my nails into. The screen flickers as she drops into the final chorus, hips snapping in sharp, hypnotic thrusts, the slit in her skirt gaping wider— "Fuck—!"

My hand is shoved past my waistband before I can stop it, wrapping around my cock with a hiss. It’s burning, slick with pre-cum already, the tip flushed an angry red. I stroke once, twice, thumb smearing wetness over the slit as Jihyo’s voice crescendos on screen."I see you." I freeze.

The screen has cut to a close-up—her eyes locked onto the lens, into it—like she can see right through the camera. Right into this fucking dressing room. Right at me with my dick in my hand like some pathetic, horny fan. My pulse thunders in my ears. She would love this.

The thought slams into me like a truck. Jihyo strutting in later, catching me like this, her perfect brows arching as she takes in the mess of me—jeans shoved down my thighs, hand still wrapped around my cock, TV paused on her mid-performance smirk. That fucking ego of hers would inflate to unbearable levels. Her lips would curl. "Couldn’t even wait for me, baby?"

A groan escapes me, my hips jerking up into my fist at the mental image alone. She’d saunter closer, heels clicking against the floor, her skirt swaying with every step—The door handle rattles. My stomach drops. I yank my hand free like I’ve been burned, heart hammering against my ribs— But the door doesn’t open.

Just some staff member passing by, their shadow pausing briefly under the crack of the door before moving on. I exhale shakily, slumping back against the couch, my cock throbbing with neglect now. The screen still glows, Jihyo frozen mid-step, one hand on her hip, the other still holding that imaginary gun to the camera.

"You’re killin’ me good," her recorded voice purrs. I drag a hand down my face. Yeah. No shit.

The door clicks open. A rush of cool air floods the dressing room, carrying the faint scent of sweat, vanilla body lotion, and something unmistakably her. My head snaps up—

And there she is. Jihyo leans against the doorframe, one hip cocked, strands of her jet-black hair clinging to her glistening neck. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, the delicate swell of her tits straining against the tight crop top as she exhales. A bead of sweat rolls defiantly down the valley between them, disappearing under the fabric. My mouth goes dry.

"Missed me?" Her voice is low, still thrumming with the adrenaline of performance, laced with that knowing lilt that makes my stomach tighten. I force a casual smirk, shifting slightly to angle my hips away—but it’s too late. Her sharp eyes flick down, zeroing in on the unmistakable outline still pressing against my jeans. Fuck.

Her lips part—first in surprise, then in delight, a slow, feline grin spreading across her face.

"Oh?" She pushes off the door, swinging it shut with her heel before strolling toward me. The slit in her skirt parts with every step, revealing flashes of toned thigh, still damp from exertion. "What’s this?"

I exhale through my nose. "You." A heartbeat. Then her laugh—rich, melodic, and smug as hell—fills the room. "Me?" She stops just inches away, tilting her head. "Little ol’ me made this happen?" Her fingers ghost over the bulge, nails scraping lightly through the denim I grit my teeth against the shudder that races up my spine. "You know exactly what you do to me.".

Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. Bad idea. Now my cock is fully hard again, straining against the zipper, fucking aching for her. Jihyo hums, tapping one manicured finger against her chin. "Mmm, let me guess…" She leans in, her breath hot against my ear. "Was it the heel pop ?" Her hips sway, mimicking the movement. "Or—" Her hand slides up my chest, nails biting just enough to sting. "—when I dropped on the floor?" she mimicked the hair brush move with a slight arch of her chest without dropping on floor

A groan tears from my throat. "You’re a fucking nightmare."

She grins, all teeth. "Your nightmare." Her palm presses down, rubbing slow circles over my cock through my jeans. "And you love it."

I don’t deny it. Why would I? Her ego doesn’t need the boost, but fuck if it isn’t hot watching her preen under the admission. Her tits push forward as she arches subtly, shoulders rolling back, that pride settling into her bones. "Good," she purrs. "Now tell me—" Her grip tightens. "—did you touch yourself?"

The question catches me off guard. My hesitation is all the answer she needs. Her eyes darken. "How much?"

I swallow. "Just—a little." A lie. Jihyo sees right through it. With a scoff, she drops to her knees between my legs, hands hooking into my waistband. "Pathetic," she murmurs, but there’s no malice—just heat. "Couldn’t even wait for me to finish?"

My hips jerk as she yanks my jeans down, my cock springing free, already leaking. Her breath hitches. For all her bravado, Jihyo adores this—the size, the weight of me in her hands, the way her fingers barely meet when she wraps them around the base. She exhales shakily, thumb swiping over the tip, smearing pre-cum across the sensitive head.

"Look at you," she whispers, voice gone rough. "So fucking desperate for me."

I don’t argue. Can’t. Not when she leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below the head, her tongue flicking out to taste me. "Jihyo—" She smirks up at me, lashes fluttering. "Mm?"

And then—without warning—she swallows me down. Fuck. Her mouth is fire, tight and wet and starving, her tongue flattening against the underside as she bobs her head. The sounds are obscene—wet slurps, choked-off gasps when I thrust up instinctively, the pop of her lips pulling off just to dive back in.

Her fingers dig into my thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in their wake. I fist her hair, guiding her pace, but she slaps my hand away. "Mine," she growls around my cock, the vibration tearing a ragged groan from my chest. And fuck, she is. Every damn inch.

She pulls off with a lewd shlick, saliva stringing between her lips and my dick. Her chest heaves, her crop top straining dangerously over her tits. "Still think I’m smoking hot?" she taunts, breathless. I yank her up by the arm, crashing her into my lap. "I think," I grind out, mouth finding her pulse point, "you’re insufferable."

She laughs, high and breathy, grinding down against me. "Liar." Then her lips are on mine, messy and desperate, her hands fumbling for the clasp of her skirt. The snap of it hitting the floor is the last coherent sound before the room dissolves into heat.

Jihyo pulls back just as my fingers brush the hem of her skirt, her lips swollen from our kiss. There's a dangerous glint in her eyes—the kind that warns she's about to make me work for it.

"Not so fast," she breathes, fingers clasping the fabric shut with a teasing click. "You didn’t answer my question."

My hands flex uselessly against her thighs before dropping to my sides. "I did. I said I loved the whole damn outfit."

She tsks, shaking her head. "Too vague." Her palm presses flat against my chest, pushing me back against the couch. "Pick. One. Thing." A smirk tugs at her lips as she leans in, her breath hot against my jaw. "Or I walk out that door with this skirt still on… and your cock throbbing all alone."

My teeth grind together. She would do it. Jihyo loves power—loves the chase, the control, loves watching me unravel just because she can. But I know her better than that. "Fine." My voice drops, rough with want. "Your tits." A pause. Then she laughs—loud, unfiltered, her head tipping back in delight. "Wow. Original." But her pupils are blown wide, her fingers twitching against her skirt. I smirk. "You asked."

"I thought you’d be more creative," she sighs, rolling her eyes—but her nipples are peaked under her crop top, betraying her. "Every ONCE with an internet connection talks about my tits."

"Not like this." My hands slide up her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just below her hips. "They don’t know how fucking heavy they are when they’re bouncing in their face."

Her breath catches. "Don’t know how they taste," I continue, shifting forward until my bulge grinds against her. "Or how you whine when someone sucks them raw."

Jihyo exhales sharply, her grip on her shorts loosening. Got her. I seize the opportunity, yanking the fabric down her legs in one smooth motion. She stumbles, knees buckling, but I catch her, flipping us so she’s pinned beneath me on the couch. "Y/N—!"

"You wanted compliments," I murmur against her throat, biting lightly. "Now take them." My palms skim up her stomach, dragging her crop top with them until the swells of her tits are bare, flushed pink and heaving. Fuck. They’re perfect—full and heavy, nipples stiff and begging for attention. The second my thumbs swipe over them, Jihyo arches off the couch, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "See?" I pinch one lightly, watching her thighs clench. "Filthy and honest."

She glares, but it’s ruined by the way her hips roll up, seeking friction. "Asshole," she gasps. "Your asshole." Her hand darts down, finally wrapping around my cock, and we both groan at the contact. "Tell me more," she demands, stroking me slowly, her thumb swiping over the head. "What else do you love?"

I yank her leggings down just enough to expose her, fingers sliding through her folds. She’s soaked, clinging to my fingers the second they dip inside. "This," I growl. "How fucking wet you get just from me saying yes, Jihyo, your tits are god-tier—" She whimpers, her thighs trembling. Her grip on my cock tightens. "Keep going." So I do.

The moment my lips close around her left nipple, Jihyo's entire body jerks beneath me. A sharp gasp tears from her throat as I suck hard, swirling my tongue roughly against the stiff peak. Her fingers immediately tangle in my hair, not pulling me closer but trying to push me away. "Ah! Y/N—!" Her voice is equal parts pleasure and reprimand, that familiar leader tone cutting through despite how breathless she sounds. "Slow the fuck down or I'm gonna— ngh~!"

I release her nipple with an obscene pop, looking up to see her flushed face twisted in frustration. A string of saliva still connects my mouth to her dusky pink nipple, now glistening and even darker from my attention. "Sorry, baby," I murmur, not sorry at all as I gently thumb her right nipple through the bunched-up fabric of her crop top. "Just couldn't help myself. You're too fucking perfect."

Jihyo exhales sharply through her nose, her chest still heaving. "I swear to god, you're like a fucking puppy seeing tits for the first time," she grumbles, but the way her hips subtly roll against nothing betrays her.

Leaning down again, I make sure to go slower this time, teasing the stiff peak with soft kitten licks before gently sucking it into my mouth. Jihyo's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in my hair - not pushing me away now, but holding me there. "There you go," she murmurs, her voice dropping an octave into that sultry register that makes my cock twitch against her thigh. "Good boy~"

The praise sends a bolt of heat straight to my groin. I moan around her nipple, increasing the suction just slightly as my left hand finally slips under her crop top to palm her right breast. Fuck, they're even better without barriers - so impossibly soft yet heavy in my hand, the perfect handful with her nipple pebbled against my palm.

Jihyo's breathing grows ragged above me, her thighs tensing as I switch between thorough, slow sucks and flicking my tongue rapidly against just the tip of her nipple. Every time pleasure starts to crest, I ease off, keeping her teetering on the edge as commanded.

"F-fuck," she whimpers, her usual composure crumbling. Her free hand grips the couch cushions so hard her knuckles turn white. "Why do you— ngh~!— have to be so good at this?"

I pull back just enough to respond, my lips brushing against her damp skin. "Because you're fucking perfect, Jihyo." My thumb rolls her other nipple as I speak. "Perfect tits, perfect voice, perfect fucking everything."

The compliment makes her arch into my touch, a shudder running through her toned body. "Cheesy... bastard," she pants, but there's no bite to it - just that breathless arousal that tells me she's loving every second of this.

Returning my mouth to her breast, I lose myself in the taste of her skin, the way her heartbeat thrums against my tongue, the little hitches in her breath that tell me exactly what she likes. The crop top remains bunched up around her chest, framing her tits obscenely - like some lewd photoshoot she'd never dare do for the cameras but has no problem letting me enjoy. Every soft suck, every graze of teeth makes her thighs tremble against mine, her grip in my hair alternating between gentle encouragement and sudden, needy tugs when I hit just the right spot.

And through it all, one thought pounds in my head with every beat of my racing heart: Why the fuck is she so perfect?

My left hand trails down from her breast, fingertips skating over the smooth dip of her waist, the subtle tremble of her abs as they tense beneath my touch. But the second I reach the swell of her hip, Jihyo knows where I’m heading—her breath hitches, her thighs parting just a fraction wider in silent permission. Fuck.

Her ass is unreal—thick and toned, the kind of perfect handful that makes my fingers dig in instinctively, squeezing hard enough to hear her gasp. The sheer black fabric of her skirt does nothing to hide the give of her flesh under my grip, the way it jiggles slightly before settling back into that perfect, heart-shaped curve.

"Look at you," Jihyo pants above me, her voice dripping with lazy amusement even as her hips cant up into my touch. "Like a fucking starving man at a buffet."

I groan against her nipple, sucking harder in retaliation, relishing the way her fingers yank at my hair. "That’s right," she continues, rolling her hips so my palm grinds against her ass cheek with filthy, deliberate pressure. "Pathetic. Can’t even keep your hands to yourself for five minutes— ah!~" My thumb slips lower, brushing the crease where her thigh meets her ass, and her voice cracks. I smirk. "You love it."

She hates when I’m right. Her hand fists in my hair, wrenching my head back until I’m forced to release her nipple with a wet pop, our eyes locking. "I love," she says slowly, her free hand trailing down to trace the outline of my cock through my pants, "that you’re obsessed." A sharp nail drags over the head, making me twitch. "That you get hard just looking at me."

I bite my tongue to keep from moaning. Her grin widens. "That you’d beg to bury your face between my legs if I told you to." Fuck. My fingers flex against her ass almost involuntarily, pulling her closer, my thumb just brushing the edge of her soaked panties. Jihyo’s breath hitches, but her voice stays steady—mocking. "Go on." She arches a brow, daring me. "Tell me how bad you want it." My grip tightens. "You know how bad."

"Say it." The demand hangs between us, heavy with promise. I exhale, leaning forward until my lips brush the shell of her ear. "I’d fucking worship you," I growl, my thumb finally slipping beneath the hem of her panties, tracing slick, heated skin. "Get on my knees and thank god for making you this perfect."

Jihyo shudders, her composure cracking. "Good boy," she breathes—right before yanking me back down to her tits. The moment my fingers slip beneath the damp fabric of her panties, Jihyo gasps—a sharp, punched-out sound that vibrates through her chest and into my mouth where I’m still latched onto her nipple. Her back arches off the couch, pressing her tits harder against my face, her skin flushed and fever-hot.

Fuck. She’s dripping. My middle finger slides through her folds with obscene ease, gathering the slick that coats her, the pad of my finger catching on her swollen clit just to hear her whine. "Y/N—!"

I don’t let up. My tongue flicks faster over her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as my fingers work her in slow, teasing circles. The contrast is deliberate—rough where she’s sensitive, gentle where she’s aching—and it’s driving her insane. Jihyo’s thighs tremble around my wrist, her hips rolling desperately into my touch. "F-fuck, harder—"

I obey, crooking two fingers inside her without warning, relishing the way her cunt clenches, pulsing around me. "Look at you," I murmur against her breast, my voice wrecked. "So fucking wet for me." And she is—god, she is.

Her crop top is rucked up around her ribs, her tits glistening with spit, her nipples dark and pebbled from my mouth. The black short is shoved haphazardly up her thighs. Jihyo’s head thrashes against the couch, her lips parted around ragged moans. "Y-you—ah!—you like this, don’t you?" she pants, nails scraping down my biceps. "Seeing me—ngh—fall apart?"

I groan, fucking her faster, my thumb pressing firm circles against her clit. "Love it." Her breath hitches. "Say it again."

"I love it," I mumbled, dragging my teeth over her nipple. "Love how fucking perfect you are. Love your boobs, your ass, this pussy—" I curl my fingers, and she screams, her back bowing off the couch. "Love that you’re mine."

Jihyo’s orgasm crashes over her like a wave—her cunt flutters around my fingers, her thighs clamping around my wrist as she rides it out, her moans high and broken. When she finally collapses, boneless and panting, I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my lips without breaking eye contact. Her gaze darkens as I lick them clean. "You," she breathes, "are insufferable." I smirk. "Your insufferable." Then I’m yanking her up, crushing our mouths together, tasting her moan on my tongue.

The moment our lips crash together, all restraint shatters. Jihyo's mouth is hot against mine—demanding, hungry—her teeth catching my bottom lip in a sharp bite before soothing it with her tongue. I groan into the kiss, one hand fisting in her sweat-dampened hair, the other sliding possessively down the curve of her spine to grip her ass hard enough to leave fingerprints.

She whimpers, her nails raking down my bare chest before scraping over my nipples, wringing a ragged moan from my throat. The sound only spurs her on—her hips grind down against mine, her soaked panties leaving a damp streak on my abs as she chases the friction. Our tongues tangle messily, the kiss wet and gasping, neither of us willing to pull away for air.

Jihyo's hands roam greedily—palming the sculpted planes of my shoulders, squeezing my biceps hard enough to bruise, her thumbs tracing the deep ridges of my hipbones before dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans.

I shudder, my own hands mapping the sinful slopes of her body—the dip of her waist, the swell of her tits, the muscle of her thighs flexing as she straddles me. We break apart only when the need for oxygen becomes unbearable, our foreheads pressed together as we pant. "Fuck," she breathes, her lips swollen and glistening. "Yeah," I agree hoarsely, tightening my grip on her ass. She grins against my mouth before diving back in.

Jihyo breaks our sloppy kiss with a feral little smirk, our swollen lips still connected by a thin string of spit. Her fingers skate down my bare chest, blunt nails raking over every sculpted ridge of my abs before stopping right above where my cock strains painfully against my jeans.

"Mmm, look at you~" Her breath is hot against my ear as she shifts her weight, making her delicious thighs squeeze around my hips. "All sweet and tender with me like some lovesick puppy... but this..." Her palm presses down, making me groan as she strokes my hardening length. "...tells a different story, doesn't it?"

I grab her wrist, nipping at her pulse point just to hear her gasp. "Only ever sweet for y—" My voice cuts off with a choked sound as she produces a damn lube bottle from her shorts pocket—strawberry-flavored, the garish pink label nearly glowing in the dim backstage lighting. My cock jerks violently when she shakes it with a devious wink. "Ji—fuck—is that even—"

"Relax, worrywart," she laughs, popping the cap open with her teeth—god fucking damn it—before squirting a slick, translucent glob onto her fingers. The artificial sweetness mixes with her natural vanilla scent, making my mouth water. "Hypoallergenic, gynecologist-approved, and..." Her tongue darts out to taste it from her own fingers, "...kinda tasty. Wanna try?"

But my attention isn't on the lube anymore. Because holy shit—with one fluid motion, Jihyo yanks her wrinkled crop top over her head and tosses it aside, revealing those legendary milkers in all their bare, warm skinned glory. No bra. No barriers. Just smooth, sun-kissed skin stretched over plush curves, her dusky areolas already pebbled tight from anticipation. Fuck me sideways. I really am this fucking gone for her.

My hands fly up instinctively—desperate to palm those perfect handfuls, to weigh them in my grip—but Jihyo clicks her tongue, pressing a sticky lube-coated finger against my lips.

"Uh-uh," she chastises, rolling her hips in a slow grind that has the sheer overlay of her faux skirt riding up around her waist. The slit parts wantonly, giving me a sinful eyeful of her toned thighs flexing as she works me over. "Eyes up here, baby." She taps my chin. "Unless you want me to stop..."

The threat hangs between us as her slick fingers trail down my torso, leaving glistening streaks over my abs. I shudder when she swirls around my nipple, her touch unbearably light—teasing. "Well?" She leans in, her untethered breasts brushing my chest as she nips at my jaw. "What's my good boy gonna say to get what he wants?"

The moment I hit her with those puppy dog eyes - lips slightly pouted, lashes fluttering with exaggerated innocence - something dangerous flashes across Jihyo's face. Her grip tightens in my hair as she leans back, studying my expression with narrowed eyes. "Oh no you don't," she murmurs, voice dripping with mock warning. "You think that cute shit works on me after three years?"

I let my bottom lip tremble just slightly, watching with barely contained amusement as her resolve visibly wavers. Her thighs clench around my hips, that perfect pout of hers starting to twitch at the corners. Then I burst out laughing.

"Yah!" Jihyo's scandalized shriek echoes through the dressing room as she swats my chest, her warm skin flushing that gorgeous rosy pink I love. "You little shit - I was going to let you have these!" She gestures dramatically at her bare breasts, the motion making those perfect handfuls jiggle enticingly. I'm still chuckling as I reach for her, hands hovering just inches from her skin. "Sorry, sorry~ I just love when you get all pretend-mad. Your nose scrunches up right he-"

My apology cuts off in a strangled groan as Jihyo's lube-slicked hand suddenly plunges onto my cocm, her fingers wrapping around my aching length with punishing tightness. The sudden friction burns deliciously - whether from the warming lube or her spiteful grip, I can't tell.

"Now you'll really have to beg," she purrs, leaning down so her untethered breasts brush tantalizingly against my chest with every breath. Her thumb strokes slow, torturous circles around my swollen tip, gathering the pre-cum beading there. "Properly this time. None of that faux-cute bullshit."

I bite back another laugh at how offended she sounds, even as my hips buck helplessly into her touch. "Jihyo baby-"

"Nope." Her grip loosens immediately, withdrawing just enough to make me whimper. "Full sentences. Tell me exactly what you want to do to these." She arches her back, making her magnificent mounds sway hypnotically. The stray stage lights catch the sheen of sweat still glistening in her cleavage from her earlier performance.

My mouth waters as I take in the sight - her dusky nipples pebbled tight from the cool dressing room air, that subtle bounce as she shifts her weight, the way her areolas darken when I ghost my fingers just millimeters above them.

"I... fuck..." My brain short-circuits when she gives one experimental pump, her thumb smearing lube and pre-cum messily down my shaft. "I want to suck them until you scream. Bite just hard enough to make your back arch. See if I can make you cum just from playing with your nipples while I finger you-"

Jihyo's breath hitch is music to my ears. Her fingers stutter around me, that perfect composure cracking as her thighs squeeze reflexively around mine. I can feel her damp heat even through the fabric of her shorts.

"Good start," she manages, trying (and failing) to sound unaffected. Her free hand comes up to tweak her own nipple, showing off just how fucking responsive she is. "But I think-"

I cut her off by surging forward, finally capturing one pebbled peak between my teeth. Jihyo's surprised yelp turns into a wanton moan as I switch to lavish attention on her other breast, my tongue lathing broad stripes across the stiff bud.

"Cheater!" she gasps, but her hips are already rolling against nothing, her grip on my cock tightening in retaliation. "I didn't say you could- ah!~"

The rest of her protest dissolves into a high-pitched whine as I suck hard, my fingers finding their way back under her shorts to plunge into her soaking wet heat. The strawberry lube mixes with her natural slickness, creating the filthiest sounds as I finger fuck her in time with my mouth on her breasts. "Y/N I swear to god if you make me cum before I get to ride you-"

My response is to crook my fingers just right, hitting that spongy spot inside her that makes her legs shake. Jihyo's threat cuts off with a strangled cry, her back bowing beautifully as she spills over my fingers, her thighs clamping down hard enough to bruise. When she finally comes down, panting and flushed, I lick my lips and give her my sweetest smile. "...please?"

The look she gives me could melt steel. Jihyo’s entire body trembles as she comes down from her high, her thighs still quivering around my fingers buried deep inside her. Her chest rises and falls in erratic bursts, her bare breasts glistening with a sheen of sweat—nipples red and puffy from my relentless attention. Then her eyes snap open. "You," she breathes, voice dripping with venomous sweetness, "are fucked."

Before I can even smirk, she wrenches my hand away from her soaked core, pinning both my wrists to the couch with surprising strength. The movement makes her tits jiggle enticingly, but the warning in her gaze keeps me from enjoying the view too much.

"No touching," she orders, shifting back just enough to be near my pelvic area. My cock was stone hard, angry red and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. "Not your hands. Not your mouth. Nothing."

I open my mouth to protest—"Ah!" She presses a single finger to my lips, her other hand wrapping around my shaft in a punishing grip. "You don’t get to talk either." Then she strokes. Fuck. Her palm is still slick with her own arousal, the mix of her juices and strawberry lube creating an obscenely wet glide as she pumps me from root to tip. Her thumb swipes over the head on every upstroke, smearing precum in tight circles that make my abs clench. I bite down on a groan, my hips jerking instinctively, but Jihyo tsks, slowing her pace to a torturous crawl. "Uh-uh," she murmurs, leaning down until her breath ghosts over my leaking cock. "You don’t get to move either."

Her free hand trails up my stomach, nails scraping lightly over my abs before pinching a nipple hard. The sharp sting races straight to my groin, my cock twitching violently in her grip. "Look at you," she coos, her voice saccharine. "So desperate to fuck me, and yet..." Her grip tightens, her thumb pressing just under the head where I’m most sensitive. "...all you get is this."

I grit my teeth, my thighs trembling with the effort to stay still. Jihyo’s smirk widens as she watches me struggle, her strokes agonizingly slow, her fingers just shy of the rhythm I need.

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours—my cock aching, my balls drawn up tight, every muscle in my body coiled to the point of pain. Sweat beads at my temples, my breath coming in ragged gasps as Jihyo edges me with sadistic precision.

Then—finally—she picks up the pace. Her hand flies over my length, her spit-slicked fingers working me with brutal efficiency. I’m right there, teetering on the edge, my vision whiting out—"Wait—fuck, Jihyo, I’m gonna—"

She slows again, her grip loosening just enough to keep me hovering. "Not yet," she purrs, her thumb pressing down on that spot beneath the head, making me whine. "I want you dripping when you finally get to cum." I groan, my head falling back against the couch. "You’re evil." She laughs—bright and melodic—before leaning down to lick a stripe up my shaft. "And you love it."

Then her hand is moving again, fast and lewd, her fingers twisting just right on every upstroke. This time, she doesn’t stop. "Cum," she orders, her voice low and rough. "Now." I explode. Rope after rope of cum spills over her fingers, my hips jerking uncontrollably as she milks me through it, her grip unrelenting. She watches with rapt attention as I pulse in her hand, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

When I finally slump back, boneless and spent, Jihyo brings her cum-coated fingers to her mouth—slowly—sucking them clean with obscene pops of her lips. "Mmm," she hums, licking a stray drop from her thumb. "Did you change your diet? This tastes sweeter than usual."

I blink up at her, still dazed. "Maybe... Up-ed more fruit...." She grins, leaning down to kiss me—deep and sloppy, letting me taste myself on her tongue. "Good boy." Jihyo’s fingers trail down my chest, sticky with my cum, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she leans in close. "Slump back," she orders, her voice low and husky. "Hips forward. I want you right where I need you."

I don’t hesitate. My back sinks into the couch, my cock—still half-hard and twitching—jutting up between us, glistening with remnants of lube and spit. Jihyo watches me with that look, the one that says she’s about to ruin me in the best way possible. Then she reaches for the discarded lube bottle, squeezing a generous amount into my waiting palm. "Your turn," she murmurs, guiding my hands to her chest. "Make them perfect for you."

Fuck. The moment my slick fingers touch her skin, she shudders, her breath hitching as I massage the lube into her tits, kneading the plush flesh with slow, worshipful strokes. The warmth of the formula makes her even softer, her nipples pebbling under my touch as I work her over, my thumbs circling the stiff peaks. "God, Jihyo," I groan, my voice rough. "You have no idea how fucking good these feel."

She arches into my touch, her lips parting around a quiet moan. "Tell me." I don’t need to be asked twice. "They’re perfect," I murmur, squeezing gently, watching them spill between my fingers. "So fucking full—like they were made just for me to touch." My thumbs flick over her nipples, making her gasp. "And these? Fuck. I could suck on them for hours and never get bored."

Jihyo’s eyelashes flutter, her chest rising faster as my words sink in. She loves this—loves being adored, worshipped, craved. And I love giving it to her. "You’re obsessed," she breathes, but there’s no bite to it—just pure, unfiltered pleasure at being wanted like this. "Damn right I am," I growl, dragging my palms up to her collarbones before sliding back down, coating every inch of her in slick warmth. "I’d worship these every fucking day if you let me."

She exhales sharply, her thighs tightening around mine. "Y/N—"

"I’d wake up just to suck them," I continue, my voice dropping lower. "Fall asleep with them in my mouth. Fuck, I’d die happy if I could bury my face between them one last time."

Jihyo whimpers, her hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction she won’t get—not yet. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, she slides off my lap, sinking to her knees between my legs. "You talk too much," she teases, but her hands are already lifting her tits, pressing them together around my cock. "Let’s see if you can handle what you’ve been begging for."

The first slide is heaven. Her slick, warm skin engulfs me, her tits molding perfectly around my length as she starts to move. Up, down, tight—her cleavage is a sinful, wet vice, her nipples brushing against the sensitive underside of my cock with every stroke. "Fuck—Jihyo—" My head falls back, my fingers digging into the couch. "You feel—fuck—you feel unreal."

She smirks, her pace just slow enough to be torturous. "You like that, baby?" Her tongue darts out, licking the tip every time it peeks out from between her tits. "All that begging just to get my boobs around you?"

I groan, my hips jerking up instinctively—but she clamps down, her hands pressing her breasts tighter, trapping me in that perfect, slick heat. "Ah-ah," she chides, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "You don’t get to move until I say so." Fuck. She’s going to kill me. And I’m going to love every second of it.

Her breasts glide over my cock like silk, slick with lube and the heat of her skin. Every slow, deliberate stroke sends shivers up my spine, my hips twitching helplessly as she works me over with those perfect handfuls.

"Fuck—Jihyo—" My voice is ragged, my fingers digging into the couch. "You’re so fucking beautiful." The words spill out of me like a prayer, raw and unfiltered. "Your skin—god—it’s like fucking gold under these lights." My hand lifts on instinct, thumb brushing the curve of her breast, tracing the warm, sun-kissed hue that glows even in the dim backstage lighting. "So soft. So perfect."

Jihyo’s rhythm stutters. For a second, her hands still, her tits tightening around me in a way that makes my breath catch. Then—slowly—her grin softens, something wistful flickering in her dark eyes. "Say that again," she murmurs, her voice quieter now.

I don’t hesitate. "You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met," I breathe, my thumb stroking her collarbone. "Every fucking inch of you—your skin, your curves, this—" My hips jerk slightly, emphasizing where I’m trapped between her breasts. "—it’s all perfect."

Her lips part, her chest rising with a shaky inhale. And then—fuck—I see it. The flicker of something old, something aching, in the way her lashes lower just a fraction. The ghost of past insecurities, of years spent under scrutiny, of comments about how she wasn’t the "right" shade of pale, how her body wasn’t the "right" kind of slim.

My stomach twists. "Jihyo." My voice drops, my free hand cupping her cheek. "Look at me." She does, reluctantly. "You’re stunning," I say, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Not despite your skin, or your curves—because of them. Every fucking thing people tried to make you hate about yourself? That’s what I worship."

Her breath hitches. For a moment, the air between us shifts—warm, heavy, real. Her eyes search mine, and I see it—the quiet relief, the way her shoulders relax just a fraction, like she’s finally letting go of a weight she didn’t realize she was still carrying.

Then—because she’s Jihyo—she ruins it of course.

"Mmm, good answer," she purrs, suddenly squeezing her tits hard around my cock, her nails digging into my thighs. "Now beg for me to let you cum." I groan, my head thudding back against the couch. God, this woman.

Her breasts are a masterpiece in motion. Jihyo’s hands cup the full, supple weight of her tits, pressing them together with just the right amount of pressure—warm, slick, and sinfully tight around my aching cock. The lube we’d slathered over her skin glistens under the dressing room lights, turning every slow, deliberate slide into a wet, intoxicating heaven. "F-fuck—Jihyo—!" My voice is ruined, my hips jerking weakly against her grip.

She’s merciless. Every upward stroke drags the sensitive head of my cock against the soft underside of her breasts, her nipples brushing the shaft in a way that makes my thighs tremble. Then, as she sinks back down, her cleavage envelops me completely, the heat of her skin almost burning as she milks me with slow, torturous rolls of her chest. I’m drowning in her.

My fingers claw at the couch, sweat dripping down my temples as I try—desperately—to hold back. But the way those perfect tits swallow me whole, the way her breath hitches every time I twitch inside her grip— "You close?" she teases, her voice a husky purr. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, watching me with half-lidded eyes. "I can feel you pulsing~"

I choke on a moan, my cock throbbing between her breasts. She knows. So she slows down. "Jihyo—please—" Her grin is downright wicked. "Please what, baby?" The sensation is unbearable—every nerve in my body is screaming, my balls drawn up tight, my release hovering just on the edge of oblivion.

And then—"Cum." That’s all she says. One word. One command. And I break.

My orgasm crashes over me like a fucking tidal wave—my back arcs off the couch, my cock exploding between her tits with thick, messy ropes of cum. It splatters across her collarbones, her chest, her chin—some even lands in her dark, tousled hair. But she doesn’t stop.

Her hands keep moving, her tits sliding up and down my oversensitive cock, milking out every. Last. Drop. until I’m shuddering and whining, my eyelids fluttering from the sheer overload of pleasure.

Then—She leans down, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock in one filthy suck, her tongue swirling to gather the last streaks of cum clinging to me. The sensation is too much—I gasp, my hips jerking weakly against her mouth as she hums in satisfaction.

When she pulls back, her lips are sticky and swollen, her face glazed with my cum. "Mmm," she muses, licking her lips deliberately. "I love how much you adore me~" I slump back, boneless and ruined, my chest heaving. God, I love this woman.

Jihyo sways toward the vanity, her hips rolling with every step, the sheer black overlay of her shorts fluttering like a dark halo around her thighs. The mirror catches her reflection—cum still glistening on her chin, her tits, the sharp line of her collarbone. She meets my gaze in the glass as her tongue darts out, slow and deliberate, licking a stripe up her palm to clean off my spent arousal.

Fuck.

Even post-nut, my cock twitches violently against my thigh.

Then—God help me—she wiggles.

A deliberate, teasing shift of her hips, the curve of her ass flexing under the tight black fabric of her shorts. The attached veil parts with the movement, giving me a glimpse of the shadow between her thighs before it falls back into place.

That’s my signal.

I’m on my feet before I can think, my jeans kicked off in a haphazard pile as I close the distance between us. Jihyo doesn’t turn—just watches me through the mirror, her lips curling as I drop to my knees behind her, my hands sliding up the backs of her thighs.

"Like what you see?" she murmurs, arching her back just enough to emphasize the round, heavy swell of her ass.

My answer is to press an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of her cheek through the fabric, nipping lightly at the silk-covered flesh. Jihyo chuckles, the sound low and throaty, before reaching back to tap my wrist.

"Off," she orders.

I don’t hesitate.

My fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, peeling them down her legs with reverent slowness. The black silk panties underneath cling to her skin, damp with her arousal, the fabric darkened between her thighs.

Not lace today.

I groan, nuzzling the crease where her ass meets her thigh, breathing in the intoxicating mix of her sweat and the faint sweetness of whatever expensive soap she uses. My tongue drags a hot, wet stripe over the silk, tasting her through the fabric before biting the edge of the panties and tugging them down.

Jihyo gasps, her hands bracing against the vanity as I strip her completely, her shorts and panties pooling at her ankles before she kicks them aside with one graceful foot.

Then—finally—she’s bare.

And God, what a sight.

Her ass is art—full and heavy, the flesh trembling slightly as she shifts her weight. The skin here is even softer than her tits, the kind of plush that begs to be bitten, marked, worshipped. My hands squeeze greedily, kneading the supple flesh before spreading her cheeks apart, exposing the tight, pink furl of her rim.

"Fuck, Jihyo," I rasp, my thumbs tracing the delicate skin. "You’re perfect."

She shivers, her hips pushing back slightly. "Then show me," she breathes, her voice thick. "Be good for me, baby."

I don’t need to be told twice.

My tongue licks a broad, wet stripe from her soaked slit up to her asshole, savoring the way she jerks against me.

"Y/N—!"

I groan against her skin, my grip tightening as I dive back in, feasting. Her taste is addictive—heady and hers, with just the faintest hint of something floral beneath. The soap, maybe, but mostly it’s just Jihyo, warm and musky and alive under my tongue.

I eat her out like a man starved, my lips and teeth and tongue working her rim with filthy, wet devotion. Every flick, every suck makes her thighs tremble, her moans pitching higher as she grinds back against my face.

"That’s it," she purrs, one hand tangling in my hair to guide me deeper. "Just like that—fuck, you’re so good at this—"

I redouble my efforts, my nose buried in her cunt as my tongue spears into her ass, fucking her in tight little circles. The sounds alone are obscene—wet slurps, her ragged gasps, the slick slide of my mouth on her skin.

And then—

She clenches.

"I’m—ah—close," she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—"

I don’t.

I suck her rim like I’m dying of thirst, my free hand slipping between her thighs to rub frantic circles over her clit.

Jihyo shatters with a cry, her back bowing, her ass pressing hard against my face as she cums—squeezing around my tongue like she wants to milk the pleasure straight from my bones.

When she finally slumps forward, panting, I pull back just enough to lick my lips.

"Told you," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the swell of her ass. "Perfect."

Her laugh is breathless, wrecked—beautiful. "You’re insatiable."

I grin against her skin. "Only for you."

The moment Jihyo's command leaves her lips, my entire body thrums with anticipation. My tongue drags one last lingering stripe up her soaked slit, collecting her essence like it's the finest ambrosia. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks, sticky with her arousal, as I pull back just enough to admire the glistening mess I've made of her.

"Lube me up, puppy," she purrs, arching her back to present her ass like an offering. "I want to feel every inch of you splitting me open."

Fuck.

My cock twitches violently at her words, already half-hard again despite having just come minutes ago. I reach for the discarded strawberry lube, coating my fingers thickly before pushing her cheeks apart with my thumbs. The sight alone is obscene—her tight rim clenching around nothing, her puffy pink folds glistening just below. I drizzle more lube directly onto her hole, watching as it drips down in slow, sticky rivulets.

"Look at you," I growl, pressing a single lubed fingertip against her entrance. "My exclusive little slut, begging to be stuffed in both holes like some cheap toy."

Jihyo moans, pushing back against my finger. "Shut up and fuck me already, you eager—ah~!"

Her words cut off into a sharp gasp as I sink my finger knuckle-deep into her ass, twisting slowly to stretch her. The heat is unreal, her walls clamping down like a vise as I work her open with torturous patience.

"So fucking tight," I groan, adding a second finger alongside the first. "Gonna milk my cock dry when I finally fuck this greedy hole, aren't you?"

Jihyo's breath hitches, her hips rocking back onto my fingers. "Y-yes—fuck—just like that—!"

Then—

"Vibrator. Now," she demands, jerking her chin toward her bag.

I don't hesitate.

The sleek purple toy is exactly where she said it'd be, still in its velvet pouch like some sacred relic. I flick it on, the sudden buzz slicing through the air as I kneel back between her thighs.

"DP, huh?" I smirk, trailing the vibrating tip up her soaked slit. "My perfect slut wants to be ruined tonight, is that it?"

Jihyo's answering grin is feral. "Prove you can handle me, dog."

Challenge accepted.

I press the vibrator against her clit first, relishing the way her entire body jolts, her ass clamping down on my fingers. Then—slowly—I guide it inside her pussy, inch by inch, until the base is flush against her swollen lips.

"F-FUCK!" Jihyo's nails scrape against the vanity, her reflection flushing as the vibrations ripple through her. "O-oh God—!"

I grin, twisting my fingers deeper into her ass, scissoring her open as the vibrator thrums inside her cunt. The overlapping sensations have her squirming, her thighs trembling as pleasure and overwhelm battle for dominance.

"That's it," I croon, my free hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "Take it like the filthy little slut you are."

Jihyo whimpers, her head dropping forward. "M-more—please—!"

I oblige, adding a third finger to her ass, stretching her even wider as the vibrator fucks her pussy in relentless pulses. The sounds are disgusting—wet squelches, the slick slap of skin on skin, her broken moans echoing off the mirrors.

"Look at yourself," I said, forcing her to meet her own gaze in the mirror. "See how wrecked you are?."

Her pupils are blown, her lips parted around ragged gasps as she watches herself get devoured.

"Y-yours," she chokes out, her hips grinding back against me. "Always—ah~!— yours!"

The moment Jihyo gives the command to fuck her now, my body moves on instinct. I rise from kneeling behind her, my hands gripping the supple swell of her asscheeks, spreading her wide to admire the intoxicating sight—her lubed, fluttering rim, the vibrator buzzing obscenely in her pussy just below, her thighs glistening with sweat and arousal.

I coat my cock with the remaining lube in my palm, mysing slightly at the sensitivity from my earlier release. But the moment the thick head of my length presses against her tight entrance, all discomfort fades.

"F-fuck—Y/N—!" Jihyo chokes out as I push in, her back arching like a bowstring, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the vanity.

I groan, my forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as her ass clenches around me, the heat unbearable, the pressure perfect.

"God, Jihyo—" My voice is ragged, reverent. "You feel unreal."

She lets out a shaky laugh, her muscles fluttering as I bottom out, my hips flush against her ass. "Nnn—f-full—"

I give her a moment to adjust—just a moment—before pulling back and thrusting in again. The rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, each snap of my hips making the vibrator shift inside her pussy, the dual sensations drawing broken whimpers from her lips.

Then—

A knock at the door.

"Jihyo-ssi?" TWICE's manager calls, his voice muffled but clear enough through the soundproofing. "Are you okay in there? I thought I heard—"

Jihyo's breath hitches, her entire body locking up around me.

For a heartbeat, time stops.

Then—

"I-I'm fine, Manager-nim!" she calls back, her voice remarkably steady despite the way her ass spasms around my cock. "Just—ah!—just practicing... vocalizations for TTT tomorrow! We have a singing game, no?"

Holy shit.

My hands tighten on her hips, my thrusts stuttering at the sheer audacity of her.

She grins at me in the mirror, her eyes dark with challenge.

Keep going.

Her lips shape the words silently, her hips rolling back against me in emphasis.

I obey.

"Y-yeah," she continues, her voice only slightly strained as I begin fucking her in earnest, my cock splitting her ass open with every deep stroke. "The—nngh~!—the concept is really fun, so I got... carried away."

The manager chuckles outside, unaware. "Always so dedicated. How time do you need for the girls to be ready tomorrow?"

Jihyo's fingers dig into the vanity, her knuckles white as my pace quickens, the slap of skin on skin growing louder.

"Hah—early," she manages, her voice dripping with faux professionalism. "We should—oh!—start makeup by 8 AM. The lighting—f-fuck—the lighting is best then."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me, my hands sliding up her sweat-slick back to brace her.

"You're insane," I breathe against her skin, my voice barely audible.

She preens, her ass clenching around me. "And you love it."

"God, I do," I groan, my thrusts turning filthier, deeper, my cock pressing against the vibrator through the thin wall separating her holes. "You’re perfect."

Jihyo shudders, her next words to the manager coming out in a rush. "C-call time is 7:30 AM! Sharp! Ah!—I mean—please."

A pause. Then—

"...Right," the manager says slowly. "You sure you’re okay? Your voice sounds... strained."

Jihyo’s jaw tightens, her thighs trembling as I hit just the right spot, my cock grinding against her prostate with every stroke.

"I’m—hah—great," she grits out, her nails scraping the wood. "Just—ngh!—passionate about the shoot!"

Another pause. Then—

"Okay… Well, don’t overdo it," the manager says, footsteps retreating. "See you tomorrow."

The second the footsteps fade, Jihyo collapses forward, her chest heaving.

"Fuck," she pants, her voice wrecked. "That was—ah!—so hot."

I laugh, breathless, my pace never slowing. "You’re a menace."

She grins over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen. "And you’re mine."

The moment Jihyo reaches between her thighs and pulls the vibrator free, a lewd schlick fills the dressing room as her juices drip onto the floor. The toy buzzes in her hand, slick with her arousal, before she drops it onto the vanity with a wet clatter.

”F-focus on me now,” she gasps, her voice trembling as my cock continues to pound into her ass, each thrust burying me to the hilt. ”No distractions.”

I groan, my hands tightening on her hips. ”Couldn’t think of anything but you.”

And it’s the truth.

Her ass is like fire around me—tight, velvet heat squeezing my cock with every snap of my hips. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes in the small space, punctuated by Jihyo’s ragged breaths.

She’s close.

I can feel it—the way her muscles flutter, the way her fingers claw at the vanity’s edge as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside her.

”Y/N—!” she whimpers, her back arching. ”I’m—ah!—I’m gonna—!”

Then, with a choked cry, she shatters.

Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave—her walls clamping around me as her body jerks, her thighs trembling violently. A rush of liquid spills from her pussy, splattering onto the floor in a filthy, unrestrained squirt, her juices dripping down her legs as she whines through the pleasure.

”G-god, look at you,” I rasp, my thrusts turning slower, deeper, savoring the way she pulses around me. ”So perfect like this.”

Jihyo mewls, her head dropping forward, her hair sticking to her flushed skin. ”Nnn—more—!”

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

”Tell me what you need,” I murmur, my cock throbbing inside her, my own release creeping up my spine.

She whimpers, her nails digging into the wood. ”F-fuck me harder—please—!”

I don’t hesitate.

My grip on her hips turns bruising as I ram into her, my pace turning vicious, my cock pistoning into her ass with unforgiving strokes.

”Like this?” I growl, my blunt nails leaving crescent marks on her skin.

”Y-yes—fuck—!”

Jihyo’s entire body shakes, her fingers scrambling for purchase before she grabs her bag from the table and bites down on the leather strap, muffling her screams as I destroy her.

The sound alone is filthy—her choked moans, the wet slap of flesh, the way her ass gapes around me with every withdrawal.

I could cum now.

Should cum now.

But I don’t.

Not until she tells me to.

”Y/N—!” she sobs, her voice breaking. ”I—I n-need it—please—!”

And that’s when I lose control.

My hips stutter, my cock pulsing inside her as I bury myself to the hilt, my release exploding deep in her ass.

Rope after rope of cum floods her, my vision whiting out as pleasure wrecks me, my body convulsing against hers.

Jihyo gasps, her own climax crashing over her again as she milks me through it, her walls fluttering desperately around my cock.

When it’s over, we both collapse—her onto the vanity, me against her back—our breaths ragged, our bodies drenched in sweat and cum.

For a long moment, silence stretches between us.

Then—

Jihyo laughs, breathless, her voice wrecked.

”...We destroyed the floor.”

The moment my cock slips free from her ass, Jihyo hisses, her body swaying slightly as thick ropes of my cum drip down her thighs. She turns sharply, her dark eyes narrowing—but the flush on her cheeks and the way her lips twitch betray her faux annoyance.

"Look what you did," she groans, limping slightly as she steps toward me. Her voice is still honey-thick with pleasure, despite the scolding tone. "I have a performance in two hours, and now I’m gonna feel you every time I move on stage."

I grin, reaching for her before she collapses onto my lap, her back pressing against my chest. The warmth of her skin bleeds into mine, her body curling into me like she belongs there—because she does.

"Mm, I know," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "But you asked for it."

She pinches my thigh, her head tilting back to glare at me. "I asked for a little fun—not for you to ruin me so hard I limp!"

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her waist as she grumbles, shifting slightly before deliberately arching her back. Then—God help me—she reaches behind herself, spreading her asscheeks apart to reveal the swollen, gaping rim still glistening with my cum.

"See?" she huffs, wiggling slightly. "It’s your fault."

My breath catches.

Even wrecked, even used, she’s stunning—her body a canvas of my devotion, marked inside and out.

"I love you," I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Jihyo freezes.

Then—

Her expression softens, her fingers loosening their grip on her flesh as she turns her face toward mine. "...I know," she whispers, her lips brushing my jaw. "That’s why I let you do stupid shit like this."

I laugh, my hands smoothing up her thighs, kneading the tender muscle there. "Need me to clean you up?"

She hums, settling more firmly against me. "In a minute."

For a long while, we just sit like that—her weight grounding me, my heartbeat steady against her back. The dressing room is a mess—lube bottles tipped over, her discarded shorts crumpled near the door, the scent of sex thick in the air—but none of that matters.

Not when she’s like this.

Soft.

Mine.

Eventually, she sighs, nudging my arm. "Okay, now you can clean me up."

I grin, reaching for the towel on the couch. "Yes, Leader-nim."

She snorts, leaning into my touch as I gently wipe away the evidence of our sins—her thighs, her ass, the ache between them—before pressing another kiss to the nape of her neck.

"You're impossible," she murmurs, but there's no heat in it.

"And you love me for it," I tease.

Jihyo turns, her fingers threading through my hair as she drags me into a real kiss—slow, deep, promising.

"...Yeah," she breathes against my lips. "I do."

Time stretches like honey between us—thick, slow, sweet.

Jihyo’s weight is warm against my chest, her breathing steady as I trace idle patterns over her hip. The dressing room is still a mess—towels strewn about, the faint scent of sex lingering in the air—but none of it matters. Not when she’s curled into me like this, her fingers lazily threading through mine.

"We should get dressed," she murmurs, though she makes no move to pull away.

I hum, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "Yeah. You’ve got a show to win."

She groans, tilting her face up to glare at me. "Don’t remind me."

I laugh, but I don’t argue.

Instead, I help her up, my hands lingering on her waist as she steadies herself. Her legs are still shaky, her thighs glistening with the remnants of our earlier activities, but she’s glowing—her skin flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes alive with satisfaction.

"Lucky your clothes survived," I tease, grabbing my discarded t-shirt and jeans.

Jihyo rolls her eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in it. "Lucky you didn’t rip them this time."

I grin, pulling my shirt over my head before turning my attention to her.

She stands there, unashamed, letting me look my fill—her body a masterpiece of soft curves and sharp edges, marked only by the faint red imprints of my fingers on her hips.

I reach for the damp towel first, gently wiping away the last traces of cum from her thighs, her stomach, the ache between her legs. She shivers under my touch but doesn’t pull away, her breath hitching when my thumb brushes just too close to her oversensitive clit.

"Y/N," she warns, but it’s half-hearted.

"Just making sure you’re clean," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone before straightening.

She scoffs but doesn’t argue.

Next, the clothes.

Her backup panties—black lace this time, always prepared—slide up her legs with ease, the fabric snug against her still-throbbing core. I take my time adjusting them, my fingers tracing the waistband before I reach for her bra.

"Arms up," I instruct, and she obeys, letting me fasten the clasp behind her back.

It’s domestic, almost routine—the way I help her into her stage outfit, smoothing out the fabric, adjusting the straps, making sure everything is perfect.

Because it has to be.

She’s TWICE’s leader first.

Mine second.

But when I step back to admire my handiwork, she looks flawless—her makeup retouched, her hair tousled just enough to look intentional, her clothes hiding every trace of what we’ve done.

Professional.

Untouchable.

Mine.

"You’re staring," she says, her voice softer now. But that teasing up-lift of her betrayed her amusement.

I don’t deny it. "Can’t help it."

Jihyo smiles, stepping closer until her palms rest against my chest. "I have to go."

"I know."

But neither of us moves.

Not until she surges forward, her lips crashing into mine with a fierceness that steals my breath.

This kiss isn’t gentle.

It’s claiming.

Possessive.

Her tongue licks into my mouth, her teeth nipping at my lower lip, her fingers tightening in my shirt like she’s memorizing the feel of me.

And I let her.

I let her take—because she owns me, body and soul.

When she finally pulls away, her breath is ragged, her eyes dark with promises.

"Tonight," she murmurs, her thumb brushing my bottom lip. "Bathroom. Don’t dare fall asleep before I get home."

I grin, catching her wrist to press a kiss to her pulse. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

She smirks, stepping back—TWICE’s leader again, untouchable—before turning toward the door.

"Oh, and Y/N?" she calls over her shoulder, pausing just long enough to throw me a look. "Wear the cuffs."

Then she’s gone, the door clicking shut behind her.

And I’m left standing there, my heart pounding, my skin still burning from her touch.

God, I love this woman of mine

(A/N: This is one of my favourite outfit of Hyo 🦄✨💝)

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Twice Fic World

Chp 1 - Night Club Darkness ( Mina )

Chp 2 - Strawberry Picking 🍓 ( Mina and Chaeyoung)

Chp 2.5 - I Got You, Boss🎱 Part 1 ( Mina )

Chp 3 - I Got You, Boss🎱 Part 2 ( Jihyo )

Chp 4 - Troublesome🍓( Chaeyoung and IU )

Chp 5 - Big Work ( Sana and Mina )

Chp 6 - Overtime ( Jihyo and Sana )

Chp 7 - Twisted Company ( Mina, Momo, and Sana )

One-Shot World

Chp 1 - Sex Best Friends ( Jihyo )

Chp 2 - Pounding Needed ( Nayeon )

Chp 3 - Premium Sex Doll ( Momo )

Chp 4 - Are You Satisfied, Sir? ( Momo and Dahyun )

Chp 5 - Baseball x Game ( Mina and Chaeyoung )

Chp 6 - Free Use Best-Friend ( Dahyun )

Chp 7 - A Good Girl ( Mina )

Chp 8 - " Baby " Sitting ( Jihyo and Chaeyoung )

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Chp 1 - It's This Time of the Year ( Aiah )

Chp 2 - Red Hot ( Mikha and Colet )

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twice and the ways to say i miss you when they are touring

im nayeon

i’m sorry but you must endure the one thousand kisses once she gets back or she will cry

demands with pouts and that cute voice that makes you cave in

what? the tour is amazing but after being weeks apart from her lover can make her do weird things (ask jeong or jihyo, they can confirm)

she’s got a whole bottle of your perfume/fragrance to cope with a your jacket so it feels like you’re always there giving her a hug

but now that she’s back >:)))

will 100%, with no miss at all, pin you down every morning to snuggle and kiss you despite your whines of you trying to be a bit early to work

oh you work from home? better make sure you work fast or she will distract you with those hands 😋 no escape for you

yoo jeongyeon

constant video calls to keep her grounded but it’s never enough to make her feel that 100% energy boost

lowkey losing it but to her members they can see how miserable she can get when you aren’t there

sorry she’s like this but she just really really needs your cuddles right now and the fact that you’re so far away makes it so so so mean :((

she manages with the polaroids of both of you that she brings everywhere

of course she won’t pressure you but good lord you also don’t know what to do without her close to you at most nights

and that’s why you’re always with her on tour once you can start working remotely, always either disguised as the “manager/staff” or straight up out to the world that you’re her lover

hirai momo

misses you and her children (read: her dogs) that when she fatetimes you she’s abt to sob

“my babies!” she says everytime you go on call and boo and dobby are with you

clings unto sana to cope (both of them are coping together through the power of friendship!!!)

one time she managed to convince all of twice to get food at 4 am to cope??? anyway yeah so there they were at 4 am at a taco cart munching away with like two other managers

everytime she comes home she brings you snacks and treats and spends most of her time with you and her dogs

minatozaki sana

on the outside she’s calm cool collected a lil flirty

in the inside she’s screaming fighting for her LIFE because wdym you aren’t a phone call away from her to cling unto you huh

clings unto her members for moral support and they always send pictures of her clinging to you (THROUGH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP)

buys you jewelry that she thinks looks good on you and copes with that information until she lands back home

pouncing on you the moment you see her come down from the van in front of your apartment/home

“baby!!!” she screams as she clings unto you like a koala and she’s abt to make you both fall over

sorry she’s never letting you go

you are now the latest personal bodyguard of sana for the next couple of days btw (she likes them a lil possessive)

park jihyo

she can fairly cope well for the first few days but she can feel bits of her cracking when she doesn’t get your dose of cuddles

copes by also stealing your jacket but she actually steals two so she can have two styles ready that has a piece of you with her

always playing with the necklace you got for her on your 9th date with her or with the keychain on her bag that you got on a random day proclaiming that yes that sleeping bear keychain reminded you of jihyo because both her and the keychain look cute

she’s always so busy even when she gets home so she never really gets to release that want to just be alone with you

but holds you so close and so tight when both of you are sleeping to feel calm and to convey the feelings she always has for you

myoui mina

doesn’t show it to anyone, even you, that she’s abt to break bc she misses you so much

copes with buying trinkets that remind her of you so she ends up coming home from tour

half of her big suitcase is trinkets, someone stop her

you always end up sorting the trinkets and like dedicating a space in your home for it. when she comes back you both take the time to add it to the collection together

you know those apps for u to use to signal you miss your lover yeah well mina didn't take long to convince you to download it

is that another damn trinket

kim dahyun

the most sane one in twice

she always takes you out on dates back before the tour starts so she uses those memories to cope + regular calls with you despite time differences always helps

writes yearning songs all the damn time

YEARNING IN SONG WRITING!! THAT DAMN NOTEBOOK IS ALMOST FULL SHE'S ABOUT TO BUY ANOTHER

when she returns from tour, she cherishes the most domestic things with you

case and point she fell so much harder for you when you were both just doing chores, humming the songs blasting from your speakers

son chaeyoung

shut up wdym nonchalant?? no. clingy gf realness

she is OBSESSED WITH YOU there is no way this woman won't lose it when you are not with here in tour

but your work is important so she won't pull you away

though i bet you half of her wardrobe is your clothes with your perfume smothered on them

twice members complain at how much she's always missing u, yearning for u, talking about u, yapping abt u

it's the rest of twice that begs for you to come with them the next tour to shut her up

she does not shut up but you get to distract her by kissing and it always works

chou tzuyu

her? missing you? why should she miss you when she can just bring you along??????????

only member to actually think about it and put it to action the moment you both started to become official

it took so much convincing, and like you had to also be a part of staff lowk

like who is holding the cam for her vlogs?? you babes it's you

sometimes the other members also ask for your help but honestly you don't mind and tzuyu gets to film you too sometimes so like yay bonding activities

kisses backstage!!! KISSES BACKSTAGE TZUYU CHEERED

[maphinz]

JIHYO + NAYEON dance the night away

[nomono3]

royalty au idk… i will draw 457 later ig :,3

im kms if they dont appear together in s3.

[nr1chaedickrider]

I can only be me when i'm by your side - i'm not a monster.

As time passes recovering, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

cw: fluff, smut, angst, petnames, virgin!reader, sweet girl!jihyo, popular but not so popular!jihyo, basketball player!jihyo, both are 18 but they are students, mentions of death, drunk confessions, they fall in love pretty fast, lwk rushed, lmk if there is more ^_^, ~ 4k words

if you're thinking "hm! i read this fic somewhere... yes! its my heeseung fic from my bg blog @adorwoo ! which i wanted to use for jihyo !^_^ hope you enjoy anyway.

men dni.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

It's not your...

Is it really?

The rain beats down on your black umbrella, the lines from Dahyun's letter playing over and over in your head. It feels like you're trapped in a vicious cycle, not being able to think of anything else.

But why?

Why didn't she tell you?

Were all those conversations about the mutual trust between you two a lie? Was it just talk to keep you from worrying?

If someone had told you a week ago that you had to be at her funeral because she had killed herself, you would have laughed at that person. Dahyun was always the happiest person you've ever met.

Even if you had been told that a day ago, you wouldn't have believed it. Because in theory, it's the stupidest thing you've ever heard.

In his letter, she wrote about how much she loved you, how she enjoyed every minute and every moment with you, how it's not your fault that she's not here anymore.

She's probably right, not just probably. She's right, and you know it. But you can't stop blaming yourself. Someone has to take the blame. Someone is responsible.

You could have helped her.

You should have helped her.

Tears run down your cheeks as you stare at her grave. Her family, her friends, they are all gone. You stand here alone, not daring to leave.

'Kim Dahyun

Born on may 28, 1998.

A friend, daughter and lover.

She will continue to live in our souls.'

It feels like your eyes are glued to the writing, you can't look away. You try to regulate your breathing, taking a deep breath.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you place the white rose next to the gravestone.

You take one last look at her grave before turning and slowly walking away.

-

"I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all."

You look at the students in front of you, all of them giving you strange looks. Of course, you are a new student, but you feel uncomfortable under their gaze. The teacher smiles at you and tells you where to sit, next to a girl called Mina.

It's as if everyone has forgotten about you again as the teacher starts teaching. You sit down next to Mina and she smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you," she whispers. You smile at her.

You can't talk to her for long because she starts taking notes for the lesson. You look around at the faces of the others. It actually looks like a normal class, but your eyes land on a girl.

She looks shorter than you, her hair is brown as well as her eyes. She's wearing a white t-shirt.

"Have you laid your eye on someone?" asks Mina, laughing a little.

"No!" you answer, a little too loudly, and you put your head on the table as a few people look at you. "I was just looking at her," you whisper.

"Yeah yeah... that's what they all say" she says.

You slowly lose yourself in your thoughts as memories of Dahyun come flooding back.

Should you even look at other girls? Is it bad?

Would Dahyun hate you for trying to find love again?

It's been more than two months since she died, but you can't stop thinking about her.

Maybe it's normal, your behavior. Your overthinking of everything, maybe you're not the only person who feels this way? Maybe there is someone else who is just as lost in their thoughts as you are.

Maybe you are simply not alone.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by the bell and Mina.

"I can show you a few things here at school if you want," she suggests, and you gratefully accept her help.

You spend the whole lunch break running after her while she shows you around.

"Why did you change schools anyway? Your old one is a pretty well-known one, and much better than here," she asks, before taking a bite of her sandwich.

The question makes you wonder, and you think about whether you should just lie to her and say that you moved, or that you were somehow bullied at your school - but somehow it feels wrong. Because you neither moved nor were you bullied. No, everything was actually fine.

Actually,

Somehow everything changed after her death.

Your classmates started looking at you funny, and you still don't know whether they are looks of pity or looks of condemnation because they blame you.

"I don't know" is your answer, and somehow it's true. Sometimes you really have no idea why you changed schools, but Mina doesn't need to know the whole truth.

She just nods in response as she continues to eat.

"The girl you were looking at in English, her name is Jihyo by the way" she says.

What?

"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.

"Because you were staring at her a lot - you looked really interested in her" she replies with a little grin.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I wasn't staring at her..." you laugh a little, but can't hide your despair. Why does she think you're interested in her?

-

"Watch out!" someone shouts, but before you can react, a basketball hits you.

You fall to the floor, your head hurts and you feel slightly dizzy as you slowly open your eyes.

The girl from your English class is kneeling on the floor in front of you, looking at you, trying to see if you're okay.

It's like a cliché high school movie.

"Are you okay?" she asks, a couple of other girls come over, but she just tells them to get something to cool off and shoos them away.

The things that can happen when you want to visit the gym...

You nod slowly, after a few blinks your vision is no longer blurry.

Another girl comes back and hands Jihyo a cold pack.

"Here, take this," she says and puts it in your hand, her hand on your shoulder to support you.

You hold it to your head, biting the inside of your cheek slightly from the cold.

Before she can say anything else, she is called by his coach, at the same moment Mina comes to you.

"I was looking for you," she says and helps you up.

You watch Jihyo jogging across the field before you leave the gym.

-

New week, new luck?

Every day you tried desperately to talk to Jihyo somehow, but suddenly she was always gone after class and you were never put in a group together.

But it looks like luck is on your side for once.

"Here's the list of groups, you have to give a presentation in pairs on a play of your choice," your English teacher announces.

You look at the picture projected on the wall.

Chaeyoung and Mina,

Sana and Miyeon,

Jihyo and Y/n,

Jeongyeon and...

Wait, what?

You read the list again and once more you see your name and Jihyo's name next to each other.

"Jihyo and Y/n," you say quietly.

"Are you happy?" Mina asks teasingly with a grin on her lips.

"Are you happy that you have to work with Chaeyoung?" you ask back - Mina doesn't answer.

Before your teacher can give you any more homework for the break, the school bell rings and everyone rushes out of the classroom.

You walk (or rather, run) to Jihyo who is packing her things away.

"Hey, I was wondering when we should meet," you say, and she looks up at you and smiles. You feel your cheeks turning red.

She puts on his backpack and stands up.

"How about Friday afternoon? My place?" she suggests and you nod.

She takes a pen from her pocket, "Give me your hand," she says, you are confused but do it anyway.

She opens the pen with her mouth, the cap between her teeth as she gently writes on your hand.

Her phone number.

It feels like she's giving you an autograph.

"Text me and I'll send you my address," she says, and before you can answer, she walks out of the room.

You look down at your hand and see a little smiley face next to her number.

You can't help but giggle as you look at it.

-

You stare at your phone - up to her front door and back down to your phone.

You are 10 minutes early and don't dare to ring the doorbell.

"You know you can just ring the bell?" someone asks you, you look up and see Jihyo smiling at you.

"I'm early, that's why-"

"Not a problem," she interrupts you.

She lets you in and closes the door behind her.

Her house is beautiful, modern and yet somehow old-fashioned.

"My parents aren't here, so I thought we could study in the living room," she says, and you nod, leaning your backpack against the table.

"Water?" she asks and you take it gratefully.

You drink a little before she sits down across from you.

You both leaf through the books, take notes, talk briefly about certain passages, but otherwise no one says anything.

Jihyo decides to break the awkward atmosphere.

"I wanted to apologize again, for the basketball," she says, and you laugh a little.

"You don't have to apologize, things like that can happen," you reply.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asks, and instead of answering, you are completely silent, thinking.

Memories of Dahyun come back while Jihyo looks at you and waits for your answer.

"Yes, I did, but she died a few months ago," you answer.

She nods slightly, "Can I ask how he died?" she asks in a quiet, polite tone, as if she really wants to make sure that she's asking something that doesn't hurt you in any way.

"Suicide," you say, short and meager, without many details (whether you know many details at all is another question).

She looks at you with a supportive look, one that makes you feel like she's really listening and that she really understands you.

Maybe she understands you even more than you think?

She puts her hand on yours with a slight smile.

"Thank you for confiding in me," she says, your cheeks slightly flushed, hers too.

You both look at each other for a moment before she lets go and you both go back to work.

-

If only the work had gone on for longer.

After the one meeting, you saw her every day of the vacation. Always with the excuse that you supposedly "need to add something" (does going to the movies together add something to your project?).

It's been more than a week since you first met.

"You're in love," Mina says as she parks her car in front of Jihyo's house.

"I-"

"Don't even try to find an excuse, it's all good" she replies with a small grin.

You both get out of the car and walk to her house, the music so loud you can hear it several meters away.

How Jihyo, who is slightly drunk, hears the doorbell is also a mystery to you.

"Hey guys!" she greets you, she shakes Mina's hand and gives her a kind of high five, she gives you a hug.

You smile at her as the three of you walk into the living room.

"I'm going to Chaeyoung," Mina whispers, or rather shouts, in your ear before disappearing.

"Y/n, do you want to play a drinking game with us?" asks Jihyo, you nod.

Maybe it was a stupid decision.

Jihyo and her friends (of whom you only know Jeongyeon) only understand drinking games to mean taking shots and asking stupid questions.

Either answer - or drink.

You always chose the second option.

After about 7 questions (maybe more, maybe less - you lost count of that pretty fast) you get up and say that you need some fresh air.

Since you've been to her house several times, you know where the upstairs balcony is.

It's quite big, with a parasol and two folding chairs. You sit down on one and close your eyes, your head throbs a little.

"Are you okay?" someone asks after a few minutes.

To your surprise (not really a surprise), Jihyo stands next to you before sitting down on the chair to your right.

"Yeah, it's just the alcohol," you say.

You and alcohol, not really a good combination.

Especially not when you're sitting next to the girl you're in love with.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" you ask out of nowhere.

She shakes his head, "I thought it was obvious" she says and laughs a little.

"I love you" you confess.

She turns to you, but before he can answer anything, you keep talking.

"I know we haven't known each other that long... a month?? more? less? but-... I just have this feeling with you that I only used to have with her"

"I thought I'd never feel it again," you say, a tear running down your cheek.

Jihyo looks at you, her eyes slightly watery.

Is she crying too?

"Y/n" she says, interrupting your continued rambling.

She gets up, kneels down in front of your chair, and -

kisses you.

Her soft lips on yours.

She pulls away after just a few seconds and you already feel like you miss her lips.

"I love you too Y/n" she says softly.

You look at her in amazement.

"Really?" you ask.

"That's why I asked if you had a girlfriend" now it all makes so much more sense.

She pulls you up and takes you to the guest room. She tries to lay you down on the bed but you pull her with you and she falls on top of you.

You both stare at each other and laugh a little.

"You're drunk, get some rest," she says, kissing your forehead.

"I'll be here when you wake up"

-

And she really is next to you when you wake up.

"Good morning..." you groan as you rub your eyes.

She smiles at you, "good morning" she says, from the look on her face you suspect she woke up just a few minutes before you.

You pull her closer to you by her collar and kiss her, she kisses you back while her hand is on your cheek.

The kiss is just perfect, gentle, slow, a perfect way to start his morning.

But it can also be perfect in another way.

It gets warmer under the covers as you continue kissing, she kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on it. You can't help but rub your thighs together a little.

"What about the others?" you ask.

"I kicked them out yesterday after you fell asleep" she says, continuing to kiss your neck, even nibbling on it, making you let out soft moans.

"Jihyo, I think you should know that I am a virgin" you say, your cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment.

She giggles a little, kissing you on the lips again.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about baby" she replies with a smile.

She gets on top of you, continuing to kiss you.

You think kissing Jihyo is the best thing in the world.

Her hands trail over your body, giving you a soft squeeze here and there.

"Can I?" she asks, her hand playing with the buttons on your pants.

"Please" you answer with a smile.

She complies and opens them, pulling off your pants and leaving you in your underwear.

You sit up a little, your hands on her waist, feeling up her muscles, especially her abs.

"Want me to take it off?" she asks, you nod.

She pulls off her shirt over her head, dropping it somewhere on the floor.

Your finger trails up his stomach to her bra, looking at her like she is a work of art (she definetly is one).

"Done admiring me?" she asks with a teasing grin, to which you reply "never".

She leans down again, kissing your face as she starts to trail them down till he arrives at the waistband of your underwear.

"Can I?" she asks again, "yes" you answer, already out of breath.

She takes your underwear off, her hands placed on your thighs as she leaves kisses everywhere.

You can definetly tell that she has a thing for kissing.

When she places a kiss right on your clit though, you let out a small moan.

She begins licking and sucking on it, making you grab her hair with your hands as your fingers curl deeper into her scalp, leaving a delicious burn.

She drags her tongue down as she circles your core, slowly entering it a little.

You let out more moans as you turn your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.

Her tongue feels so good when you realise that you are closer and closer to your climax.

"Jihyo- I think I'm gonna-"

"Let it out princess" she mumbles against your core, the vibrations of her voice stimulating you even more as you cum into her mouth.

She smiles at you as he sits up, watching you coming down from your high.

You smile back at him as your cheeks turn red again.

"Can I?" she asks, her fingers trailing down your soft skin as her nails scratch you a little.

You look at her hand, a few veins poking out, her fingers thin but long.

You look at her again, nodding.

You pulled her closer as she rubs your clit with her fingers, you suck in your breath as she slowly pushes them in, the little stretch burning in a way that makes you even hornier.

She slips them in completly, you let out a moan in response. She takes your hand with her free one as your fingers intertwine.

She starts to slowly thrust into you, kissing you again as her tongue explores your mouth.

"You're so tight baby.." she mumbles into your mouth.

You can't help but let out louder moans when she starts to speed up a little.

Her fingers drive you crazy, it feels like she is everywhere, you feel her everywhere in your body as she exits and enters you.

"P-please jihyo- faster" you moan out, and who would she be if she wouldn't listen to your wishes?

She speeds up her thrusts, kissing down your neck again as her hot breath hits your skin.

Your hand grips the pillow your hand is laying on, moaning against your arm as you can feel Jihyo curling her fingers.

She thrusts into you again before you moan loudly, cumming as your thighs close around her wrist, panting heavily as she lets herself fall onto the spot next to you.

You both stare at the ceiling, the only sounds the heavy breathing from you.

You move her hand to yours and intertwine your fingers. She moves her head to the side to look at you, smiling.

You think seeing her smiling is something you can never get enough of.

-

Idiots in love, thats how you two can be described.

The next few months were full of love. Kisses here, kisses there. It didn't even have to be sexual, no, it was always romantic, no matter what you did together.

After a few months, she gave you a ring.

"One day I'll buy you an expensive, real diamond ring and ask you to marry me," she said, and since then you've both worn the matching rings without taking them off once.

If only it had stayed that way.

It's late at night, you're lying in bed reading a book when you get a message.

"I love you,

I'm sorry" - from Jihyo.

You sit up and stare at your cell phone.

"What's wrong?" you type and send the message, she replies,

"I can't take it anymore"

She can't take it anymore?

You feel a twinge in your head as you suddenly realize something.

It's too similar to Dahyun's goodbye.

"I can't live in this world anymore" she wrote in her text.

You look at her location, and without hesitation you walk, no - storm out of your apartment and run to her.

She's not far away, a bridge situated over a river only 5 minutes away, and you think you've never been so grateful for anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to see anything while your clothes get wetter and wetter, the rain completly drenches you.

Again it feels like a cliché love drama.

Only maybe this time you have the chance to have a happy ending.

Your legs are burning from all the running as you arrive on the bridge.

"Jihyo!" you shout, the rain pattering loudly on the asphalt, forcing you to shout even louder for her.

Her bike is right next to her, one leg over the railing, her hands gripping it tightly, as if she's...

Scared?

"Y/n?" she answers, her voice low and shaky.

"Please..." you say as you walk slowly towards her.

She doesn't stop you when you take her hand in yours.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, she looks at you as a tear runs down her cheek.

"I-... I didn't want you to worry. I thought this feeling would go away if I didn't talk to anyone about it," she says.

Whether your face is wet from the rain or your tears, you don't know.

"Believe me, you have to talk to me, then it will get better," you say.

Her face comes closer to yours and, without answering, she kisses you.

You kiss her back, try to grab her so you can hold her closer - but she lets go.

Completely.

You slowly open your eyes, afraid of what you will see - but you see nothing.

No one.

The rain completely overwhelms you.

"No..." you whisper, looking down on the floor and picking up something shiny.

Her ring.

You look out over the railing and see the water turning slightly red.

It feels like you're trapped in a vicious circle, like you'll never find peace again.

You are trapped, with no way out.

-

While other people find the rain soothing, you find it to be more like torture.

While other people would stay indoors in weather like this, you're outside again.

Again in front of a grave.

But this time it's Jihyo's.

Everything feels too similar and you hate it more than anything.

"It's not your fault" is a sentence you started to hate.

You hoped so much that you would never have to hear or read it again.

"Why didn't you talk to me..." you whisper, as if she could hear you.

Your hand clutches the letter, it slowly getting soaked by the rain.

You don't dare to move.

"You knew what happened..."

All time does is passing -

"Why did you hide it from me..." Your voice is full of despair.

And all you ever do is grieve.

"Life without you is no way to live" the white flower falls on his grave -

just like her ring,

engraved with your name.

She helped you recover from Dahyun's death.

You just wish you wouldn't have to recover over her death alone now.

In another universe, you've seemed to found your place in Jihyo's arms.

In this universe, you're left alone,

again.

[tiny-pretty-sana]

twice reactions when they can’t kiss s/o because of a teeth removal | headcanons

[request]

nayeon

her first reaction is whining but it’s exactly what you were expecting. for a moment she doubts that you are being serious, but as soon as she realizes it is not a joke she asks you if the tooth bothers you and offers to go with you. 

she admits not knowing if she’ll be able to last for a whole month without kissing you and tells you you will probably have a hard time given how pretty she is. 

you honestly didn't trust the girl who barely drinks water and carries tea bags in her pockets to take care of you, but she exceeds your expectations (positively). when you returned home she wouldn’t let you do anything and for the first few days she treated you as if you had had major surgery.

she also teases you, jokes and compares you to so many memes or cartoon characters. she took a few videos of you struggling to move your face due to the anesthesia. 

turns out she was right and it has been more difficult for you to resist. she has so much self control and you can tell she is about to kiss you so many times but stops herself and pecks your lips or kisses you somewhere else. when she kisses your neck you doubt it is the best decision since it just makes things a bit harder.

jeongyeon

you don’t need to tell her because she is the one who drove you to your dentist appointment and offered to get in with you instead of being in the waiting room. she also goes with you the day of the procedure.

she doesn’t like the idea of not kissing you but she assures you she will make sure you heal properly.

you know that you’re in good hands and just as you expected she takes good care of you. she reminds you to take your medicines and cooks things you can eat but she won’t miss the opportunity to tease you.

she laughs when you speak and look weird because of the anesthesia and also when your face is swollen just to immediately bring you some ice, your medicine and apologizes.

when it comes to not kissing you she brags about how bad you’re gonna do but after the first week she gets frustrated every time she’s going to kiss you and has to change the placement or give you the softest peck on the lips.

momo

you can tell she’s a bit confused again when you threw the news at her but she remembered that you had gone to the dentist. she’s more concerned about what they’re going to do in your mouth than about the kiss thing and just make a little pout. 

she promises to be good and proceeds to ask you if you would still love her if she accidentally kisses you. 

she takes good care of you. she gets you some drinks so you can have something nice to drink since you can’t eat snacks. she also makes sure boo and dobby don’t get too excited or playful  near your face and goes after all of you to make sure they won’t do anything that might hurt you. 

she cooks delicious food that you can eat but every time you two eat together she looks at you and looks so guilty with her solid food. she always ends up offering but then she feels guilty because she knows you can’t. 

she can’t help it, she needs to kiss you and she gets a bit needy. she wouldn't leave your neck and look at your lips at all times. she already has a tendency to get distracted when you talk, but at least she kept staring at you. now you could see every time her eyes were constantly drawn to your lips.  

sana

when she first heard “we can’t kiss for a month” she started pouting and her eyes got glazed before you could even finish the sentence. she felt relieved when you explained to her about your tooth because she thought you didn’t like her anymore. 

you both just know she will really struggle and she even apologizes in advance but promises she’ll do her best. 

she took really good care of you and babied you the first few days. she's careful when she gets close to you not to hit you, but the truth is she's hit you a couple of times accidentally. it's fine and she hasn't really hurt you, but everytime she apologizes, brings you ice and asks you if you need medication for the pain.   

she gave you a plushie and some flowers after the operation for behaving well and being strong. when the recovery process is over, she takes you out to dinner at an expensive restaurant.

this is torture for both of you. sana literally thrives on skinship, displays of affection and kisses, so she makes up for the lack of kissing with other ways of showing affection. she holds your hand constantly, caresses you, sits you on her lap, gives you kisses everywhere possible and basically can't keep her hands off you.

jihyo

she is reasonable and reacts just as you expected. she asks you if it is something serious, about the procedure, when the appointment is and offers to accompany you. you can see from her face that she is planning everything but her little pout when you tell her about kissing doesn't go unnoticed.

she promises she won’t kiss you for the whole month and makes you promise you’ll be responsible again. she ends up turning it into a competition of who will last for longer.  

she doesn't play when it comes to your care, she is determined. she not only buys your medications and makes sure you take them every day at the same time, but she also showers you in love as if you've gone through some major surgery. 

she struggles from time to time but stops herself and you aren’t sure if it’s because of how much she cares about you or if it’s just her competitive spirit. you even start doubting if she might be a bit too much into eating because she’s always trying new ways to tease you and tempt you.  

when the last day is close she tries to suggest that you extend it until one of you surrenders and you have to cut her off by kissing her deeply.

mina

she asks you about the details when you tell her about the procedure and you see a little frown when you mention the no kissing part and just says a soft and little ‘okay’.

you apologize for the situation and she stops you. she says you shouldn't apologize for something like that and promises to follow the dentist's instructions, not before adding 'don't worry we'll find a solution' as she looks at you amused when you blush. 

it doesn’t require a lot of care, but you can't help but notice the little things she does like asking you if you've been drinking, handing you your medicines and the restocked drinks in the fridge after she’s been out. 

you stay at home for a few days since you don't feel very well and you don't want to go out with a swollen face. she assures you that you still look pretty, but she doesn't insist too much because she has the perfect excuse to spend some quiet days at home with you playing videogames and she invites you to build a lego set with her. 

she misses kisses as much as you do but it doesn't take her long to find a solution and kiss your neck instead. it’s definitely a good option until an innocent kiss turns into licking, sucking and biting. she is the one driving you crazy, you need her.

dahyun

she complains and she’s a bit overdramatic but knowing her it’s all teatrics in an attempt to make you feel better and make you laugh

you are the one that has to bring up the kissing thing. she has a habit of not expressing how she feels, so you ask her what she thinks about it. as it usually happens her answer is not direct so you have to insist a bit until she tells you that of course she will be fine, but admits that she will miss kissing you.

she is not very obvious in her care because she doesn't want to bother you, but at every meal she asks you if you have taken your medications and if she doesn't see you with something to drink nearby she puts a glass of water or something you feel like. 

although she's a bit more serious in private than in public, that hasn't stopped her from composing little songs about your tooth extraction or some of the incoherent things you said when you were still under anesthesia. some of them are really catchy. 

she behaves good and gives you little cheek kisses (on the good side), neck kisses, nose kisses, shoulder kisses and forehead kisses when she can reach you. she’s so sweet and even suggests you wait a few more days but you end up kissing her desperately.

chaeyoung

when you tell her she pouts and whines, you can’t help but call her ‘cute’ and her response was to pout and whine even more cutely, which makes both of you lose focus for a moment. 

you both promise to behave, but after that kiss and before the day of the procedure you don't take your hands off each other and you don't stop making out at every chance you have. 

she knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself and taking your meds, so she makes sure to remind you that you look nice, ask if you are feeling better and give you lots of love. it's not complicated or painful, but it's incredibly annoying and she knows when you're not in the best mood.

she makes you a little letter with drawings and telling you really nice things, she usually writes you letters but that she made you one for a small dental procedure just melts your heart. 

with her generally calm and easy-going personality you were more concerned about how you were going to handle it. that's why her reaction surprises you as it's the first time you've seen her frustrated and in a bad mood, but she looks hot like this, which makes the situation worse for both of you.

tzuyu

she barely pays attention to the no kissing rule because she’s more focused on the medical part of your news but when she solves all her doubts she asks you about the kisses again and later looks it up on the internet because it makes her curious. you didn’t know but she gave you her phone to search for something and saw it by accident. 

she tells you that she is fine and makes a somewhat offended comment because she interprets that you think she can't control herself. ‘you know you're the one who won't stop kissing me, right?’. 

she goes with you and asks your dentist a few questions about the healing process and the things you can and can’t do during this month. 

she usually makes you bread, but since you can't eat solid food for a while, she learns to make different teas and other drinks. 

she deals with not kissing you pretty well the first few weeks. when she wants to kiss you she just kisses you on the forehead instead which is pretty convenient given the height difference. however, the last week she gets really grumpy and in a bad mood, but when you offer to kiss her a few days before it was recommended she sighs and refuses because she just wants the best for you.

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Game of Nine - Part 2

OCX MOMO X JIHYO

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Kiho leaned back with a confident smirk, his eyes taking in the sight of Momo sprawled beside Jihyo. Momo's barely-there denim skirt was the color of faded twilight, clinging to her sculpted thighs like a second skin, each movement threatening to reveal the delicate curve where her leg met her hip. Above it, a tight, neon pink crop top stretched across her perky breasts, the thin fabric accentuating every breath she took, her toned midriff a tempting strip of smooth skin. One slender leg was drawn up, revealing the smooth curve of her calf, while the other dangled, her playful energy barely contained.

Jihyo, still slightly breathless, sat with a nervous energy radiating off her. She wore ripped black shorts that barely skimmed her thighs, the frayed edges hinting at the softness beneath. Her white, off-the-shoulder top had slipped slightly, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and a hint of the lacy bra underneath. A faint sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead, and she kept touching her neck, a subtle sign of her heightened state.

Kiho's "accidental" brush against Momo's thigh was anything but. His fingers, though chubby, possessed a surprising dexterity as they grazed the sensitive inner skin, making Momo’s breath hitch. A low moan escaped her lips, quickly masked by a feigned cough, her eyes darting nervously towards Jihyo. A delicious warmth spread through her core, making her thighs clench involuntarily, and she subtly shifted, wanting more of that forbidden touch.

Meanwhile, Kiho’s other hand had found its way to Jihyo's bare leg. His touch was feather-light at first, tracing the line of her hamstring, sending shivers of anticipation racing up her spine. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to press her legs together, the moistness between her thighs intensifying with each passing second. She risked a glance at Momo, whose eyes seemed a little too knowing, a flicker of fear mixing with the undeniable arousal building within her.

Stretching his arm languidly behind Momo, Kiho’s fingers danced just above the exposed skin of her lower back. Momo shivered, a more pronounced reaction this time, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her top. She leaned back almost imperceptibly, pressing against his hand, a silent plea for him to deepen the touch. The small of her back ached with a building pressure, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, the image of Kiho’s hand lower on her body flashing in her mind.

Kiho, enjoying their subtle reactions immensely, knew Choi Hyuk’s eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. He could practically feel the other man’s frustration radiating from the front seat. With a deliberate slowness, he let his hand rest on Jihyo’s waist as she leaned against him. His thumb began tracing slow, sensual circles just above the waistband of her shorts, occasionally dipping lower, sending jolts of pure electricity through her. Jihyo’s hand instinctively covered his, ostensibly to stop him, but her grip was weak, her fingers almost caressing his. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, and a soft whimper escaped her lips as Kiho’s thumb brushed against the edge of her underwear.

Meeting Choi Hyuk's gaze in the mirror, Kiho offered a slow, deliberate wink, a smug expression plastered across his face. He then leaned in closer to Jihyo, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and lean further into him, her breast now firmly pressed against his arm. He subtly moved his hand higher on her waist, his fingers now just beneath the hem of her top, sending a clear, taunting message to the helpless figure in the front seat

His hand on Jihyo’s waist slipped lower, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic of her shorts. Jihyo gasped Kiho’s touch grew bolder, his smug gaze flicking to the rearview mirror, catching Choi Hyuk’s intense stare. He held the other man’s gaze for a lingering moment, a silent challenge in his eyes, before turning his full attention back to the two women beside him.

His fingers delved deeper into Jihyo’s wetness, the slick heat enveloping him completely. Her breath hitched audibly, but she clamped her lips shut, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the seat. Her body trembled violently, her hips wanting to buck against his hand, but she fought to keep her movements minimal, her eyes darting towards Momo with a frantic fear. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, every stroke sending searing waves of sensation through her, but the risk of Momo finding out was a tight band around her chest, forcing her sounds back into her throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the effort of suppressing her moans making her face flush a deep crimson.

Simultaneously, Kiho’s other hand continued its tantalizing assault on Momo’s nipple. He pinched and rolled the sensitive nub through the thin fabric, his thumb adding a friction that sent sharp, electric jolts through her body. Momo’s breath caught in her throat, her back arching slightly as she fought to stifle a moan. She pressed her lips together so tightly they turned white, her teeth gritting against the overwhelming pleasure. A sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead as her body throbbed with an insistent ache. She squeezed Kiho’s arm, her nails digging into his skin, a silent plea for him to continue, even as she stole glances at Jihyo, whose labored breathing was becoming increasingly noticeable. The fear of Jihyo realizing what was happening warred with the intoxicating sensations Kiho was so expertly eliciting.

Kiho, relishing their desperate attempts at silence, increased the tempo of his ministrations. His finger inside Jihyo moved with a deliberate rhythm, pressing against her swollen clitoris with each stroke. Jihyo’s body was a taut wire, every muscle clenched as she fought to contain the building pressure. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, instantly muffled by her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced at Momo.

Momo, in turn, was finding it increasingly difficult to remain silent. Kiho’s relentless teasing of her nipple was driving her to the brink. A low whimper bubbled up from her chest, but she swallowed it down, her face contorting in a silent scream of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed together, the friction against her damp underwear intensifying the ache in her core. She shifted subtly, trying to alleviate the pressure, but Kiho seemed to anticipate her every move, his fingers expertly finding the most sensitive spots, sending another wave of intense sensation crashing through her.

Choi Hyuk remained transfixed in the rearview mirror, a helpless voyeur to the intensely intimate scene unfolding behind him. Kiho’s smug expression and the blatant nature of his actions were a taunt, a reminder of Choi Hyuk’s inability to intervene. Yet, despite the frustration, his own arousal was undeniable. The sight of the two women, their faces contorted in silent ecstasy, their bodies trembling with suppressed desire, was a powerful aphrodisiac. His cock throbbed against the confines of his pants, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he witnessed their silent struggle against the tide of their rising pleasure.

Kiho leaned back with a seemingly casual stretch, his body subtly shifting, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against Momo’s side. With a gentle hand, he took Momo’s hand, which was resting on her lap, and casually placed it over the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Momo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, a hesitant curiosity flickering across her face. She glanced at Jihyo, whose eyes remained peacefully closed, her expression serene, completely lost in her own thoughts.

Momo’s fingers tentatively brushed against the hardness beneath the denim, a slight thrill tingling through her fingertips. She began to gently rub her hand against him, her movements cautious and exploratory. A subtle heat radiated from his groin, and she could feel the way he tensed slightly beneath her touch. A small, secret smile touched her lips, a sense of playful intrigue filling her.

While Momo's hand explored his erection, Kiho's other hand, initially resting innocently beside her, subtly moved higher, his fingertips now grazing the side of her breast through her thin crop top. He paused there for a moment, letting his knuckles lightly brush against the curve, teasing her with the anticipation. Momo’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, her fingers momentarily faltering on his jeans as a different kind of awareness sparked within her. She glanced quickly at Jihyo, who remained still, and then back at Kiho, a question in her eyes.

Kiho offered a small, innocent smile and then, with a swift, subtle movement, his fingers flicked the tip of her nipple through the fabric. Momo gasped softly, an unexpected jolt of sensation shooting through her. Her nipple instantly hardened, pressing against his finger. She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. The sensation was undeniably pleasurable, yet the surreptitious nature of it added an extra layer of excitement. Her hand on his jeans tightened almost involuntarily.

Meanwhile, Jihyo remained still, her head resting against the window, her breathing soft and even. Unbeknownst to Momo, Kiho's other hand had subtly slipped beneath the hem of Jihyo's shorts. His fingers traced a delicate path along her inner thigh, the bare skin smooth and warm beneath his touch. Jihyo stirred slightly, a faint sigh escaping her lips, but she didn't open her eyes, seemingly lost in a pleasant drift. Kiho’s fingers then found the delicate folds between her legs. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped Jihyo's lips, quickly suppressed, her body subtly shifting as an unexpected wave of sensation washed over her. She remained with her eyes closed, attributing the feeling to her own thoughts.

Kiho, enjoying Momo's reaction, now began to gently knead her nipple through her top, his thumb rubbing small, tantalizing circles. Momo’s eyes fluttered slightly, and she leaned back almost imperceptibly, a silent invitation for him to continue. Her hand on his jeans picked up its rhythm again, a secret dance of pleasure unfolding between them. While Momo’s attention was subtly drawn to the sensations Kiho was creating on her breast, his other hand continued its undetected exploration between Jihyo’s legs, bringing her closer to a silent awakening of pleasure.

Jihyo’s breath hitched again, a small, desperate sound that she immediately swallowed, her throat tightening with the effort. Kiho’s fingers within her were relentless, his strokes deepening, finding a rhythm that sent pulsating waves of heat through her core. A low thrum started in her belly, spreading outwards, making her thighs clench and unclench rhythmically against his hand. Her head lolled further against the window, a fine tremor running through her entire frame. She imagined his fingers were something more, something harder and deeper, and the fantasy intensified the exquisite torment. The pressure built behind her closed eyelids, and she squeezed them tighter, willing herself not to make a sound that would betray the raw pleasure consuming her. Every nerve ending in her body felt acutely sensitive, focused solely on the rhythmic friction that was edging her closer and closer to the precipice.

Kiho’s breath was warm against Momo’s ear as he whispered his command, the intimacy of the moment sending a shiver down her spine. A playful, almost wicked grin touched her lips as she discreetly unfastened his jeans. The release of the zipper was a soft, almost imperceptible sound in the quiet RV. Her fingers brushed against the coarse fabric of his briefs, and then, hesitantly, she reached inside. The sheer size of his erection surprised her; it was thick and heavy, straining against the cotton. A blush deepened on her cheeks as she fully enclosed her hand around him, feeling the throbbing pulse beneath her fingers. It was hot, almost feverish, and undeniably alive in her grasp. She risked another quick glance at Jihyo, who was now making small, almost imperceptible movements against the seat, her silent struggle with pleasure evident. Momo’s own excitement surged at the forbidden act.

With a newfound boldness, Momo began to stroke Kiho, her hand moving up and down his thick shaft. She explored its length, feeling the smooth skin and the prominent vein that ran along its underside. His answering groan was low and guttural, vibrating against her ear as he leaned closer. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch. The head of his cock, thick and rounded, pressed against her palm, and she gently squeezed, eliciting another, slightly louder groan from him. She savored the power she held in that moment, the secret intimacy shared only between them.

Choi Hyuk’s knuckles were now stark white against the black leather of the steering wheel. He stared intently at the rearview mirror, his breath shallow and ragged. The subtle movements of Jihyo’s body were a torment, each tiny shift a reminder of the pleasure she was silently experiencing, pleasure he wasn't giving her. Then his gaze dropped to Kiho’s lap, and he saw Momo’s hand moving with a clear, deliberate rhythm. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. The sight of Momo so intimately touching Kiho, while Jihyo was clearly being pleasured too, was a brutal assault on his senses. A wave of intense jealousy, so potent it was almost physical, washed over him, yet beneath it, a shameful arousal continued to simmer. He was trapped, an unwilling voyeur in a scene that both repulsed and fascinated him.

Kiho’s eyes were half-closed, with a look of pure, smug satisfaction. Momo’s hand was surprisingly skilled, her strokes growing more confident, the friction creating a delicious heat. He could feel his cock swelling even further in her grasp. And then there was Jihyo, her body practically vibrating with suppressed pleasure beneath his other hand. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles, the slickness coating his fingers, and he knew she was right on the edge, if not already over. The thought of having these two stunning women, idols adored by millions, so completely under his control, experiencing such raw, uninhibited pleasure at his hands – and without the other knowing – filled him with an almost godlike sense of power. He subtly increased the pressure and rhythm of his fingers inside Jihyo, even as he leaned into Momo, whispering words of encouragement that made her strokes on his engorged cock grow even more frantic.

Jihyo’s breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, each one a near-soundless shudder. Kiho’s fingers inside her were relentless, his strokes deepening, finding a rhythm that sent pulsating waves of heat through her core. One finger pressed firmly against her swollen clitoris with each stroke, sending jolts of pure sensation through her. Her hips involuntarily arched off the seat, wanting to meet his touch, but she fought to control the movement, her hands gripping the worn leather beneath her with a desperate intensity.

A low whimper threatened to escape her lips, and she clenched her jaw, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Tears welled in her eyes behind her closed lids, a mixture of the overwhelming pleasure and the sheer effort of remaining silent. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The pressure built behind her closed eyelids, and she squeezed them tighter, willing herself not to make a sound that would betray the raw pleasure consuming her. Every nerve ending in her body felt acutely sensitive, focused solely on the rhythmic friction that was edging her closer and closer to the precipice.

Meanwhile, Kiho, his smirk widening with each silent spasm from Jihyo, shifted his other hand from where it had been teasing Momo's nipple down to his own throbbing cock. His fingers slid through the slick precum that had gathered at the tip, the clear, viscous fluid coating his fingertips. He watched Momo’s hand still working its magic on his shaft, and then, with a deliberate motion, he brought his pre-lubricated fingers towards her face.

Momo, her eyes half-lidded with the pleasure of stroking Kiho, watched his hand approach. A curious anticipation flickered in her gaze. When his fingers, glistening with his own precum, brushed against her lips, her eyes widened slightly. Kiho’s intention was clear. With a soft sigh, she opened her mouth and gently took his fingers in, her lips closing around them.

A wave of pure sensation washed over Momo as she sucked on Kiho’s slick fingers. The taste was faintly salty, musky, and undeniably arousing. She ran her tongue along his fingertips, savoring the intimacy of the act. Her joy was evident in the way her eyes sparkled and the small, pleased sounds she made against his skin as she thoroughly licked his fingers clean, her gaze locking with Kiho’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Her hand on his cock continued its rhythmic strokes, now imbued with a renewed sense of playful dominance.

Choi Hyuk watched it all unfold in the rearview mirror, his jaw tight and a muscle twitching in his cheek. The sight of Momo so intimately sucking Kiho’s precum-covered fingers while Jihyo was clearly on the verge of orgasm sent a searing wave of jealousy coursing through him. His hands clenched on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He was trapped, forced to witness this blatant display of intimacy, his own body hardening in a painful mix of frustration and unwilling arousal. The sounds of the RV engine seemed to amplify the charged silence of the scene behind him, a silence punctuated only by the soft, barely audible gasps of the two women being pleasured by the man beside them.

From his vantage point in the driver's seat, the rearview mirror became a window into a world of blatant desire and his own torment. Jihyo’s soft whimpers had escalated into near-silent shudders, her body arching and trembling with a pleasure he desperately wished he could be giving her. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached, a knot of frustration tightening in his chest as he watched her head lol back against the seat, the unmistakable signs of a powerful orgasm washing over her. Her face, usually so bright and cheerful, was now contorted in a mask of pure, raw ecstasy, and he could only imagine the feeling of Kiho’s fingers working their magic between her thighs.

Then, his gaze shifted to Momo, and the sight that greeted him was like a punch to the gut. Kiho’s hand, which had been subtly teasing her, was now moving with a frantic energy, his body going rigid with the unmistakable tension of a man about to come. And then it happened. A visible spasm ran through Kiho, and thick, white ropes of his semen erupted onto Momo’s waiting hand. Loads of it. The sight of his thick, pulsating ejaculate coating her palm sent a searing wave of jealousy through him, so intense it was almost a physical pain.

But the real twist of the knife came next. Without a moment's hesitation, Momo brought her hand to her mouth, her lips closing around his ejaculate with a shameless delight that both disgusted and, against his will, aroused him. He watched, his jaw clenched, as her tongue swirled around her palm, lapping up Kiho’s spunk with an almost sensual reverence. A low, appreciative noise escaped her throat, and her eyes, locking with Kiho’s in the mirror, held a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

His own cock throbbed against the confines of his jeans, a painful reminder of his helplessness. He was trapped, forced to witness this incredibly intimate and explicit scene, the two women he desired being pleasured by another man. The sounds of the RV engine seemed to mock him, a constant hum against the backdrop of their barely contained moans and gasps. The image of Kiho’s smug face in the mirror, coupled with the sight of Momo so enthusiastically consuming his seed while Jihyo was still trembling from her climax, burned into his mind. It was a potent cocktail of frustration, envy, and a twisted, unwanted arousal, leaving him simmering with a jealousy that felt like it would consume him from the inside out.

Kiho, a knowing glint in his eyes, leaned towards Jihyo first, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered a few low words. Even though Choi Hyuk couldn’t hear the specifics, the tone alone was enough to send another wave of heat through the already charged atmosphere in the RV. Jihyo’s eyes, still slightly glazed from her recent climax, widened almost imperceptibly. A faint blush, deeper than before, bloomed across her cheeks, and she darted a quick, furtive glance at Momo.

Then, Kiho turned his attention to Momo, leaning in to whisper the same or similar words, the movement bringing his face close to hers, their lips almost touching. Momo’s reaction was more overt. A sly smile spread across her face, a look of mischievous excitement dancing in her eyes. She also glanced at Jihyo, her expression carefully neutral.

What happened next unfolded with a silent, almost comical secrecy. Jihyo, still feigning sleep, subtly shifted her position, her hand disappearing for a moment beneath the hem of her ripped shorts. Choi Hyuk, watching intently in the mirror, saw her fingers working discreetly. A moment later, her hand reappeared, clutched around a small, black lace garment. With a swift, almost imperceptible movement, she extended her hand behind her, placing the folded panties into Kiho's waiting palm, all while keeping her eyes closed and her breathing steady, as if still lost in slumber.

Momo, in the meantime, was executing her own covert operation. Under the guise of adjusting her denim skirt, her hand dipped beneath the fabric. Choi Hyuk watched, his surprise growing, as she too, with a practiced stealth, retrieved a tiny piece of bright pink fabric. Her movements were fluid and discreet, ensuring Jihyo, still seemingly asleep, wouldn't notice. With a playful flick of her wrist, she too reached behind her, pressing her folded panties into Kiho's other hand.

Kiho, now holding the intimate garments of both women, couldn’t suppress a triumphant smirk that flashed in the rearview mirror before he quickly masked it. His eyes gleamed with a possessive thrill as he looked down at the small pieces of fabric, imagining them still clinging to the most intimate parts of these two desirable women. Choi Hyuk stared, a mixture of shock and intense jealousy churning within him. The blatant sexuality of the act, the willing participation of Momo and Jihyo in this secret exchange, even after their earlier intimacies, left him reeling with a potent combination of frustration and unwilling arousal. He could only guess at the seductive words Kiho had whispered to elicit such a bold and intimate response. The atmosphere in the RV had thickened even further, charged with the unspoken desires and secret games being played out just behind him.

In the bustling parking lot, as they gathered their belongings from the back of the RV, Kiho’s earlier boldness seemed to recede slightly, replaced by a playful sneakiness. He waited for a moment when Jihyo’s attention was momentarily turned, as she bent down to retrieve her bag, the tight fabric of her shorts stretching across her rounded ass, and then he leaned in close to Momo, his hand brushing against the curve of her buttock in a brief, suggestive touch. Momo’s eyes flickered down to his hand, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leaned in slightly, whispering something in his ear, her gaze darting towards Jihyo to ensure her friend hadn't noticed his fleeting caress of her backside. Her cropped top shifted with the movement, briefly revealing the shadowed cleavage of her perky boobs.

A few minutes later, as Momo was distracted by a phone call, her back turned towards Jihyo and Kiho, her shapely ass clearly outlined in her denim skirt, Kiho seized another opportunity. He casually stepped closer to Jihyo, offering to carry her bag. As he took it from her hand, his fingers lingered on hers for a moment longer than necessary, his thumb gently stroking her skin before briefly brushing the side of her breast as he took the strap. Jihyo’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she looked around quickly to ensure Momo was still engrossed in her call. She offered Kiho a small, shy smile, a silent acknowledgment of his subtle flirtation that included the fleeting contact with her soft boobs.

Throughout the process of unloading and saying their goodbyes, Kiho continued these small, furtive gestures. A lingering glance that traced the curve of Momo’s exposed leg and then flicked upwards to linger on the way her crop top hugged her firm boobs when Jihyo was speaking to someone else, a playful wink directed at Jihyo accompanied by a quick glance that lingered on her chest before flicking back to her eyes, all while Momo was busy retrieving something from the RV. Each interaction was brief and subtle, carefully timed to avoid detection by the other woman, a continuation of their secret game from the RV. Both Momo and Jihyo seemed to enjoy the thrill of these clandestine exchanges, their smiles a little brighter, their eyes holding a hidden spark whenever Kiho directed his attention solely at their bodies, even for just a fleeting moment. Choi Hyuk, still lingering nearby, observed these subtle interactions with a growing sense of being an outsider, a silent witness to a dynamic he was clearly not a part of.

As Jihyo and Momo disappeared into the entrance of their dorm building, turning back only to offer Kiho bright, knowing smiles that held a secret Choi Hyuk could only guess at, Kiho turned to Choi Hyuk. A wide, triumphant grin, bordering on a leer, split his face. He let out a low chuckle, a sound that dripped with smug satisfaction, shaking his head slowly as if in disbelief at his own success. His eyes, gleaming with a predatory conquest, lingered on Choi Hyuk's tight-lipped silence, clearly relishing the other man's seething frustration. Choi Hyuk could only stand there, his jaw clenched so tight his temples throbbed, his fists balled at his sides, the humiliation and jealousy a bitter taste in his mouth, rendering him utterly speechless.

But just as Kiho’s laughter started to fade, replaced by a self-satisfied smirk, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the screen lighting up with a notification. Kiho glanced down, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, a new, even more smug expression quickly eclipsing his earlier amusement. Choi Hyuk, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the suddenly illuminated screen, felt his own eyes nearly pop out of his head.

The message banner at the top of Kiho's screen read: "Nayeon ❤️". And the image that followed in the full view was breathtakingly, outrageously explicit. It was a close-up shot, clearly taken by Nayeon herself, likely just moments before sending it. The camera angle started just below her exquisitely defined collarbone, plunging downwards to capture the entirety of her bare breasts in glorious detail. Her skin was flawless, a soft, creamy expanse that seemed to glow in the phone's light. Her ample, perfectly shaped boobs were pushed together, creating a deep, shadowed valley of cleavage that seemed to beckon. The rosy areolas were prominent and highly sensitive, the nipples erect and hard, jutting out invitingly, clearly aroused. Her hands were visible only at the very edges of the frame, her fingertips barely ghosting the sides of her breasts, as if she had teasingly held them there just before snapping the picture, showcasing their fullness and perfect perkiness. The lighting was such that it highlighted every curve and contour, the image practically radiating a raw, unadulterated sexuality that made Choi Hyuk’s breath catch in his throat. His earlier frustration was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a stunned disbelief and an almost unbearable wave of envy directed squarely at the smirking Kiho holding the phone.

[misahyochaeng]

“Blurred Lines”

Jihyo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7-(?)

Other chapters:

tw: angst, arguments, fluff, mentions of “cheating”, ceo!jihyo, model!reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, suggestive topics, abuse of alcohol. honorable mentions of 2yeon + tzuyu !!

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The air outside was thick with the weight of the evening as you pulled into the driveway. The soft hum of your car’s engine faded into silence as your eyes locked on the unfamiliar vehicle parked next to Jihyo’s. A wave of unease washed over you, your grip on the steering wheel tightening as you stared at the car.

For a moment, you debated turning around, leaving whatever awaited you behind that front door. But you shook the thought off, stepping out into the dim light of dusk. As you approached the house, the door swung open, and your heart dropped.

There she was—Sana.

Her sharp gaze immediately found yours, her perfect smile faltering ever so slightly before it shifted into something polite yet condescending. She lingered in the doorway, adjusting the collar of her coat as though she had all the time in the world. “Oh, look who decided to show up,” she said lightly, her tone dripping with false warmth.

You crossed your arms, forcing your voice to remain steady. “I live here.” Sana’s eyes glinted with something almost predatory. “Do you?” she murmured, taking a slow step forward.

You didn’t reply, but the way her lips curved upward sent a chill down your spine. She adjusted her hair, and that’s when you noticed it—a faint purple mark just below her ear.

Your blood ran cold.

Sana noticed your gaze lingering and tilted her head slightly, her smile widening. “Oh, this?” she asked, feigning innocence as her fingers brushed the mark. “Long night, you know how it is.”

Her tone was casual, but the pit in your stomach deepened. “What are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice sharper now.

Sana’s brow arched. “Helping Jihyo, of course,” she replied with a sweetness that felt like poison. She leaned in just slightly, lowering her voice as though sharing a secret. “She’s been through a lot lately… feeling so lost, so alone. Someone had to be there for her.” Your jaw clenched, anger bubbling beneath your skin.

Sana straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. “Sometimes, people need a little… nudge to see what’s right for them. You wouldn’t understand, though. It’s fine.” Her words stung, though you couldn’t fully grasp why. She flashed one last smile, her gaze lingering on you with a victorious edge before she stepped past you toward her car.

“Take care, Y/N,” she said over her shoulder, her voice light but tinged with something darker. “Not everything can stay together, you know, with a simple touch it can break apart.”

You stood frozen in place, her words echoing in your mind. You didn’t fully understand what she meant, but something about the way she said it made your stomach churn. Inside, the house was quiet, save for the faint sound of music playing from the living room. You followed the sound, your steps hesitant as you braced yourself for what you might find.

Jihyo was sprawled on the couch, a glass of wine dangling precariously from her fingers. Her hair was messy, her lipstick smeared, and her blouse hung loosely off one shoulder, exposing a faint mark on her collarbone and around her cleavage.

The sight made your chest tighten. “Jihyo?” you called softly. She stirred at the sound of your voice, her head rolling to the side as her bleary eyes focused on you. A drunken smile tugged at her lips. “Sana,” she slurred, her voice thick and slow. “I thought you left.” Your breath hitched.

“Jihyo, it’s me,” you said firmly, staying rooted to the spot. Her smile faded slightly, her expression confused. “What are you doing back?” she mumbled, her words slurring together. “I… I thought you didn’t want to be here anymore.”

“I never said that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jihyo let out a soft whine, setting her glass down on the table with a shaky hand. “You’re always so mad at me,” she murmured, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I know you said… said that maybe I should forget Y/N, but….” Her breath hitched as she held back tears.

Your heart sank at her words. “I’m not Sana,” you repeated, but Jihyo didn’t seem to hear you. Her hand reached out, brushing against your arm as she pulled you closer. “You said this would make me feel better,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But it doesn’t. It doesn’t work. Having sex with you doesn’t work, Sana. Not anymore.”

You froze as she leaned forward, her lips ghosting over your neck. “Jihyo, stop,” you said, your voice trembling, but she didn’t listen. “Sana, baby, don’t leave again,” she murmured, her tone desperate.

The word made your stomach churn, and you pushed her away gently but firmly. “Jihyo, stop it!” you snapped, taking a step back.

Her expression crumbled, confusion and hurt flashing across her face. “What did I do wrong this time?” she mumbled, her voice small and broken. “Why is it always wrong with you? You always lure me in just to push me away, Sha! I’m tired.” You didn’t have an answer. Without another word, you turned and walked toward your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You slid down the door, burying your face in your hands as your chest tightened with guilt and anger. You could still hear Jihyo softly crying in the living room, and it only made the ache in your heart worse.

You didn’t know what was happening to the two of you anymore, but for the first time, you wondered if you could ever fix it.

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The sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds as the sound of retching broke the morning’s fragile quiet. You stirred awake, your body sluggish with the weight and ache of emotions from the night before. At first, the sound seemed distant, like a bad dream, but as it persisted, you realized it was Jihyo. She was in the bathroom.

You felt sick to the stomach—not just from worry about her physical state but from the lingering doubt and unease. Memories from the night before flickered in your mind like a broken film reel. And Sana... You shook your head, unwilling to follow that thought to its conclusion.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you padded toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open cautiously. Jihyo was on the bathroom floor, hunched over the toilet, her body trembling as she heaved. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her damp skin, and her makeup was smeared across her cheeks like shadows of the previous night’s chaos.

You knelt down beside her without hesitation. Your hand hovered awkwardly before finally resting on her back, rubbing gentle circles. “Easy, Jihyo,” you murmured softly, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’re going to make yourself sick—well, sicker.”

At the sound of your voice, she jolted and turned her head, her bloodshot eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What the hell?” she croaked, her voice rough and weak. “It’s you?”

She tried to sit up, but the effort made her gag again, and she bent forward over the toilet. You didn’t move, quietly grabbing a damp washcloth and holding it out to her.

“Stop,” she mumbled groggily. “I’m disgusting.”

You scoffed, your attempt at levity hiding the sinking feeling in your chest. “You’re not disgusting. You’re hungover, there’s a difference. Besides, I’ve seen worse. I’m your wife, remember?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it. Jihyo turned her head slightly, her lips twitching into a faint, bitter smirk. “Oh, so you’re admitting it now?” You rolled your eyes, heat rushing to your face. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’d rather die.”

Despite her condition, Jihyo let out a breathy laugh, but the momentary lightness was short-lived. Her gaze dropped to your neck, and her expression darkened. “What’s that?” she asked sharply, her voice low but pointed.

You instinctively raised a hand to your neck, covering the faint mark she’d left the night before. “It’s nothing,” you muttered, but Jihyo’s piercing stare told you she wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, sure,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let me guess—Momo?” The accusation made your blood boil, and you shot to your feet. “What is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

Jihyo pushed herself up from the floor, bracing against the counter for balance. Her dark eyes glared into yours, and her tone turned sharper. “Because it’s obvious!” she shouted. “You’ve been staying with her, and now you’ve got that on your neck? What else am I supposed to think?”

Your fists clenched at your sides, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to play the victim here, Jihyo! You’re the one covered in marks! You’re the one who—” Her face froze, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came.

“You’re the one that did this, Jihyo,” you said, your voice quieter but no less heated. She faltered, her gaze darting away. “No... I didn’t...” she mumbled, barely audible.

“Didn’t what?” you pressed, leaning closer. She hesitated, then mumbled, “I didn’t give you that mark. I did it with San—” Her voice cut off abruptly, and her eyes widened, realizing too late what she’d just admitted.

“I know,” you said, your tone flat, but your chest burned. Jihyo’s eyes met yours, wide and panicked, but she didn’t try to explain herself. For the first time, she seemed at a loss for words.

“You’re the one who gave me these marks,” you continued, gesturing to your neck. “Last night, when you were too drunk to even realize who I was.” Her face crumpled, her hand reaching out toward you, but you stepped back. “I didn’t mean—”

“Save it,” you interrupted, your voice trembling with barely restrained hurt. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters, Jihyo. We’re not really together, remember?”

The weight of your words seemed to hit her like a punch, but you couldn’t bear to stay there any longer. You turned on your heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her standing there, stunned and silent.

Once you reached your room, you shut the door behind you, leaning against it as your legs gave out. You slid to the floor, your head resting against your knees as tears blurred your vision.

On the other side of the door, you could hear Jihyo’s muffled voice, her tone pleading and broken. But you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Every time you let yourself get close, she managed to rip you apart, and you didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

You pressed your palms against your face, trying to stifle your sobs. The marks on your neck felt like a brand, a cruel reminder of how tangled everything had become. But what haunted you most wasn’t just the pain—it was the part of you that still cared, that still wanted her, despite everything.

You shook your head, willing yourself to push those thoughts away. But as the quiet settled around you, you knew this wasn’t over. It was never over. Not with Jihyo. Not with Sana. Not with this mess you’d been dragged into.

After a good while, Jihyo walked in quietly, her heels clicking softly against the floor. You kept your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, even though your heartbeat picked up the moment you heard her enter. She paused, standing near the bed for a long moment, before the mattress dipped slightly as she sat down next to you.

You almost flinched when you felt her hand. It was tentative at first, brushing against your arm, then more deliberate as her fingers trailed to your shoulder. Her touch lingered like she wasn’t sure what she was allowed to do—or what she wanted to do.

For a moment, her fingers traced small circles on your shoulder, so gentle it made something in your chest tighten. Then, as if catching herself, she pulled away abruptly. You heard her shuffle around the room, footsteps heading out and back in again, something soft hitting the floor with each return. It sounded like... boxes? Bags? Your curiosity gnawed at you until you finally stirred, letting out an exaggerated yawn and stretching as though you’d just woken up.

Jihyo turned to face you, her face neutral but her sharp eyes taking you in like she was trying to read your thoughts. “Finally,” she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “The Sleeping Beauty awakens.” You grumbled, rubbing your eyes. “What are you even doing?”

She motioned toward the vanity, now cluttered with an array of hair and makeup tools. “We’re going out tonight.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Since when do we go out?”

“I’m going out,” she corrected, emphasizing the “I.” “But you’re coming with me.”

“Why?” you asked, wary.

She hesitated, glancing at the vanity as though it might give her an excuse. “We need to make a public appearance. Media optics, remember? People are starting to talk.” Her tone was clipped, almost defensive. Something in her demeanor made you narrow your eyes. “You could’ve just gone with Sana,” you said flatly, not even sure why you brought her up.

Jihyo froze for a second, then shrugged. “She hasn’t reached out since... the other night,” she admitted, her voice low. “Besides... I’d rather you come.” The last part was so quiet you weren’t sure if you’d heard it right. “Right,” you said, leaning back. “And you think I’m just going to—”

“Sit,” she interrupted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the vanity. You resisted at first but gave in, plopping down in the chair. She stepped in front of you, her fingers brushing your jaw as she inspected your face.

“Stay still,” she said, her voice softer now, almost like a plea.

Her hand moved to your cheek, a damp cotton pad in her fingers as she gently wiped your face clean. It wasn’t what you expected—her touch wasn’t harsh or rushed. It was deliberate, careful. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, noticing how her usual rigid posture had softened, her movements fluid and unguarded for once.

She leaned in closer, her perfume faint but intoxicating. “You’ve got to trust me for this,” she murmured, almost to herself. You snorted. “Trust? You?” Her lips twitched into the faintest smile, but she didn’t respond.

Minutes passed as she worked in silence, her focus entirely on you. Her fingers occasionally brushed your skin, sending small, electric shocks down your spine.

“Done with the makeup,” she finally said, stretching her arms. She winced and pressed a hand to her lower back. “Ugh, my posture’s horrible.” You gestured to the chair next to you. “You could just sit there instead of hovering.”

Jihyo glanced at it, then rolled her eyes. “Nope,” she said simply, before swinging a leg over your lap and straddling you.

Your brain short-circuited.

“What the hell are you doing?” you stammered, your hands instinctively hovering near her hips but not daring to touch. She didn’t even look at you. “This is easier,” she muttered, grabbing a brush. “Easier?” you echoed, your voice rising an octave. “There’s literally a chair right there—”

“Shut up,” she snapped, her voice sharp but not unkind. Her knees pressed against your thighs, her hand resting lightly on your collarbone as she started working on the front details your hair. You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of her weight on your lap or the soft warmth of her breath against your cheek.

“Stay still,” she murmured again, her tone softer now. You swallowed hard, nodding despite yourself.

When she moved on to your lips, the atmosphere shifted. Her fingers traced the outline of your mouth with a lip liner, her touch slow and deliberate. Her gaze fixed on your lips, lingering far longer than necessary.

The room felt impossibly still.

“Almost done,” she whispered, but her voice was distant, distracted.

Her eyes flicked to yours, then back to your lips. You swore you saw her tongue dart out to wet her own. You held your breath, unsure if you were imagining the way her face inched closer to yours. The tension was palpable, heavy.

And then—

The cool, sticky feel of lip gloss broke the spell.

“There,” Jihyo said abruptly, stepping back as though nothing had happened. Her tone was curt, businesslike, but her movements were stiff, almost uncertain. “All done.”

You exhaled shakily, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Now get dressed,” she said, her back to you as she started packing up the tools. “We leave in an hour.”

She didn’t look at you again, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you—and that she was just as terrified of it as you were.

The outfit Jihyo had chosen for you was something you’d never have picked for yourself, but as you smoothed the fabric over your body, you couldn’t deny it looked good. It was undeniably her style—sleek, sharp, and professional—but with just enough of your personality in the details to make it feel like a compromise.

“Jihyo dresses pretty,” you muttered to yourself, then froze. Heat rushed to your face as you facepalmed, groaning softly. “What the hell am I even saying?”

Shaking off the thought, you stepped out of the closet. Jihyo was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, her posture as perfect as ever. She didn’t just sit—she posed without even trying. Even in a casual moment, she somehow managed to radiate confidence.

You cleared your throat. “I’m ready.” Her head snapped up, and for a second, her expression softened, her eyes widening as she took you in. She quickly recovered, her face neutral again, but not before you caught the faintest flicker of something unreadable.

Her gaze traveled over you—up, down, lingering too long on your chest before flicking back to your face. Your cheeks flushed as you shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

“Stop staring,” you muttered, looking away. “I’m not,” she replied, far too quickly, her voice tinged with an edge of defensiveness.

She stood, walking toward you with measured steps, closing the distance between you effortlessly. Her hand reached for yours, and she locked her fingers with yours in a gesture that felt too deliberate to be casual.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice low. “They’re waiting.” The touch of her hand lingered even as she led you to her white Mercedes parked in the driveway. The car gleamed under the city lights, as polished and pristine as she always seemed to be.

She opened the passenger door for you, her movements fluid and practiced. You paused for a second, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Wow,” you teased. “Gentlewoman.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Don’t get used to it. I’m already regretting this.”

You laughed softly, sliding into the seat. As soon as you were settled, she closed the door behind you with a soft click and moved around to the driver’s side. She climbed in, adjusting her seatbelt, and with a turn of the key, the car purred to life.

The drive was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the air between you. You stared out the window, the blur of city lights painting your thoughts in streaks of yellow and white.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Jihyo’s hand leave the steering wheel, hovering near the gear shift. She tapped her fingers against the console, almost nervously, before her hand inched closer to your side.

Your heart skipped as her hand hesitated before landing lightly on your thigh. The touch was cautious, as if testing the waters, but the warmth of her palm seeped through the fabric of your pants. You stiffened, every nerve in your body alert.

“Relax,” she muttered, her voice soft but steady, “Relax?” you echoed, your voice higher than you wanted it to be. “Jihyo, your hand is—”

“It’s just a hand,” she cut in, her tone almost teasing. You turned to her, glaring half-heartedly. “Eyes on the road.” She smirked faintly, her eyes never leaving the windshield. “Always.”

But her hand stayed where it was, her thumb brushing lightly against your thigh in a motion that felt too deliberate to ignore.The rest of the drive felt endless, the tension crackling between you. You tried to focus on the city passing by outside, but all you could feel was the weight of her hand and the unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air.

By the time she pulled up to the venue, you weren’t sure if you were more relieved or disappointed that the ride was over.

The club's energy buzzed around you like static, neon lights throwing fragmented reflections across the walls. You were still trying to process the idea of spending an evening surrounded by Jihyo’s friends, let alone actually enjoying yourself. But here you were, somehow already drawn into their orbit.

Nayeon was the first to latch onto you, her arm casually hooking around yours as though you’d known each other for years. Her presence was magnetic, her laugh loud enough to cut through the thrum of the music. “So, you’re Y/N,” she said, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. “The one Jihyo’s been stuck with all this time?”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if it was meant as a compliment or a dig. “That’s me. The one and only.” Nayeon grinned, giving you a once-over. “You’re… not what I expected.”

Before you could ask what exactly she did expect, Jeongyeon leaned in, a sly grin on her face. “That’s Nayeon’s way of saying you’re better-looking than she imagined.”

“Jeongyeon!” Nayeon hissed, lightly smacking her arm, though her laugh betrayed her embarrassment. Jeongyeon ignored her, tipping her drink toward you. “Don’t mind her. She flirts with literally everyone. It’s how she survives.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Nayeon retorted, flipping her hair dramatically. “I’m just naturally charming. Right, Y/N?” You shrugged, playing along. “If you say so.” Jeongyeon smirked. “Anyway, what’s it like living with Jihyo? Is she as terrifying as she looks?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Jihyo, who was quietly sipping her drink, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the group. “Oh, absolutely. She’s like a drill sergeant but with better outfits.”

Jeongyeon burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “I like you already.”

The conversation flowed as the group teased you relentlessly, often dragging Jihyo into the topic.

Jeongyeon nudged Nayeon and tilted her head toward Jihyo, who was still perched at the bar. “Do you see how she keeps looking over here?”

You turned your head slightly, catching Jihyo’s gaze just as she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her drink. “See?” Nayeon said, grinning. “She’s totally checking you out.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not the look of someone with a crush. That’s the look of someone wondering how fast she can file for divorce.” The group erupted into laughter, but Nayeon leaned in conspiratorially. “You’re wrong, you know. I’ve known Jihyo a long time. That’s definitely not her *divorce* face.”

“Oh? And what’s her divorce face look like?” you asked, genuinely curious despite yourself. “It’s scarier,” Nayeon replied with a wink. “Great,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Jeongyeon, still laughing, clinked her glass against yours. “You’re fun. No wonder Jihyo’s stuck with you.”

“She didn’t exactly have a choice,” you reminded her, your tone light but your words carrying a bit more weight than you intended. Jeongyeon caught it but didn’t press. Instead, she raised her drink. “Well, here’s to arranged marriages. They make for great entertainment.” Nayeon grinned, raising her glass as well. “Cheers to that.”

Across the room, Jihyo watched the exchange with a faint frown, her drink forgotten on the bar. When she finally approached, the group quieted, their teasing tones instantly shifting to something more neutral.

“What are you all talking about?” Jihyo asked, her voice even but her eyes flickering toward you.

“Nothing!” Nayeon chirped, her expression far from innocent

Jeongyeon smirked. “Just getting to know your wife.” Jihyo’s jaw tightened slightly at the word wife, but she quickly composed herself. “Well, don’t overwhelm her.”

Sensing the tension, you excused yourself to sit by Tzuyu, who had been quietly observing everything. “They’re intense,” you said, sitting beside her. Tzuyu smiled slightly, her calm presence immediately soothing. “You’ll get used to them.”

The conversation with Tzuyu was light and easy, her subtle humor pulling a genuine laugh from you. Meanwhile, you noticed Nayeon and Jeongyeon huddled around Jihyo, clearly scheming something. “They’re planning something,” you muttered to Tzuyu.

“They always are,” she replied, her tone dry but amused. Moments later, Jihyo walked over, her usual confidence tinged with hesitation.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked, her voice softer than usual. You blinked, surprised. “What?”

“Dance with me,” she repeated, holding out her hand. You smirked. “Wow, Jihyo. So romantic. How could I possibly say no?” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t retreat. “If you don’t want to, just say no.”

Your teasing demeanor softened at the vulnerability in her tone. “Relax. I was just joking,” you said, taking her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nayeon and Jeongyeon burst into barely concealed laughter behind her, making you roll your eyes.

Jihyo led you to the dance floor, her hand firm but not overpowering. As you moved together, the buzz of the club faded, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, caught somewhere between the warmth of the moment and the weight of everything unsaid.

The club’s energy swirled around you, loud and chaotic, but all you could focus on was Jihyo. She held your hand firmly as the two of you swayed to the rhythm of the music. Her grip tightened slightly as she pulled you closer, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart skipped a beat when her breath brushed against your cheek, but you refused to let it show. “You smell like alcohol,” you teased, pulling a face and pretending to gag.

Jihyo rolled her eyes but smirked. “Oh, please. You smell like alcohol too,” she shot back, leaning just a little closer, her tone playful. “I do not!” you protested, but your voice wavered slightly under her gaze. She arched a brow, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “Do too,” she said simply, her hands hovering near your hips.

You stilled as her fingers ghosted over the fabric of your outfit. There was hesitation in her touch, a fleeting moment where you thought she might pull away. Instead, she let out a small sigh and placed her hands firmly on your hips, her fingers squeezing just enough to send a jolt of awareness through you. “See? Not so bad,” she said, her voice dipping into something softer, almost... tender.

Your breath hitched as her head tilted, her eyes trailing over your face. The teasing edge in her expression melted away, replaced by something quieter, more vulnerable. “Actually,” she murmured, leaning in so that only you could hear her, “you smell good.”

Your chest tightened, and before you could say anything, she dipped her head closer, her nose brushing against your neck.

“Jihyo—”

“Shhh,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “Please… just let me enjoy the moment.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the vulnerability in her voice something you weren’t used to. Your hands instinctively gripped her shoulders for balance as her hips began to sway in time with the music. The bass thumped in your chest, but it was nothing compared to the erratic beat of your heart.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, her body moving closer to yours until the space between you was almost nonexistent. She looked up, her dark eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, her gaze flickering to your lips, then back to your eyes, again and again.

“You look really pretty,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music. Her tone was raw, unguarded, and it made your cheeks flush. “I like when you’re dressed like this.”

Your breath hitched, the compliment catching you off guard. You tried to shake off the growing tension, glancing behind you to find a distraction. “I think… they’re watching us.”

Jihyo didn’t even look. Her hands on your hips tightened just slightly, her fingers pressing into the fabric. “Don’t look at them,” she murmured, her voice firm but gentle. Her eyes bore into yours, a silent command. “Focus on me. Please.”

The intensity in her gaze made your knees weak, and you nodded without thinking. “Okay,” you whispered.

Jihyo leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from your ear. “Good,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down your spine. Her hands guided your hips in time with hers, the rhythm of the music melding with the heat between you.

Her gaze dropped to your lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own. You swallowed hard, unable to look away. The way she studied your face, the way she lingered on your lips, made it impossible to think straight.

“You’re making it hard to focus,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo smirked, her face so close that you could see the faint gloss of sweat on her temple. “Good,” she said again, her voice low, almost teasing. But her eyes betrayed her. They were wide and vulnerable, filled with something unsaid.

Your breath came out shaky as her lips inched closer, but at the last second, she leaned into your neck again, pressing her nose into your skin. “You smell amazing,” she murmured, her voice almost reverent.

“Jihyo,” you whimpered, your hands gripping her arms to steady yourself.

“Just stay still,” she whispered, her hands squeezing your hips again. “Let me… stay here for a little longer.”

For a moment, you let yourself give in, closing your eyes as her breath fanned across your skin, her movements pulling you deeper into the moment.

How long does this ecstacy last?

[llovely-12]

Let Down

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Park Jihyo x female reader

Warnings: Angst, jihyo cheats (heartbreaking), relationship struggles, mentions of... a man

Story: Jihyo is behaving weird. She is growing distant, and you get a hint why.

Authors note: I'm obsessed with this song. I thought the mood would fit for this idea. Enjoy the read♥︎

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Usually, October, was your favourite month. You loved the fresh autumn air and the way the leaves changed their colours, only to fall from the branches and wrinkle until nothing but dust was left of them.

The cicle of the different seasons is always fascinating. You love going outside and experiencing this in real life. Touching the said leaves that had fallen to the ground. Laying in the grass on a warm spring day and watching the birds return after the cold. See the beauty of nature in the summer and, finally, the cold and icy days of the winter.

Winter always made you a bit sad or depressed. You never knew why, though. It is as if all of the happiness, collected by the other seasons, is just pulled out of your head and replaced with some lingering thoughts.

In all these dark and icy months, you had Jihyo. She was the only person bringing you joy when there really was nothing to be happy about. She cared for you in ways you have never experienced. You are so thankful for the relationship that has been growing between you two.

You were introduced through chaeyoung. You are friends with chaeyoung. Both of you met at an art museum. She stumbled onto you while taking pictures of the paintings. After that, your friendship blossomed, and she introduced you to Twice.

Jihyo and you understood each other immediately, though it all needed some time. You were honestly too shy to ask her out. She never really thought you were into her.

The ice was broken after the other members set you up for a date. After that, you both hit it off very well. Even though you needed to be secret about this, due to her idol status and the strict dating rules. It wasn't easy in the beginning, but you passed over every obstacle, as long as you were with her.

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You try to warm your feet under a thick blanket. The TV is playing in the background. One of Jihyos' favourite K-dramas is running. She told you early into the relationship about her love for K-dramas and the need for them to always be playing when she was home. You quickly took over her habit, and now, every time you're at home, some korean drama is running in the background.

You watch the episode attentively while waiting for Jihyo to come home. Twice is busy, especially during the colder seasons. New comebacks are waiting to be released, and another world tour is being planned.

You want to give Jihyo all the space and time that she needs. She could be very hectic and frustrated during those times, so she really needed the time and space at given moments. Arguments often bubbled up, and Jihyo really hated them. They always resulted in tears and slamming doors.

It's almost midnight, and she still hasn't come home yet. Late nights were occasional at the company, but you always knew when Jihyo took more time to prepare stuff for the comebacks. She would call you or message you about stuff like this.

It has happened before that she did not reply to your messages or just forgot to send a text about her being late, but in the last few days, these occurrences started piling up. She always found an excuse, and you were forgiving.

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Jihyo comes home, and the lights are still on. The TV is playing, and you are on the couch, fast asleep. She has seen thus sight many times before. As much as it hurt her for the relationship to be like this, she couldn't do much about it. The company needed her more than anything right now, hoping on her ideas or her presence for the comeback.

She walks over to your body and smiles softly. The sight never got old. She leaned down to give you a small kiss on the cheek, her lips leaving a small kiss mark.

Jihyo turns off the TV as well as the lights. Her arms wrap around you and carry you over to the bed. The bed is comfy and carries both of your scents within its sheets.

After getting ready for bed, Jihyo settles down next to you. Her muscles are sore from the practice. The smooth and soft feeling of the mattress eases the tension in Jihyos' body and helps her relax.

She falls asleep a few moments later.

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Twice did not know about someone collaborating with them. It was a last-minute decision, chosen by one of the managers. The artist is quite known in the west. The goal is to bring Twice's fame more to the Western people. More collaborations with Western artists would guarantee more fans.

The members were always a bit shy when it came to meeting new artists. Their career mostly resulted in the groups comebacks. Only a few months ago, they started with inviting over other artists and creating new songs.

Jihyo and the other members were excited for the guest. They were waiting in some room within the company. There were some formalities to go over before shaking hands and making music.

The atmosphere was slightly tense, but the women did everything in their mind to keep the tone nice and friendly. The managers were preparing everything for the meeting. Soft laughters filled the room as the Twice members joked around about the situation or past moments.

The attention is quickly fixed to the door as a relatively tall, tanned man walks in. His clothing style is simple. The smile on his face seems genuine. The Twice members quickly get up to greet the Western artist. Jihyo, as the leader, went up to him first. She bows down a bit and greets the man with a gentle smile.

"Hi, I'm Jihyo, and this is Twice."

She points to the other eight women. The man introduces himself and greets the other women, too, though his gaze stays on Jihyo. The leader of Twice does not notice this, though, being too caught up watching after her members.

The language barrier is a bit awkward but is quickly fixed with a translator. The meeting goes smoothly, and everyone is happy with the results. The connection between Jihyo and the other artist is friendly, though the man can't seem to keep his eyes off of Jihyo.

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The cold weather outside of the bookstore carried many people through the doors. Books were getting more popular nowadays so your job as a cashier was more active and fun. It's almost like the sells for books rise with the colder months. The aesthetic of walking into a bookstore after a fresh walk must be a nice feeling for the people in town.

You were focused on getting the newly ordered books into their shelves. The organising and refilling of books took up most of the time. You never understood customers who just left books on completely different shelves.

The ladder you were on was shaking a bit, and you had to hold onto one of the shelves. You have been working for almost seven hours now, and your shift will be over soon. You can't wait to get home and cook a nice meal for Jihyo and yourself. It has been a while since the two of you found the time and energy to have a proper meal together.

Ever since you moved to Korea, you made sure to learn Korean cuisine and master their way of cooking. This came in handy after you met Jihyo. She loves food and was surprised by your cooking skills. It was nice and loving to cook for her, and watch her eat the food with a happy frown.

You quickly make your way back home after your shift. Jihyo is already home and greets you with a loving embrace as well as a long kiss. The kissing wouldn't stop, as both of you missed each other dearly, never really getting the chance to spend a lot of time together. The food could wait, as your feet take wobbly but sure steps towards the bedroom. Jihyos arms quickly picking you up and carrying you over to the bed.

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His voice intrigued Jihyo. Not many artist stayed around this much during comebacks, most of them just travelling around Seoul to experience the culture and take pictures. He, on the other hand, stayed around the group, made sure to get to know everyone, and strike up small but meaningful conversations.

Was it obvious that he was mostly talking to Jihyo? Yes. Did anyone suspect or notice anything? No.

Jihyo is a charming woman nonetheless. Her aura is alluring, and she does the best at feeling new people welcome. Adding the leader card and her natural care for the other person's well-being can make quite a few people dizzy with love. She always got complimented and showered with love. The hybe around this woman was nothing new. Yet she always made sure to stay loyal.

You were a big secret in Jihyos' life. Of course, the members and her family knew, but the bigger image was always closed off with a curtain, preventing the attention on Jihyos and your relationship. She made sure that you were safe from the fans and the paparazzi. She would not forgive herself if the sharp tongues ever cut at your flesh.

And even though you're her everything, the person that supports her the most during times where she felt the worst, she can't keep her eyes off him. What makes this man so special? Is it his American accent? The way he listens attentively to everything she says? The attention she gets from him?

Jihyo's mind can not fathom any reason why she would be this interested in another person if she got the perfect one sitting at home, waiting for her. Maybe this was not romance. Jihyo was sure that she was just fascinated by the man's persona. That must be it.

Nothing could come between you and Jihyo, right?

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His name has left her mouth about seven times this evening. You notice the way her eyes light up while talking about him. It made you wonder. When was the last time Jihyo talked about you like this? Her members would often take chances and share whatever Jihyo was saying with you. Whether it was your appearance that day, that made her heart swell or the way you said goodbye before work. But now that you think of it. Jihyo hasn't been this affectionate in a while.

Sure, her career was demanding, and you were never that kind of girlfriend. You could never put yourself between Jihyo and her job as an idol. She worked so hard for this. Never in a million years would you ever make her change something about her job. You even admired her patience for pursuing an artist life. It was hard and often made Jihyo crumble under the stress. There were times when you cursed out her choice of work, but after all, it was something that she chose.

And now you're here. Listening to her gushing about this male artist. Suddenly, the food tastes bland, and your appetite leaves along the mood for a romantic night. The warm lights of the restaurant feel too dark, like they're purposefully pushing you into the dark. Everything seems to pull you down, and that's just by hearing his name.

You sigh and push away your plate. Jihyo stops talking and focuses on your behaviour. She frowns and puts a hand on yours, her thumb idly brushing over your knuckles.

"Is something wrong, babe?

The concern in her voice is evident. She always cared for you. Jihyo would move mountains if it meant for you to be happy. She would do everything she could to ensure your comfort.

"I'm fine, it's just, you've been talking about this one artist the whole evening. It's like I'm not even here with you."

Your answer takes Jihyo aback. She hadn't noticed the way she was constantly bringing up his name. Sometimes, Jihyo just drifts off while talking. It's natural for her not to notice the line.

"God, I'm so sorry, honey. I never meant to ruin our date night. Just interrupt me when I drift off again, okay?"

You nod. Jihyo seals the promise with a kiss on the back of your hand. After that, she goes back to talking. Yet, you don't have the heart to inform her that she is infact drifting off again. Her conversation slid over to a certain male artist.

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A week has passed by. You haven't seen Jihyo for three days. She hasn't entered the apartment, claiming that the company needs her. Nights are spent without her, and to your dismay, the bedsheets start to lose their smell.

Jihyo is slowly but surely drifting off. At first, it started with the conversations. She would rarely talk about common things or you anymore. All she ever talked about now was that stupid guy. You couldn't take it anymore. Then she started missing out dates. She always excused herself, but the apologies became sloppy and unreliable. At last, she forgot your anniversary. That night ended in a heated argument. She claimed that there was nothing going on while you were throwing the accusations at her like there's no tomorrow.

She left after that night, staying at the company or at one of the member's apartments. You can't remember her getting like this. This sassy and unbuttered behaviour. In the past, she would come back to you, apologise, and make up for her mistakes. Now she ignores you.

The job has been your only release. Sorting and selling books made you forget about the drama, which is displayed at home. Some of the members reached out to you. Nayeon came over and talked with you about Jihyo's behaviour. She suspicioned something, but her hints didn't get to you.

You trust Jihyo with all your heart. She would never betray you. Even if Nayeon made some convincing discoveries. Your mind couldn't handle the thought of Jihyo ever doing something like that.

You were supposed to move into a bigger apartment. Late night talks resulted in marriage plans. It had been about four years since you two got together. Why would she throw all of that away now? It all didn't make sense to you.

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Jihyo couldn't believe it, but the hickeys on her neck showed a fact. What had she done?

The last night had passed in a hace. Drinks were gulped down as if they're nothing. Shot after shot brought Jihyo to her limit. Her alcohol endurance is high, so it took a lot of alcohol to break that.

Back to whatever happened last night. Jihyo went out with him. At first, the plan was to just let loose and forget about the stress of being an artist, and then something changed. Jihyo can't remember when she decided to kiss him. It was a moment of weakness, nothing more. She would never do this again.

Her hands reach for some make-up to cover up the dark red bruises across her neck. She would never tell you what happened. This would be a secret, a secret that Jihyo would take to her grave.

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You knew. Right when she laid down beside you, you knew. The way her arms wrapped around your body differently. You just knew it.

Her hands were sweaty and warm, and her breath was slightly uneven. After being with someone for such a long time, you remember antics that even the person themselves would never notice. Her withdrawal after the male artist was introduced, the way her tone and eyes changed when she talked about him, and lastly, her not coming home after the comeback was celebrated.

The Twice members had reached out to you. Nayeon was so worried about your well-being. Everything fit together like a big puzzle. Would you ever be the same? Would she ever admit to what she has done?

You can't get the answers, and you probably never will. Instead, all you do is curl into her body, breathe in her scent, and kiss the spot on her neck, which holds the hickeys that he made.

The cold wind blows through the partly opened window, and suddenly, autumn isn't your favourite season anymore. The wind is too cold and too harsh on your skin. The leaves that fall from the branches only make a mess on your balcony. You felt like one of the leaves, falling from the tree. First, you change your colour, then you fall from the only support that you've had for the longest time of your life, and then you start to wrinkle, and everything turns into dust. A faint memory of what once was, and what will never be.

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[atlasthegreatest]

Operation: Sweet Serenade / Sana Minatozaki x Gender Neutral! Reader

Sana Minatozaki finds herself smitten with Y/n Choi, a talented freelance photographer, and her members are quick to notice. Determined to help their lovestruck friend, the girls devise a playful plan to encourage Sana to confess her feelings.

Word count: 2817

A/n: This chapter was inspired by “Fancy” by Twice.

Sana had it bad.

It wasn’t just a passing interest or a fleeting attraction. No, this was a full-blown, heart-racing, butterflies-in-the-stomach, can’t-stop-thinking-about-her crush. And the worst part? The person she couldn’t stop thinking about was entirely out of her world—a professional photographer named Y/n Choi.

They’d met two months ago at a fashion magazine shoot for TWICE, where Y/n had been the lead photographer. From the moment Y/n adjusted the lens of their camera, flashing Sana a quick smile between shots, Sana felt her heart stumble over itself. Y/n was cool, confident, and effortlessly charming—everything Sana wasn’t when she got nervous. And Sana, for the first time in forever, found herself completely tongue-tied in front of someone.

Since then, every photo shoot and run-in with Y/n only made the crush worse. She couldn’t get Y/n out of her head—their sharp jawline, the way they looked with a camera in hand, and most dangerously, the way their eyes crinkled slightly when they smiled.

And now, her members had figured it out.

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Sana sat cross-legged on the dorm’s couch, absently scrolling through her phone. She thought she was being subtle about checking Y/n’s Instagram for the tenth time that week—until Nayeon plopped down next to her, grinning as she’d just uncovered the world’s greatest secret.

“You’ve got that look again,” Nayeon teased, nudging Sana’s side.

Sana tried (and failed) to act nonchalantly. “What look?”

“You're crushing so hard you’re practically vibrating.” Nayeon leaned over to glance at Sana’s phone. “Is that Y/n’s Instagram again?”

Sana groaned, flipping her phone facedown on the couch. “I’m doomed.”

Within minutes, the rest of the TWICE members had gathered around, sensing the opportunity for some harmless meddling. Momo perched on the arm of the couch, grinning mischievously, while Jihyo stood with her arms crossed, clearly amused by the situation.

“Alright, spill,” Jeongyeon said, sliding onto the couch across from Sana. “What’s the deal with you and the photographer?”

“There’s no deal,” Sana muttered, burying her face in a throw pillow. “Just a hopeless crush.”

“Oh please,” Chaeyoung snorted. “We’ve seen the way you act around them, unnie. You get all blushy and weird.”

Tzuyu tilted her head thoughtfully. “It’s true. You do get… strange.”

Sana groaned into the pillow. “I’m never telling them. They're too cool, and I’m… me.”

“You’re Sana freaking Minatozaki,” Nayeon declared, throwing an arm over Sana’s shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

“I don’t got this,” Sana replied, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Well, good thing we’re here to help,” Momo chirped, clapping her hands together like she’d just hatched a brilliant plan.

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The plan, as it turned out, was a chaotic mix of bad ideas, awkward rehearsals, and way too much encouragement.

“Just tell them, ‘I think you’re cool, and I like you,’” Chaeyoung suggested, lounging upside-down on the couch.

“That’s terrible advice,” Jihyo shot back. “It sounds too casual! You need to be more direct.”

“How about a compliment?” Mina added gently. “Say something specific, like how talented they are with their photography.”

Sana stared at them, wide-eyed. “You all sound way too confident about this.”

“We’re professionals,” Nayeon said, flipping her hair dramatically. “Now, let’s practice. Pretend I’m Y/n.”

Sana flushed. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Nayeon insisted. “Come on, Sana. Say it.”

With a sigh, Sana took a deep breath. “Okay. Um… Y/n, I think you’re really talented, and I—”

“You like them.” Momo interrupted, beaming.

Sana threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping!”

Jeongyeon leaned back, grinning. “This is a disaster.”

Despite the teasing, Sana couldn’t deny that the support from her members made her feel a little braver. Maybe, just maybe, she could actually do this.

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A week later, Sana found herself standing outside a cozy café where Y/n had agreed to meet her. Her heart pounded so hard she was convinced it might burst right out of her chest.

The Twice girls had all sent her texts of encouragement before she left:

Jihyo: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

Momo: Worst case scenario, I’ll date you instead ;).

Chaeyoung: Go get her, tiger!

Nayeon: Make sure you kiss her!

Jeongyeon: 👍

Sana laughed nervously, clutching her phone before slipping it into her pocket. She inhaled deeply, stepped through the café door, and spotted Y/n sitting by the window.

Y/n looked up from their phone and smiled—a warm, effortless smile that made Sana’s knees feel wobbly.

“Hey, Sana,” Y/n greeted. “You okay? You look… nervous.”

Sana laughed awkwardly, sliding into the seat across from her. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… uh, something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Y/n arched an eyebrow, their gaze curious but kind. “What is it?”

Sana took a deep breath, her members’ voices echoing in her mind: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

“Okay, so…” She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. “I just wanted to say that I think you’re really talented. Your photography is amazing, and… well, I really like being around you. Actually, I… really like you.”

The words tumbled out in a nervous rush, and Sana braced herself for awkward silence or polite rejection. But instead, Y/n’s smile widened, soft and genuine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Y/n said, her eyes twinkling.

Sana blinked. “Wait… what?”

Y/n laughed, reaching across the table to take Sana’s hand. “I like you too, Sana. I thought you’d never make a move.”

Sana felt like her heart was soaring. Relief, joy, and disbelief flooded her all at once. “Really?”

“Really,” Y/n said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ve been hoping for this for a while.”

Sana could hardly believe her luck. She’d done it. She’d actually done it—and the answer was more wonderful than she’d ever imagined.

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Later that night, Sana burst through the dorm door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well?” Nayeon asked eagerly, bouncing on the couch. “How did it go?”

Sana beamed. “They said yes.”

The room erupted into cheers, with Momo and Chaeyoung high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a tight hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon crowed, ruffling Sana’s hair. “I knew you had it in you!”

Tzuyu smirked. “Guess we won’t have to stage another intervention.”

Sana laughed, her heart full and light. She’d never felt this happy, and it was all thanks to a little courage—and a lot of love from the people who believed in her.

That night, as she lay in bed scrolling through her messages with Y/n, a new thought struck her.

Maybe love was scary. But when it was real, it was always worth the risk.

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The days following Sana’s confession felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Y/n texted her constantly, sending good morning messages, random memes, and candid photos they’d taken throughout the day—each one making Sana’s heart flutter. Their first official date was just around the corner, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

But in typical Twice fashion, there was no way her members were going to let her navigate this blossoming romance on her own.

Sana was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee when Momo and Chaeyoung barged in like women on a mission.

“So, when’s the first date?” Momo asked, leaning over the table with a mischievous grin.

“Tomorrow,” Sana mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

“And what’s the plan, unnie?” Chaeyoung added, pulling up a chair across from her.

“Uh… Dinner and a walk by the Han River.”

Momo gasped in mock horror. “A walk by the river? That’s so cliché.”

“It’s romantic!” Sana protested, pouting.

“It’s only romantic if you know how to keep things from getting awkward,” Nayeon chimed in, entering the kitchen with Tzuyu in tow.

Sana shot her a glare. “I can handle it.”

“Can you, though, unnie?” Tzuyu teased with a small smirk. “Because you’ve been giggling at their texts like a teenager for days.”

Jihyo joined them at the table, already in full leader mode. “Alright, Sana. You need a foolproof game plan.”

“You guys are impossible,” Sana muttered, but her heart swelled with affection for them.

Jeongyeon came in last, sitting down with a serious expression. “We’ll help you practice. If it goes wrong, you’re going to look back and cringe forever.”

Sana’s head hit the table with a soft thud. “Why do I feel more stressed about this date than any of our performances?”

That evening, the girls decided to run a full rehearsal.

“Okay,” Nayeon announced, taking her role as “Y/n” far too seriously. She folded her arms and gave Sana an exaggeratedly cool look. “So you’ve finished dinner. Now what do you say?”

Sana, flushed and flustered, tried to keep a straight face. “Um… so, do you like… rivers?”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Oh my god, Sana,” Jeongyeon wheezed, clutching her stomach. “That was terrible.”

Chaeyoung doubled over, wiping tears from her eyes. “I knew this would happen!”

Mina smiled softly, trying to be the voice of reason. “You just need to relax. Be yourself.”

“But not too much yourself,” Tzuyu added with a teasing grin.

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo said, clapping her hands to get everyone back on track. “Focus, everyone. Let’s try that again.”

Momo sat down beside Sana, patting her on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Just… maybe don’t talk about rivers.”

Sana groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’m doomed.”

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The next evening, Sana found herself standing outside a small restaurant, waiting for Y/n. Her heart was racing, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear—it was pure excitement.

When Y/n arrived, they looked effortlessly stunning in a casual black coat, their camera slung over one shoulder. “Hey,” they greeted with that smile that made Sana feel like melting. “You look amazing.”

Sana felt her cheeks heat up. “Thanks. You too.”

Dinner went better than Sana could have hoped. Conversation flowed easily— Y/n told stories from their latest projects, and Sana shared funny Twice anecdotes (carefully avoiding anything too embarrassing). For the first time in a while, Sana felt completely at ease.

After dinner, they strolled along the Han River, the city lights glittering on the water’s surface. Sana glanced at Y/n from the corner of her eye, wondering if now was the right time to say something more.

“You seem nervous,” Y/n observed gently.

Sana smiled, biting her lip. “A little.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Sana hesitated, then decided to go for it. “I really like you, Y/n. And I’ve never done this before—liked someone this much, I mean.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face her, the cool night breeze brushing against them. “I like you too, Sana.”

And just like that, the tension melted away. Y/n stepped closer, gently tucking a loose strand of Sana’s hair behind her ear.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” Y/n said softly.

Before Sana could reply, Y/n leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and all Sana could feel was the warmth of Y/n’s lips against hers.

When they finally pulled away, Sana’s heart was pounding, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“So,” Y/n said with a playful grin, “how do you feel about rivers now?”

Sana laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Still romantic,” she whispered, before kissing them again.

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Sana floated into the Twice dorm later that night, practically glowing. As soon as she walked through the door, the members swarmed her, demanding details.

“How did it go?!” Nayeon asked, eyes wide with excitement.

Sana grinned, flopping onto the couch. “It was perfect.”

“Did you kiss?” Momo asked eagerly.

Sana covered her burning face with her hands but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “Yes.”

The room exploded into cheers, with Chaeyoung and Tzuyu high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a celebratory hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon said triumphantly. “We knew you could do it.”

Jeongyeon smirked. “And you didn’t even talk about rivers.”

Sana laughed, her heart overflowing with gratitude. She had the best friends in the world, and now, she also had someone special to share her heart with.

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Weeks had passed since Sana’s first date with Y/n, and the relationship was now in full bloom. Y/n fit into Sana’s world effortlessly, and even the other Twice members had grown fond of them—though they never stopped teasing Sana about her nervous confession.

But dating while being one of the busiest K-pop idols on the planet wasn’t exactly simple. With Twice’s packed schedules and Y/n’s freelance assignments, the couple had to steal moments whenever they could—secret coffee dates, late-night phone calls, and, sometimes, quick meet-ups between shoots. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

One morning Twice was scheduled to perform on a popular music show. Sana was running through her choreography for “Fancy” in the dressing room when the door suddenly swung open, and a staff member poked their head in.

“Sana, someone’s here to see you.”

Before she could react, Y/n walked in, a bright smile lighting up their face. They wore their usual black jeans and leather jacket, with their camera bag slung over their shoulder.

“Y/n!” Sana gasped, completely caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise,” Y/n said, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I’m working on a behind-the-scenes photo series today. “Thought I’d drop by early.”

Sana’s heart skipped a beat, excitement bubbling inside her. “You’re going to be here the whole day?”

Y/n grinned. “Yup. You okay with that, superstar?”

Sana could barely contain her smile. “More than okay.”

The moment was interrupted by Nayeon’s voice from behind. “Is that Y/n I hear?”

The rest of the girls swarmed in, looking between Sana and Y/n with knowing grins.

“Look who decided to visit,” Jeongyeon teased. “You two just can’t stay apart, can you?”

Y/n chuckled, their gaze flickering toward Sana. “What can I say? I missed her.”

Sana’s face flushed bright red.

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The hours passed quickly, with the Twice members running through rehearsals and Y/n snapping candid photos. Y/n had a talent for capturing the girls in moments of pure joy and focus—whether it was Momo busting out silly dance moves or Mina quietly tying her shoelaces backstage.

During breaks, Y/n and Sana managed to sneak a few moments together. Sitting on a quiet corner of the set, Sana leaned against Y/n’s shoulder, relishing the rare peace in their otherwise chaotic day.

“This feels nice,” Sana whispered, tilting her head to meet Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n smiled softly. “Yeah. It does.”

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the Twice girls were lurking nearby, spying on the couple with gleeful expressions.

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting,” Chaeyoung whispered, grinning ear to ear.

“Should we give them some privacy?” Mina asked, though her small smile suggested she was enjoying the scene too much to leave.

“Absolutely not,” Nayeon whispered back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sana, sensing the presence of her nosy friends, turned her head just in time to catch them peeking around the corner. “Seriously?” she groaned, throwing them a playful glare.

The girls burst into laughter, scattering like school kids caught in the act.

Y/n shook their head, amused. “You’ve got quite the group of bodyguards.”

“You have no idea,” Sana said, rolling her eyes fondly.

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That evening, Twice’s performance of “Fancy” brought the house down. The lights, the cheers, and the energy of the crowd filled the air, and Sana felt invincible as she danced her heart out.

As the final notes played and the stage lights dimmed, Sana glanced to the side of the stage. There, just out of sight from the cameras, stood Y/n with their camera in hand, watching her with that familiar, soft smile.

And in that moment, as the music faded and the crowd roared, Sana knew—this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

Back in the dressing room after the show, Y/n handed Sana a small envelope.

“What’s this?” Sana asked, curious.

“Open it.”

Inside was a polaroid of Sana mid-performance, eyes alight with passion, hair flying in the air as she danced. Beneath the photo, in Y/n’s neat handwriting, were the words:

“Fancy meeting you here, beautiful.”

Sana’s heart melted. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, pulling Y/n into a hug.

“And you love it,” Y/n teased, kissing the top of her head.

From across the room, the Twice girls watched the scene unfold with matching grins.

“Mission accomplished,” Nayeon whispered, high-fiving Momo.

“You know,” Jeongyeon added thoughtfully, “I think Sana might owe us dinner for this.”

The girls erupted in laughter, and even Sana couldn’t help but join in.

[zyozyominatozaki]

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