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Miyeon, Soyeon & Male Reader.

O Sole Mio Sequel.

genres: threesome, breeding, overstimulation, blowjob, squirt, facefuck, voyeur, hard sex, bi, creampie, pussy eating, party sex, public sex ✧

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Month and a half since you were in Los Angeles. Month and a half since Miyeon saw you, Soyeon and Yuqi naked in her own room.

You thought about it often; her reaction had been hilarious to say the least, but you were afraid that it would change your relationship with her in some way. Luckily that didn't happen. However, every time you saw her you couldn't help but remember that day. You were sure the same thing happened to her.

When the recordings of the Queencard and Allergy music videos were finished, you returned with the girls back to Korea and everything continued as usual. To no one's surprise, Queencard became such a hit that it gave the girls a PAK. An achievement like this, desired by so many groups and artists within the country, was not something that was achieved every day. It deserved celebration.

You had already had a small meeting at Soyeon's apartment to drink and do karaoke, but the idea for something bigger came from Minnie: the only person among them capable of spending absurd amounts of money without the slightest remorse. Her idea was to organize a big party, with a multitude of idols and their respective companions—if they had them—as main guests. It seemed crazy to you, but neither Soyeon nor the rest of the girls thought it was a bad idea.

Although Minnie was the leader of that initiative, the rest of the girls, in her eagerness to participate, convinced her to also help with the expenses. This is how they inaugurated the fund from which all the money destined solely and exclusively for the party would come. You, of course, couldn't contribute anything even though Soyeon was always in charge of giving you everything you needed; the amount of money you earned was tiny compared to the current most famous group in Korea. You had no choice but to help with all the logistics, at least.

No expenses of any kind were spared: they hired private security personnel, apparently among the best. They also bought alcoholic beverages of all kinds, snacks and sweets to fill the cupboards, and a sophisticated sound system. The jewel in the crown was the place that was rented for the event: a big house located in an exclusive neighborhood under construction in Yongin-si, a city located 40 kilometers south of Seoul.

The fund was made up of all the girls, but Minnie was responsible for all that uncontrollable spending. The speech she used as an excuse was that 'the fund would never fall short as long as she was the main investor.' You couldn't argue against that, besides, it was her problem.

You were with Soyeon like a limpet, glued to her at all times, doing preparations and errands everywhere. Aside from this, a big part of your job—or rather your girlfriend's—was making calls to every entertainment company you could think of to fill them in on the details. The big hook that Soyeon had going for her was that they wouldn't have to worry about security and privacy issues. Some bigwigs objected and dismissed the idea as crazy almost immediately, but in these cases Soyeon used her influence to get CUBE's own staff—who had no choice but to obey the person who fed them—to convince them in person.

So, with a bit of tug-of-war all the corresponding permissions were obtained, and invitations began to be sent to every possible idol in the girls' contact book. If your calculations were correct, by the end of that day around 60 people had been invited. That's not counting the possible companies that each one will bring.

What a mess.

"Hey, remember what I told you that night with Minnie?" Soyeon asked you.

You were in her apartment, sitting on the couch with the table in front of you full of papers and folders. You had been making expense calculations and adjusting budgets, and then sending the documents to Minnie. After a couple of hours Soyeon had gotten up to get cups of coffee and take a break.

You sipped the steaming energizing nectar, a pen held to your ear.

“Huh…” you thought about it for a moment. "The thing about...?"

"Aha." she nodded, crossing her legs, the coffee cup in her hand.

"Yeah, I remember. Why?"

Soyeon leaned forward, arms crossed over her knee.

"Because this will be the perfect opportunity to make Miyeonie take the bait." she said, lowering her voice, as if someone else, in the apartment where it was just the two of you, was going to listen.

You had had few interactions with Miyeon since that day, but all of them were normal, pleasant. Of course you acted like she hadn't seen your dick a month and a half ago, but you were sure she thought about it every time you talked, because every time she zoomed out looking down. You didn't know if she was looking where you thought she was looking, but she was, which was suspicious enough.

"And how do we plan to do that?" you said.

"Bringing her to a point where she can't resist. Cook her over low heat." She took a sip of her coffee.

You hesitated.

"She's not like Minnie or Yuqi. She's not easy to corrupt."

"And you're right, but," she held up a finger and set the coffee cup down next to a folder. "It's easier to make her give in on her own."

You wrinkled your forehead.

"What are you supposed to mean by that?"

"You'll see, darling," she patted your knee. "you will see."

—A week later—

Getting ready for an event where everyone was more attractive than you was a pain in the ass.

The day finally arrived. A Saturday night. You and Soyeon got ready at her apartment; three long hours that seemed eternal while Soyeon took even more time than you to choose what to wear. More than once you were honest with her and gave her the go-ahead for many outfits, but she just kept dismissing them. In the end she opted for a short black dress with long sleeves, wide wrists and pointed shoulder pads. She adorned her neck with a necklace of black pearls, and on her feet she wore wide, high platform heels.

The dress code was elegant, and the color was black. That was supposed to make things easier, but it didn't. You were Jeon Soyeon's partner, you just couldn't look dull.

You already had the complete outfit: black cotton sweater, high-waisted dress pants, and wide-soled formal shoes; but you were missing something, you could tell at a glance what it was, so Soyeon took you out of the house and bought you a nice leather blazer to wear over it. Now you were perfect for the occasion.

After an hour and a half by car you arrived at the neighborhood in question.

There were rather very few inhabited houses around; everything was in the process of being remodeled, and all the residences that had already been put up for sale were at least three blocks away in the case of the closest one. One of these houses was the one that stood in front of you, but the girls had only rented it for two nights. It was a masterstroke, not only were you out of the eye of the hurricane, but within that same block no one was going to be able to bother you.

As soon as you got out of the car you saw Minnie in the doorway, talking to two tall, robust men dressed in suits. You moved to the lower sidewalk and walked past the garage door until you stood behind the men. Soyeon cleared her throat, and they immediately moved aside to make way for you.

You and Soyeon greeted Minnie—who also looked spectacularly luxurious, in a black top and skirt and a black feather coat—and walked through the gate to stand behind her.

The men were the heads of security, who repeated the information they had given to Minnie so that she would be aware as well. Basically, a surveillance perimeter had been set up around the house to monitor any suspicious movement and act immediately against a potential photographer. You doubted how legal that last one thing was, but they seemed like completely professional people. Besides, you trusted Soyeon and Minnie's judgment.

After the explanation, one of the men left and the other stayed as a doorman, with an iPad with the guest list in his hand. You three went inside.

"Damn, you've worked on it, haven't you?" you asked Minnie, as you walked through the front entrance and into the living room.

She turned to look at you with a sneaky, almost arrogant smile.

"What did you think, that we were going to invite half of the industry here and not have security well covered?" she raised an eyebrow.

The living room space was divided into two zones: the left side, with doors leading to a small private dining room and a small space that led to a bathroom and a guest bedroom; and the central part, where you were standing, with an opening that offered a view of the second floor ceiling, from which hung a set of circular lamps that floated at least two meters above your heads.

The entire front part of the living room was glass panels facing the yard, where Yeh Shuhua was taking selfies and taking photos of the mountain scenery. Minnie went to sit on the large sofa installed behind one of the wooden beams, but you went through the door on the right to get to the kitchen. There you met Yuqi, with whom you exchanged a few words while you drank more than necessary glasses of cold water.

There were no traces of the leading star down there, so you went up to the second floor. The master bedroom was just up the stairs, behind a door on the right. There you found her, standing in front of a tall floor mirror; she fixed the short dress she was wearing, adjusting the thin straps with which it was held around her neck.

The aura of confidence that she emanated was one of the most attractive things she had in her arsenal. That, of course, is not counting a beautiful pair of legs and killer shoulders. One side of her shiny black hair fell in front of her left shoulder, and the other fell behind her right. Half of her back was exposed, a sight for which you had to thank the almighty himself.

She looked at you sideways and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She then took out a lipstick from a small bag.

"You could at least knock on the door," she said, putting on lipstick. "I could have been in my panties."

"And what would have been wrong with that?" Soyeon replied, walking behind her to sit in the corner of the gigantic bed.

You put your hands in your pants pockets and stood five feet behind Miyeon, looking her up and down. She glanced at you through her reflection, and to your surprise she winked at you.

"Well, that would have been a pretty unfair way to get revenge for what happened in L.A."

Your gaze was lost and your thoughts went blank, not expecting her to take out that dirty cloth so soon. You stayed quiet for a second until Soyeon evaded the topic.

"My goodness, woman," she said, looking her up and down. "You look fucking beautiful."

"Yeah." You nodded. "Nothing new about you tho, but something tells me you know you'll have competition today huh?"

Miyeon adjusted her earrings and turned to look at you. She raised both eyebrows as if you had said the most absurd thing in the world.

"Competition?" she asked, amused. "Ha! Who's going to compete with me? That's ridiculous."

Soyeon laughed.

"At levels of egocentrism, well, quite a few people, you're right about that." she said before standing up.

"Your boyfriend's eyes don't say the same," Miyeon gave you a look and turned towards the door with a mischievous smile. "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Soyeon waited for Miyeon to come out of the bedroom before standing in front of you and look at you with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" you asked.

"Couldn't you be a little more sneaky?"

"But what did I do!" you protested.

"Yeah yeah, forget it," she said with a swing of her hands. "Listen to me carefully," she grabbed your face. "I won't be able to be with you for the entire party, unfortunately I have to play my role as hostess and I can't leave the guests unattended. Anyway, I'll be going with you frequently, so don't worry."

You nodded throughout her explanation, and did so again as you grabbed her waist.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, I think I can acclimatize well." You leaned down to peck her lips. She gave you another one immediately and looked into your eyes.

"Hey, don't forget," she lowered her voice. "This is your perfect opportunity to spend time with Miyeonie. Golden opportunity, actually."

The music began to boom from downstairs, getting louder with each passing second. It seemed like they were testing how high they could go without making it unbearable.

"I don't promise anything. That woman looks innocent but she's… scary."

"I was too when you met me," she objected. "And now I'm taking you late at night to the mall to buy you a jacket."

You and her shared a laugh, gave each other one last kiss before leaving the bedroom and headed downstairs.

The music resonated throughout the house through an interconnected series of powerful speakers installed at different points on the ground floor, connected to a main sound system located on the yard porch. Yuqi and Shuhua were in front of it fiddling with things on the console, since they were in charge of the playlist. The two of them had a pretty solid taste in music, so you were calm about that.

Soyeon left you to go talk to Minnie, leaving you alone with Miyeon at the bottom of the stairs. Kanye West's Gold Digger started playing.

She turned to look at you.

"I'm going to go take some photos, are you coming with me?" she asked.

"I mean I don't have much to do in here, come on," you gestured with your chin towards the yard.

Miyeon walked ahead of you, you followed her from behind. Soyeon's gaze was fixed on the two of you for a few seconds, but she didn't take long to hide it.

As you walked out onto the porch you gave Shuhua a friendly tap on the back of the head in greeting. You had to run away so she wouldn't kick your ass in response.

Miyeon took you to the side of the house, where there was a dining area covered by a large patio umbrella. You walked ahead and pulled out one of the black chairs for her. She giggled.

"Woah, what a gentleman," she said, taking a seat.

"I know right?" You sat next to her and left your phone on the table. "I'm clearly a different breed."

"Oh yeah?" She raised both eyebrows and laughed again.

You nodded your head slowly, sinking into the seat.

"Yeah, there are few like me left in the world you know?"

"Right," she nodded as well, pulling her phone out of her clutch. "That's appropriate then, if you're going to be my company for the night you must be one of those."

She entered the camera on her phone and started taking selfies. You stared at her, your hands inside your jacket pockets.

"As long as you let me be, I'll be delighted."

"It's not like I have a choice," she said without looking at you, doing different poses and angles. "Sana is on tour and Jiwoo has a busy schedule."

"Ouch, that means I'm the last option."

She turned to look at you with a confused expression.

"Don't talk nonsense, silly." She looked back at the screen. "You're far from being a last option. Besides, I need few things on a night like this, and you can fulfill all of them more than well."

You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, nodding.

"May I know what those things you are talking about are?"

Miyeon put the phone down and looked you up and down. Again, she stayed looking down for too long, but when you tried to follow her gaze she quickly raised it.

When she was about to answer you, you realized that there was beginning to be movement inside the house. The guests had begun to arrive.

From your seats you saw how the yard began to fill with people that you had only seen through a screen or from far away during your work. Miyeon didn't look fazed about it, but it was overwhelming for you. On top of that, it got worse when some idols came up to greet Miyeon: Wendy from Red Velvet, Jiwon and Seoyeon from Fromis, Mingyu and DK from Seventeen, Sehun from EXO, Eunwoo from Astro and even Somi herself, to name a few.

At one point you realized how truly gigantic the industry really was, as the place was packed with people. And that didn't even represent 20% of all of them. But you were sure that every big shot that could be there, was.

There were few who went with a non-famous person, you could count them on the fingers of both hands. One of them was Isa from STAYC, who was arm in arm with a foreign guy who seemed very familiar to you, but you didn't know where from. They were talking to Minnie and Ryujin, with whom you knew Isa was friends.

While you looked in that direction your vision was obstructed by Soyeon, who was accompanied by some of her close friends that you didn't know until now. Somi was behind her, as were Elkie, Sorn, and Yeeun, the three former CLC members. She formally introduced you to everyone. They were kind enough to you, but that didn't make you feel any less like a little ant in the middle of a metropolis. You still seemed confident and fun on the outside, or at least you tried to.

She left with them, and she left you and Miyeon alone again.

You stood up and wandered around the house, striking up short conversations—or rather Miyeon—with several of her friends, many of whom had already gone to say hello previously. By then you had already started drinking. You two drank from thermal mugs to make it more comfortable while you went from here to there. Yours had vodka and lemon soda, and Miyeon's had white rum and watermelon juice.

You hadn't been drinking for long, you had barely finished a drink and you had just finished refilling your mugs. But you already noticed that Miyeon was behaving slightly differently, she seemed eager to move her body, you noticed it while you were starting a small conversation about your favorite vocalists.

"Wait a minute," you interrupted her, while she was talking about Christina Aguilera. "Wanna dance?"

Miyeon tilted her head and looked at you as if you had guessed the lottery number. You decided not to point out how much it showed on her.

"Oh, actually… yeah,” she nodded. “Come on," she smiled, and she took your hand to lead you inside the house.

The heart of the party was there. If outside it seemed like the place was at maximum capacity, inside you felt like you were in rush hour in Seoul.

You made your way through the crowd, Miyeon leading the way as she held your hand. Having that point of view was kind of comforting: all those people you saw on screens, shiny and seemingly perfect, being ordinary people. There was nothing new under the sun, it was evident that these young people enjoyed their private lives as much as anyone else. But being there, meters—even less—from them, made you forget that they were famous people. That made you feel more comfortable.

Miyeon led you to a corner of the living room, near the stairs leading to the second floor. You stood with your back against the wall, and Miyeon turned her back to you to corner you against it.

You had four guys from NCT Dream nearby, but you only recognized two: Mark and Jisung; you knew the other two, but you couldn't remember their names. They were talking to two girls you didn't know even by face and to Sehun from EXO. They all gave small polite bows to Miyeon and went about their business.

You weren't dancing as such at first, you were just moving subtly to the rhythm of the music while you drank and enjoyed the atmosphere. She just made sure that you were pressed against the wall at all times, so that you could soak in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body as much as possible.

She turned her head and leaned closer to your ear.

"Won't Soyeonie be upset if she finds us like this?" she asked.

You thought about it for a moment and let out a chuckle.

"No, I don't think so," you shook your head.

"Great, then it's my time to check something."

Miyeon pressed her body against yours, her ass, firm under her short dress, rubbing against your bulge. You let out a sly smile, realizing that your mission was not going to be as difficult as you expected.

"Hmm… even this way it feels really good against my ass," she continued, then took a sip of her drink. "Come on, let's dance."

She had dared, now you had to dare too.

You wrapped your hand around her waist, placing it right in the center of her abdomen, which she didn't seem to mind. You didn't want to get hard, but despite your efforts you were sure she ended up feeling the firm bulge press against her.

You danced for a couple of songs. Nothing too flashy or risqué, but you remained close during every second. You were lying if you didn't say that you wanted to bury your face in that long, slightly sweaty neck, or kiss those pretty lips with the aftertaste of liquor on them, but you couldn’t rush.

You were forced to stop when Yuqi appeared in the crowd. Her gaze dropped to your hand on Miyeon's abdomen. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but she didn't say anything about it.

"Hey, Soyeon sent me to find you!" she said. "We will hold a hate convention towards CUBE."

Miyeon jumped away from you and smiled broadly at Yuqi.

"I'm in!" She looked at you and offered you her hand. "Come on!"

She was the happiest you had seen her all night. That said a lot about the experience of those girls under the yoke of a disgusting company. Of course you took her hand and followed Yuqi.

Yuqi led you back to the side alley of the house. In the dining area, where you and Miyeon were before, Soyeon and Minnie were sitting along with a good number of people you already knew beforehand: Elkie, Eunbin, Yeeun, Sorn, Dawn, Wooseok, Kino, Sanghah, Juhyeon and Hina. All former, or idols under CUBE Entertainment. It was going to be a more than entertaining talk.

"Hello everyoneee!" Miyeon greeted, taking a seat in a free chair. You sat on the side. "Where is Shuhua?"

"We have no idea," Soyeon responded from across the table.

"The last time we saw her she was with a guy I don't know, two girls from STAYC, Hanni from New Jeans and... her name is Rei, right?" Yeeun said next to Soyeon, looking at Lightsum's Hina, who was also Japanese.

"Aha," Hina nodded.

"Oh, I just saw her with Hanni and Isa in the dining room," said Yuqi sitting on your left. "I didn't see the other guy or the other two."

"And why didn't you tell her to come with us?" Elkie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I did!" Yuqi protested. "But you know how that girl is, she didn't listen to me."

"It doesn't matter girls," Soyeon said. "That shouldn't be an impediment for us."

Of course, the main subject of the conversation was CUBE and why they were a huge garbage company.

You didn't have much or practically anything to contribute to the conversation, since you weren't even an employee within that company or had any connections of any kind beyond the girls. Even so, they came to you from time to time to find out what someone's point of view was like from the outside, so you enriched the conversation anyway.

Listening to their experiences was heartbreaking for you. They had all been through horrible, unfair treatment, but you were surprised by how lightly everyone talked about it. You even noticed that they took it with a certain amount of humor. You couldn't blame them, after all it was a very natural defense mechanism in everyone, but you knew how they felt. In the end you all agreed on the same thing: CUBE deserved the worst.

Over time—about an hour or an hour and a half—the group began to dissolve piece by piece, either because they were going to dance, because they were going to refill their drinks, or because they were going to talk to other people at the party.

Soyeon also left, telling you that she also wanted to spend some time with her Lightsum hoobaes. She gave you a kiss and winked before leaving with Sanghah, Juhyeon and Hina.

In the end, only you, Miyeon, Yuqi and Minnie were left at the table.

"Now why are you two so close together all of a sudden?" Minnie asked cross-legged.

"Yeah," Yuqi nodded. "I can count the times I saw you together during these months."

You were about to jump to your defense, but Miyeon beat you to it, placing her hand on your right thigh.

"He's just looking out for me," she said. "You know, neither Sana nor Jiwoo can be with me today," she pouted and looked at Yuqi. "I thought you would know what a good company he is."

As she said that last sentence she slowly moved her hand up your thigh and squeezed it very close to your crotch, even touching your bulge with the side of her hand. You couldn't say a single word, you were frozen.

Yuqi opened her eyes wide. You noticed that her cheeks turned into an intense blush and that she shifted nervously in the seat.

Minnie wrinkled her brow and looked at Yuqi with a raised eyebrow.

"What is she talking about?" she asked.

Yuqi looked at you, looking for help. You just shook your head. She then looked at Minnie.

"Uh… oh!" She pretended someone was calling her from behind you. "Chenle is calling me!"

She stood up and ran with small jumps around the table, grabbing the skirt of her dress so as not to trip.

"Wah! And Xiaoting unnie too?" she said again, as if her flight had not been false enough already.

The three of you looked at her as she left, in disbelief. She didn't end up going anywhere. She stood in the middle of the yard looking for one of the people she had just named, but when she didn't see anyone she quickly went into the house.

"Very well, I won't be anyone's third wheel," Minnie said as soon as she locked eyes with you. "Have a good time, cuties."

Minnie stood up and blew you both a kiss before leaving as well. Only then did Miyeon remove her hand from your thigh. You looked at her, narrowing your eyes.

"What are you playing, Cho Miyeon?" you asked.

She turned to look at you with an innocent expression.

"Huh?" She was playing dumb. "I only said that because I know how much fun you guys had in L.A."

"A certain part of me caused so much fun, can you imagine what I'm talking about?"

Miyeon put a finger to her lips and wrinkled her forehead, pretending to think. In the end she shook her head.

"The truth is that I have no idea, I'll try to search my memory to see if I remember anything."

"I could help you with that, don't you think?"

"Yeah," she nodded, looking into your eyes. "I'm sure you could."

"Do you want to go inside?" You gestured towards the house.

"Yeah!"

She pushed the chair back and stood up, but when she put one foot away from it she 'tripped' and fell sitting on her side right on top of your bulge. You instinctively held her waist. Her sexy little waist.

"Oops," she said, her face inches from yours. "The heels played dirty on me."

"Thank god you landed in a safe place, then," you said, looking at her lips and then at her sideboob inside her dress.

Miyeon nodded slowly, holding onto your shoulders.

"Very comfortable, too," she added, looking at your lips. "I wouldn't mind falling here more times."

Your lips were very close to each other. You thought it was time. You could smell her breath, hot and tempting. She approached you, squeezing your shoulders with her fingers. But just as your lips touched, a commotion meters behind you interrupted you. You turned to look.

It turned out that some guys, among whom you recognized three from The Boyz and a couple from Enhypen, had brought out a ping pong table—god knows where from—and were installing it there, along with a bunch of party glasses and a ping pong ball. One of them had a bottle of vodka in his hand, which he placed in the center of the table before starting to play.

Miyeon turned her gaze to you.

"Do you want to go play?" she asked.

"I would like to play with you, not gonna lie."

She raised an eyebrow and grabbed your face, her lips pressed into a mischievous smile. She scrutinized your face and ran her thumb over your bottom lip.

"Later..." she said. "I don't feel horny enough yet."

"No rush, then," you smiled.

You made an attempt to kiss her, but she pressed her index finger against your lips and slowly shook her head before standing up. The damn proud smile she wore on her face only made you want her more.

Reluctantly you stood up and walked with her to where the crowd was gathering around the game. There you met Shuhua, accompanied by Isa and Hanni. Soon they were joined by who you assumed was the guy Yeeun told you about; with him came Yoon and Rei. You spent another little effort trying to figure out where you knew him from, and finally your mind clicked: you knew him from a viral clip of him playing Fortnite, he was a famous English-speaking streamer.

Once you took off the weight of knowing who he was, you didn't pay him any more attention. You focused on beating Cho Miyeon at beer pong.

She was kicking your ass in a somewhat humiliating way. You didn't know whether to associate it with beginner's luck or the discouraging fact that, at that moment, the universe was against you. Out of 10 balls you could score, maybe you got 3 or 4. Miyeon scored 8 of those 10.

Every gulp of vodka burned your throat and made you wrinkle your nose. It went down your entire body too quickly, as it didn't take long for you to feel dizzy. You needed a break, so you motioned for Miyeon to stop and move aside. This was a roundabout way of accepting defeat, and she didn't hesitate to tease you for it.

"Are you ok?" she asked between silly laughs, her hand on your shoulder.

You looked at her with a frown. You noticed her flushed cheeks, a sign that the alcohol was also affecting her.

"Fuck yes, perfectly," you replied, concentrating on not losing your center of gravity. "Since when the hell are you the Stephen Curry of beer pong?"

Miyeon laughed harder and hugged your neck, almost making you fall backwards with her. You wrapped your right arm around her waist and anchored your right foot behind you.

"Beginner's luck, I guess?" she said in your ear.

Yeah, that was the answer.

"Your beginner's luck just destroyed me," you grabbed her waist and subtly pushed her away because you really felt like you were going to fall.

"Let's eat something in the kitchen, that will help," she said with her hands on your chest.

"I hope you're right, come on."

You let Miyeon pull you with her. You had no choice but to trust her and let her guide you, since your body couldn't coordinate movements with your brain very well at all.

When you got to the kitchen you found at least a dozen people pouring drinks or mixing them as if they were in some kind of bizarre laboratory. Miyeon pushed everyone out of your way just with her presence, and the first thing she did when you arrived in front of the refrigerator was push you back against it.

"Wait a minute, you're in all your senses right?" she asked, both of her hands on the refrigerator on either side of your head.

You frowned. What a random question.

"Uh… yeah?" you said. "I mean, my motor sk…."

Before you could continue speaking Miyeon grabbed you by the neck and crashed her lips against yours.

Surprised and still confused, you wrapped both arms around Miyeon's waist and reciprocated her kiss. You felt that all that preparation had been worth it; her lips felt delicious, with an addictive aftertaste that made you want to go deeper and deeper. She granted you that pleasure, adding her tongue to make clear what an excellent kisser she was.

While you pressed her body against yours and made the gesture of lowering one of your hands to her ass, something happened that completely took you out of your bubble: Miyeon pushed you to the side, opened the refrigerator and took out a box of Choco Pies .

She pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes, showing you the box with a little smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Do you want a Choco Pie?" she asked innocently.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to solve the indecipherable enigma that Cho Miyeon was.

"Yeah..." you nodded, looking at the box. "Sure."

Miyeon took your hand, closed the refrigerator and led you to the area on your left: an extension of the kitchen that housed the dining room and some appliances and also led to the yard.

You sat on two empty chairs and began to eat the Choco Pies while you saw many of those present making fools of themselves. Among them was Yuqi, dancing with Elkie, Chenle, and Yiren. You put your hands to your foreheads when she tripped over her own dress and fell on her butt against the grass.

About twenty minutes and several Choco Pies later you already felt composed and ready to continue, so you went with Miyeon to the kitchen and refilled your mugs with more drink. This time you put less alcohol in yours, not wanting to push your limits further.

"Let's dance again, handsome?" Miyeon asked, looking at you with mesmerizing eyes.

You grabbed her waist, pressed the side of her body against yours and gave her a small kiss that she gladly accepted.

"Only if you promise not to hold back this time," you said against her lips.

"Oh don't worry, I won't," she assured, with a smile that should have terrified you, but instead turned you on.

This time it was you who led the way to the living room. The corner where you had previously danced was occupied by a couple who were kissing. You noticed that they were Chaeyoung from Fromis and Soobin from TXT. Who was going to say it.

You went to the opposite side of the room, just below the threshold of the passage that led to the bedroom and bathroom doors. There you were clearly blocking the way for anyone who wanted to enter, but you didn't think about it—or rather, you did but you didn't care.

Now you and her reversed her roles: her back against the wall and you cornering her against it. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you grabbed her waist. You began to dance face to face, with your lips inches from each other at all times.

Every few seconds you let your lips touch in a fleeting kiss. Your hands began to run up and down Miyeon's waist, who gently stroked the hair at the nape of your neck. You discreetly placed one of your hands behind her, on her lower back, and then lowered it to grab her buttock. It felt too good not to do it again with the other one.

The song changed to A Milli by Lil Wayne, a moment that Miyeon took advantage of to turn around and press her ass against your cock. She began to move it like you knew she knew how, making wonderful use of her hips to rub against you to the rhythm of the music.

You buried your face in her neck and breathed against it, clinging firmly to her waist as she moved her ass against you. You heard a gasp from her, and then she went against all your expectations: she reached between your bodies and reached down to grab the now hardened bulge in your pants.

You hid the surprise as best you could, in order not to draw too much attention from the people around you (they didn't give a damn anyway). You put your free hand on Miyeon's abdomen, while she squeezed your cock and massaged it through your pants. You lowered your hand to try to reach her crotch, but she gave you a pat to stop you in your tracks.

“Hold it there, cowboy,” she said in your ear. "If you want dinner, let's go upstairs."

You smiled from ear to ear and licked your lips.

"Are you horny enough yet?" you murmured, peppering the side of her face with kisses.

She gave your cock another firm squeeze.

"Pretty much," she simply replied, then bit your bottom lip.

You took a step back and grabbed her by the forearm to separate her from the wall. Then you took her hand and went to the other side of the room, towards the stairs. You went up and tried to quickly go to the master bedroom, however, you ran into an unexpected problem.

It was locked from the inside.

"Huh?" Miyeon said, frowning. "Did you close it when you came down?"

“Nope,” you shook your head. "In fact I'm pretty sure I left it open."

You tried opening it once more and then pressed your ear against the cold wood. You couldn't hear anything inside. It was to be expected: whoever was inside must have had a good scare when they saw the knob turning unsuccessfully. They were trying not to get caught.

"It doesn't matter," you said, renouncing. "Let's go to the other one."

As you walked through the short hallway that led to the other side of the second floor, you couldn't help but think about Soyeon. You were making a move without her, a giant one, how was she going to react if she found out about it? You didn't think about the consequences at the time: you were so clouded in your desire for Miyeon that you took it as a secondary problem, something you would deal with later.

You reached the end of the corridor to enter the bedroom, which luckily was open and empty.

That bedroom wasn't much smaller than the main one, in fact, they were practically the same: both with dressers and beds of the same size. The only differences at first glance were that the master bedroom had a small library room and was better furnished.

It wasn't even important. The last thing you and Miyeon paid attention to was the quality of the bedroom. You only needed a bed, and even that was optional.

As soon as you locked the door behind you, you left the mugs on a dresser, and Miyeon lunged at you with her arms around your neck to kiss you.

Without the annoying restriction of being surrounded by people you now let yourself go, wrapping your arms around Miyeon's waist and pressing her against your body in the middle of a kiss that lacked tenderness.

Miyeon clung to your neck with both hands, breathing heavily as a result of the intense exchange of saliva. You were moving stumbling to the right, towards one of the side edges of the bed, which Miyeon collided with and fell back onto the mattress. You fell on top of her.

"Would you let me eat your pussy, Miss Cho?" you asked, biting her bottom lip and pulling on it.

Miyeon let out a tiny moan and pulled the jacket off your shoulders. Her eyes burning with desire fixed on yours.

"Eat whatever you want from me," she replied with a gasp, bringing one knee up to rub against your crotch.

You dove into her pretty, soft neck, showering it with kisses as much as possible.

"Fuck… watch your words, I can use them against you," you muttered against the end of her neck, almost touching her collarbone.

That had been an invitation that you did not hesitate to reject.

Not wanting to leave her neck too quickly, you stayed there for a few more long seconds, just kissing it and filling it with eager hickeys that were soon reflected in light dark marks. Miyeon just let you work, rubbing her thigh against your cock.

You put your hands under her and reached behind her back, to untie the small knots that held the straps of her dress to her neck. With her dress already loose at the top you were able to slowly lower it, covering each new area of bare skin with deep, wet kisses. Before releasing her tits you went up again to her marked collarbone, and one last time to her neck. You went back down, and with a single pull you revealed a pair of perfect perky breasts.

You didn't hesitate for a second to put one of them in your mouth.

"Hfmmm..." Miyeon moaned, bringing her hands to your hair to tangle her fingers there.

You grabbed your right arm behind her waist and lifted her forward to bring her further into the center of the bed, sucking on her nipple and licking it up and down. She kicked off her heels and hugged her legs to your waist, as she let out small moans.

Because of this, her dress went up to the elastic area that kept it attached to her abdomen. Her beautiful pair of legs were now fully exposed to you. You placed a hand on each of her thighs, squeezing them on the underside with your fingers and then rubbing them up and down.

After leaving one nipple covered in saliva, you moved to the next. Miyeon's moans, although still small, became more desperate with every second that you didn't touch her. You brought your right hand to her crotch, rubbing her slit with your thumb over her soaked lace panties.

"Fuck, are you going to eat me or not?" she asked between gasps.

You lifted your mouth from her nipple and smiled to look at her. Her cheeks were burning with blush.

"Are we needy, Princess Cho?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." she nodded slowly, looking at you. "Too much, so please give me what I want."

"What you want? How do you know it's not what I want too?" you said, giving kisses to the outline of her tits.

"Because it's obvious," she replied. "How can you not want to eat a princess's pussy?"

You should have seen that response coming. You laughed, and lowered the top of her dress even further, until it joined the bottom. Now every part of her dress was bunched just above her navel.

You freed yourself from the embrace of her legs and moved back onto your knees to get comfortable. With your face now at the level of her sexy belly, you covered the lower part of her abdomen with a lot of kisses that you eagerly enjoyed, and later reached her crotch.

You grabbed her panties by the curb and pulled them off her legs. You were met with a perfectly shaved and beautiful pussy, soaked in a light layer of shiny fluid, the product of so much foreplay. Miyeon held her breath, thinking you would attack her pussy all at once, but instead you moved towards her inner thighs.

"Oh, come on!" she whimpered, hitting the mattress with her clenched fists.

You had to hide your smile behind her thigh, which you kissed very slowly on purpose. Her hips writhed with subtle movements, and her chest rose and fell in desperate breaths. You moved to her other inner thigh, now kissing so close to her pussy that she let out a high-pitched squeal, grabbed your hair and buried your mouth against her pussy herself.

"Fuck, finally." she said with a sigh of pure release.

Once you were there you couldn't just back out, you would let her win just this once.

Her pussy felt so good against your lips that you were afraid you would become addicted to the sensation. You started with soft kisses and sucks between her folds; then you moved up to her clit and licked it slowly, drawing deep moans from her.

Miyeon caressed your hair and tangled her fingers in it to give it little tugs. You gripped her thighs with both hands, holding them back so they wouldn't move as you picked up a gear. Now you could tell that you were eating her pussy properly.

"Oh yeah..." she moaned, arching her back slightly. "Just like that daddy!"

You certainly didn't expect that word attributed to you from her, but it didn't bother you, on the contrary it awakened a deep instinct in you: it was the sensation of wanting to make her your property, the wild desire to show yourself as a possessive animal.

You grunted in a short breather and wrapped your arms around her thighs, hugging them, to dive back into her wet pussy.

You began to devour her with hunger, driven by the uncontrollable desire of wanting to flood your ears with her beautiful moans of pleasure. Every time she let one out of her, your hands pressed firmly against the flesh of her thighs, and your mouth, as well as your tongue, moved in the most frantic ways possible.

Miyeon writhed on her mattress, both hands outstretched at her sides with her fingers crumpling the white sheets. She was trying to close her thighs around your head, but you simply wouldn't let her; instead, she grabbed onto your hair again to push you harder against her pussy.

"Don't you dare stop!" she screeched, her thighs shaking. "Keep going, keep going!"

Seconds later Miyeon reached her wonderful, electrifying orgasm. You let go of her thighs, and she instantly trapped your head between them to grind her hips against your face. You ate her all that little while, with long tasting licks and loving kisses as her peak slowly subsided.

“Oh my god…” she gasped, letting go of your head. "Take off your clothes. You deserve a good blowjob."

You got up so quickly that in a way you were even embarrassed.

You took off your shoes first, then you moved on to your sweater and finally your pants. Miyeon settled on her stomach, her head just above the edge of the bed. In front of her was your hard throbbing bulge, which almost ripped the fabric of your boxers in its eagerness to be released.

"Come on, show me that thing daddy," she said in a provocative tone, then approached your cock and kissed the outline.

You let her worship your cock for a few more seconds. You stared at her, mesmerized by how she pressed her lips against your shaft and balls, eager to receive more. Soon you would give her what she wanted: slowly pulling down your boxers so that your cock, once freed, would slap her pretty face.

She let out a loud breath of surprise. You smiled, holding your cock by the base to rest it flat on her face.

"Just like you remembered?" you teased.

“I think even better…” she replied, opening her mouth to slide her tongue out and press it against the back of your shaft. "I should have seen it closer that time."

Miyeon's lips and tongue moved into action; she took your cock in her hand to kiss the sides of it, highlighting each path of kisses with sensual licks. She looked up at you, kissing just below your tip before swirling her tongue there.

She made a move to take you into her mouth, but as soon as your tip passed the threshold of her lips she changed her mind and went down to your balls, using her hand to rub the first few inches of your shaft while she salivated them between sucks. You growled and clenched your fists, knowing well that this was a revenge.

"Fuck, is this really necessary?" you complained.

Miyeon let out a smile as she licked your balls and around your base.

"Are we needy, daddy?" she asked, in a mocking tone.

Damn woman.

‘You reap what you sow.’ There, helpless in the face of Miyeon's torturously slow advances, you understood that saying perfectly.

You stayed as still as you could stand, watching through gritted teeth as Miyeon teased you. She repeated the same damn movement without stopping, hoping that you would finally feel the warmth of her mouth. At least what she was doing felt good: by this point your entire shaft was covered in saliva thanks to the tireless sequence of kisses and licks.

But no, damn it. You needed more. And if she had given in to her own impulses, you wouldn't be shy about giving in to yours.

You grabbed a handful of her hair in your right hand and held her still, but she, perhaps anticipating that you would do that, immediately stuck out her tongue to greet you. She had beaten you again.

"You clever bitch..." you muttered, finally taking your cock inside her mouth.

Miyeon accepted you gladly, with a deep resolute moan. She wanted it, she was crazy about the idea of having you inside her mouth, but she just wanted to make you give in to your desperation. It felt like a chess game in which you had received a checkmate.

She sucked a few inches of your cock, her hand gripping the base. Her mouth felt so good that she made you gasp multiple times from the beginning; she moved it slowly, each time taking it further. Finally she stopped a couple of centimeters past the middle. She looked up, evoking pure lust from her dilated eyes and her flushed cheeks.

She pumped her head a few times, moaning around your cock before pulling out.

"I know you'd love to fuck my face..." she murmured, placing kisses on your tip. "But I waited a month and a half for this moment."

"Ah yeah?" you said, raising an eyebrow. "Then enjoy it, slut."

"That's what I plan to do… daddy," she said, adding rasp to her voice on that last word, before returning to your cock.

You gathered Miyeon's hair and held it with one hand behind her head, in a ponytail, to make her job easier.

She slurped your cock hungrily, as if she wanted to give truth to her words. She did it slowly, with sensual, noisy pumps that covered just over half of your shaft.

You let out soft moans, hypnotized by how Cho Miyeon's pretty lips moved faster and faster on your cock. You leaned forward slightly to grab her ass, giving each of her butt cheeks a small spank that made her moan.

From that position you did not hesitate to put your fingers between her buttocks, to rub between her folds and take them inside her. Miyeon let a small moan escape her and she pulled you out of her mouth for air, giving your cock a long lick along the underside to sink back in.

Your fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy, as she moaned between the now intense bobs of her head. Her ponytail was still firm and taut in your fist; you used it to force her to take your entire cock in a rough and messy deepthroat.

Miyeon didn't expect it; she latched onto your thighs with prickly nails, struggling to minimize the coughing as the tip of your cock rubbed against the beginning of her throat. You didn't let her go soon, not until thick drops of saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth and fell to the ground between your feet.

Once satisfied, you decided to let her go, also releasing her ponytail so that her hair flowed freely down her back. She let her head fall down and brought her fist to her lips to let more coughs come out, between labored breaths. You leaned to the side to look at her, noticing that her eyes were watering.

You took your fingers out of her pussy, and with that same hand you grabbed her chin to make her look up.

"Would you like something, princess?" you asked in a whisper, running your thumb over her lip dripping with saliva.

"Yeah..." she started to say, taking your cock to rub it slowly. "I want you to put it inside me and fuck me... raw."

Driven again by your wildest instincts, you cradled her face in your hands and forced her to her knees, to share a steamy, sloppy kiss with her.

A few seconds later you grabbed her by the waist and made her turn around on her knees, then put your hands on the back of her neck and pushed her forward, so that she fell on her hands with her ass raised.

Miyeon's ass wasn't exactly the biggest, but it made up for it with a perfect shape and softness, like all of her; you spent a few seconds admiring it, rubbing your hands in circles on her buttocks, which you also squeezed before adding a strong spank to each one.

Miyeon squealed and leaned on her elbows. She looked at you over her shoulder, biting her lower lip.

"Enough teasing, fuck me already!" she demanded with a hint of desperation in her voice.

You smiled and applied another spank, harder. Miyeon screeched.

"You don't need to whine again, baby, I got you."

She spread her knees further and put her ass at the perfect height for you, making a beautiful arch with her lower back. Her pussy looked delicious, inviting you to destroy it. You grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back just a little, to grab your cock and press it between her folds.

As soon as she felt your tip rub against her pussy she leaned forward, away from you, and she gave you a stern look.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said. "Put on a condom right now, that's my only rule."

Coming from her, that didn't surprise you in the least. She might be one of the sluttyest members of the group, but you figured some degree of decorum she had to maintain.

"Fuck, it's okay, I'm sorry," you replied. "But don't look at me like that, I might cry."

You took a step back and picked up your pants from the floor. From it you took your wallet. You searched through the partitions until you finally found the condom; you opened it carefully, then threw the envelope on the floor and quickly put it on.

Now ready, you wasted no time and resumed your position behind Miyeon, standing in front of the edge of the bed. She returned her ass to the previous position, watching over her shoulder as you prepared yourself.

You looked into her eyes, and took your cock with one hand to bring it to her slit, where you made slight pressure forward to finally feel Miyeon's pussy slowly engulf you to the core.

She let out a loud moan and clutched at the sheets, her mouth open in an O shape and her brow furrowed as she stared into space. You held your breath, overwhelmed by how tight she felt around your shaft, which had already disappeared between her buttocks.

"God..." she muttered to herself, letting her head fall between her shoulders. "I have never felt anything like this. Please fuck me hard and show no mercy."

That was an easy task, it was your idea from the beginning after all.

The first pumps were slow, in order to stretch her walls as much as possible so that your cock would slide in more and more easily. It was a wonderful sight you never thought you would see: Cho Miyeon on her hands and knees, with her shiny hair falling down her back and her expensive dress wrapped around her waist, at the complete mercy of your cock.

Soon you demanded more of yourself, and she did the same with her eyes.

Happy to comply with her demands you moved your hips faster, making the crashes of your pelvis more pronounced and louder. You had one hand on her left buttock, which you squeezed tightly, and the other on her waist to keep her in place as you let yourself be carried away by your own desire.

Miyeon sighed contentedly, crumpling the sheets with her fingers and biting her lip with her eyes locked on yours. Her moans filled the room, becoming more frequent and uncontrolled as the seconds passed. She let her face fall, her cheek now pressed against the mattress. Her hair covered her face, but you, needing to look at her at all times, uncovered it.

"Harder daddy..." she moaned, pressing her open hands against the mattress. "Be fucking ruthless with me... I'm ready to take it."

The response you gave was a spank that reverberated throughout the room; multiple more like this followed, each with the sole intention of making her really sting. Soon her buttocks were each glowing an intense red color.

Miyeon screamed again and again, her body being shaken between violent thrusts. She grabbed all of her hair and brushed it behind her back, then looked over her shoulder at you and gave you a suggestive look. You got the message: you grabbed her hair in a ponytail to forcefully pull it back, making her raise her head.

With a strong push you rested for a few seconds, with slow but strong pumps that left Miyeon breathless. Then without warning you returned to hammering her pussy so hard that the bed wobbled. She let out a scream, loud and desperate.

"For God's sake, keep going!" Miyeon groaned, hitting the bed and clutching the sheets again. "I'm cumming daddy! Ahhhh!"

You dragged her to her peak in a matter of seconds, pulling her closer to you so you could grab her neck and lift her back, which you pressed against your chest as you fucked her with frantic thrusts.

Miyeon exploded; you surrounded her abdomen with one arm, and with the other hand you clung to her neck. You turned her face to kiss her, drowning out her loud screams against your lips. She moved her hips back, fucking herself against your cock while you held her upright with your arms.

When her orgasm had passed you let her fall like dead weight forward; with that your cock came out of her pussy, but not for long.

She had fallen stomach flat against the mattress; you took her right leg and flexed it upwards, leaving the other extended. Then you went back inside her, with one hand on her right buttock.

Miyeon, with glassy eyes, let out a small tired moan and just relaxed.

"Come on daddy..." she murmured, feeling you deep again. "Use me for your pleasure. Let my pussy drain you."

You were too turned on at that point to be able to formulate a response. A growl rose from your throat and came out through your clenched teeth, as you fucked her again with rapid pumps, this time up and down.

Miyeon allowed herself to be used as a sex doll, an insignificant piece of meat that you could use at will to fulfill your carnal desires. She was just panting, her mouth half open with her weak eyes fixed on yours and her body being brutally railed.

The tickling in your abdomen was the indication that you were approaching that long-awaited orgasm that you had been wanting all night. You pumped quickly, your veins showing on your neck and one on your forehead.

Just as you were going to cum you pulled your cock out of Miyeon, took off the condom with a hasty yank, and masturbated over her ass until your orgasm hit.

She let out a satisfied sigh, watching as multiple jets of thick semen came out of your cock and fell onto her buttocks; these were covered with the thick liquid, forming a viscous layer that reflected the light from the ceiling.

When you discharged each drop you let out a long breath and sat back on your ankles. Miyeon put one hand on her ass and with two fingers collected some of your cum to take it to her mouth.

"Mmm..." she said, tasting it and then swallowing it. "Thank you for not being a selfish bastard and cumming outside."

"I figured you'd want to taste some after begging me like a whore," you replied, catching your breath.

Miyeon gave a low giggle and lay down on her side, letting the rest of your cum fall from her buttock onto the mattress.

"I knew from the first moment that you would know how to use that thing," she looked at your cock, still throbbing, and then at you. "I have no doubt that Soyeonie and Yuqi had a blast."

"Oh yeah? Well you looked horrified, woman," you laughed.

"How would you react if you arrived at the room where you will sleep for the next few days and found three naked people on your bed?"

You thought about it for a moment, staring into space. You then shrugged, finding no fault with her logic.

"Yes, I thought so," she continued. "Now, can you please find something to clean me with?"

"There's no bathroom in here," you pointed out. "I have no idea what I can get you."

"Just look for some clean sheets in the dressing room, I'll use that."

You nodded and stood up to go inside the dressing room. You took out a thin black sheet from one of the drawers in the third closet at the back. When you returned to the bedroom you threw it at Miyeon, who hurried to clean herself.

She then invited you to lie down and cuddle together to take a break.

After about ten minutes—maybe a little more, since Miyeon's body felt very comfortable in your arms—you got up and dressed again. She did her best to look as presentable as before, giving her makeup a few minor touch-ups and combing her hair.

Once Miyeon was as pretty, elegant and superb as always, you took your mugs back and left the bedroom laughing.

"Did you have a good time?" said a high-pitched voice behind you, as you exited the small hallway that led to the glass railing area.

You and Miyeon almost died of a heart attack. You turned around. Leaning against the wall to the left of the hallway was Soyeon, with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, staring at you.

That was the closest you'd ever come to knowing how those condemned to be executed by guillotine felt.

Your heart beated fast and strong. You gulped and gave a small glance at Miyeon—who was a living reflection of yourself—before taking a step forward.

"Soyeon, I-"

She pushed herself away from the wall and raised her hand to interrupt you.

"Shut up you fool," she snapped, putting her arms on her hips. "I'm not mad."

You and Miyeon wrinkled your brows and exchanged glances.

"Aren't you?" you asked, looking back at Soyeon.

"No, on the contrary, I'm even hornier because of this," she looked at Miyeon, who avoided her gaze. "You loved that cock, huh? With all that daddy daddy daddy. I could hear your screams from here."

Miyeon's cheeks burned with blush, no longer in pleasure like before, but in shame. She stammered a few clumsy syllables, looking at the floor.

"I know you did," Soyeon cut her. "You don't need to say anything," she looked at you. "Walk back, come on," she ordered, gesturing toward the bedroom.

The two of you led the way back, with Soyeon behind, as if she were a teacher taking two unruly students to her office.

You walked back into the bedroom, embarrassed by the fact that you hadn't even bothered to fix it when you came out. The black sheet was still there, with a white glob exposed to the naked eye. Soyeon didn't say anything about it, but it was something else that caught her attention.

"A condom huh?" Soyeon asked with a giggle, picking up the torn envelope from the floor. "How responsible."

Miyeon couldn't find a rock to hide under to appease the embarrassment; she had cheeks so red that you could mistake her for a dull-colored apple.

"I always fuck with a condom, please shut up," she finally dared to say, crossing her hands on her belly.

"Ah, really?" Soyeon raised an eyebrow, approaching you after placing the envelope on the nightstand. "Adorable. But it takes all the fun out of it."

Soyeon jumped with her heels still on and clung to you with her arms and legs to crash her lips against yours. She took you by surprise, but you accepted it: wrapping your girlfriend's petit frame with your arms.

Her intentions were not unknown to you: you already knew her well enough to know that what she was looking for was for you to throw her into bed; but to give it a little twist you let yourself fall on your back, so that Soyeon fell on top of you.

"Guys... uhm," Miyeon said to your right, sitting on the corner of the bed as the two of you kissed. "Are you just gonna pretend I don't exist or what?"

You broke away from the kiss to look at Miyeon, but before you said anything, Soyeon put her hand over your mouth and made you look at her. Those eyes made the message clear to you without her needing to say anything: 'Shut your mouth.'

Normally, that woman always had an elaborate plan in her prodigious head, so you didn't question her, even though part of that plan included completely ignoring Miyeon.

It wasn't until Soyeon attacked your neck with kisses that your mind lit up. The memory of what she had told you hours before came to you: 'It's easier to make her give in on her own.' There, looking at the ceiling between gasps, everything made sense to you.

Mother of god, Soyeon was evil.

From that moment on everything happened very quickly: in a matter of a couple of minutes you and Soyeon were already completely naked; you had groped and kissed every corner of your body before the expectant eyes of Miyeon, who couldn't stop moving nervously in the corner of the bed. She wanted to get into the action, her eyes showed it, but she wouldn't be the one to take the step.

You had settled yourself in the center of the bed; Soyeon had an idea that only strengthened the desire she had to make Miyeon desperate: she had turned around on top of you, adopting a 69 position only for Miyeon to see her sucking your cock while you ate her pussy.

"I want to at least be touched by you, just a measly little finger, please!" Miyeon whimpered.

Soyeon took your cock out of her mouth—which she had been sucking with an uncontrollable frenzy—, reached out to grab her own panties, and shoved them roughly into Miyeon's mouth to shut her up.

Miyeon let out a moan with Soyeon's panties inside her mouth: a moan that was more like a complaint than anything else, but your girlfriend had done her job. Despite your limited vision—with Soyeon's entire ass and pussy in your face—you could notice that she was now undressing at record speed.

"Pleaseee!" Miyeon whined again. "Either of you two, I'm begging!"

When she received no response from either of you, she began to touch herself. Her patience was already bordering on non-existence, and you could understand it more than perfectly; the worst thing you could do to a person like her was to deprive her of the attention she demanded.

The constant and somewhat exaggerated moans that Soyeon emitted with your cock inside her mouth didn't help either. You were eating her with hunger and dedication, squeezing her ass in the middle of passionate licking.

Miyeon's moans, small and adorable, now joined Soyeon's; these intensified when you brought your girlfriend to her orgasm.

Her body writhed on top of yours; her muscles were tensing and her joints were shaking. She could not have taken your cock out of her mouth, in fact she never did when you made her cum in that position, but this time she did it just to torture Miyeon.

"Fuck me now!" she said, hoping that her turn would be next.

You thought that was your entrance onto the scene; Soyeon had already gotten off you and was sitting on your side. Miyeon's gaze immediately fell on your cock, soaked and throbbing; it was a predatory, eager look.

But the evil did not die, it did not disappear. It rested and woke up when it was poked with a stick.

"No one's going to touch you until you say the words, baby." Soyeon said, brushing her hair off her sweaty forehead and brushing it behind her back.

Miyeon frowned, tilting her head with her mouth open.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked. "What words?! Jeon Soyeon!"

Soyeon ignored her—again—and climbed on top of you. She rested her feet on either side of your hips on the mattress, facing away from you, and took your cock inside her with a single downward thrust. You, like her, moaned out loud.

Miyeon's pussy was tight, but nothing was a match for your girlfriend; it was simply another level of grip and constriction around your cock.

You held on to Soyeon's waist with your hands, while she jumped up and down on your cock in a reverse cowgirl position, so that Miyeon could see in detail how with each jump Soyeon took you in and out completely.

"What the fuck are you talking about, dammit!" Miyeon moaned, hitting the bed as she rubbed her clit in circles with her other hand. "I just want you to fuck me and treat me like the princess I am!"

No word from you two, just moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and a fluid-soaked cock moving in and out of a tight pussy.

Soyeon jumped non-stop, with the seemingly inexhaustible energy that characterized her. Her loose hair formed a curtain that prevented you from seeing your cock disappear between her legs, so you gathered it all into a ponytail and held it in your fist.

After a few seconds she suddenly stopped and looked at you over her shoulder.

"Fuck me, baby," she said, panting. "Fill me with that load."

You let go of her hair and brought your hands to her waist, then planted your feet on the mattress and pumped quickly up and down, intensifying your own pleasure and consequently, your moans.

Adding to the cacophony of lewd sounds coming from you and Soyeon were more moans from Miyeon, including the constant slapping of her palm against her pussy as she fingered herself.

If you were going to fill your girlfriend's pussy to give Miyeon a good show, you were going to do it in style.

You made Soyeon fall back with a tug on her hair, her back now pressed against your chest; then you lifted her legs up and hugged them around the back of her knees, and now fucked her in full nelson.

"Oh fuck yes baby," Soyeon groaned. "Fuck that tight little pussy, destroy it, fill it deep!"

Soyeon's words came true a few seconds later.

The aggressive and rapid pumps brought you too quickly to an intense orgasm; it electrified your entire body, causing you to be unable to stop moaning as you filled your girlfriend's pussy between slower pumps.

"God... it feels so warm, so fucking delicious." Soyeon said after a long moan.

The load was too big and thick, to the point that you felt your cum leak out of Soyeon's walls and down your shaft until it pooled around your base. For Miyeon, the shock must have been such that she even stopped fingering herself.

It was happening.

"For the love of God, I can't take it anymore!" she screamed out of nowhere, like she was about to cry. "Fuck the condom, I just want to be fucked and breeded right now! I'm begging!"

Soyeon nodded satisfied. The princess had relented.

"Then start by coming here and cleaning, you needy little whore." Soyeon said between pants.

The speed with which Miyeon lunged forward made her look like a jumpscare from Five Nights at Freddy's. It even made you laugh a little.

She herself took out your cock from inside Soyeon's pussy, to greedily clean both parts soaked with cum. First she licked and slurped every drop that leaked from inside your girlfriend's pussy, and later she moved on to your cock to lick it all over. Soon your entire load—which had not been small—was swallowed by her.

When the work was done Soyeon got off you and looked at you. She nodded, giving you the green light.

Damn, finally.

The first thing you did was sit up and wrap your arms around Miyeon's body, pressing her against you and kissing her. Miyeon moaned against your lips, running her hands all over your body; one of these went to your cock, only to rub it gently with her palm as she knew you should still be sensitive.

After a few seconds you grabbed her thighs and pushed her back. She fell face up, instinctively with her legs wide open; Soyeon attacked them with kisses and bites, and you went to the upper body, to eat her tits and kiss her from her neck to her abdomen.

Soyeon began to eat her pussy, eliciting a moan from her that could be translated into sincere gratitude. You meanwhile knelt on the side of Miyeon's face, took your cock in one hand and rubbed it all over her face.

“Fuck my pretty face daddy, please,” Miyeon moaned, kissing your cock and looking at you with a pair of glistening eyes.

"I thought you were never going to ask for it."

Miyeon opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, you took your cock in there with a long sigh.

You grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and lifted her to turn her towards you; then you started moving your hips back and forth.

She moaned against your cock, which was going in and out almost all the way; the only thing stopping you from going all the way in with each pump was that little limit she had that you didn't want to push carelessly either.

Soyeon brought her to an orgasm too quickly, but that didn't stop the two of you; she continued to eat her out furiously, and you continued to fuck her mouth faster and harder.

Miyeon screamed with pleasure around your cock, which she also licked from behind with her tongue as it went in and out of her mouth. Her body shook between sharp spasms, her pussy grinding against Soyeon's mouth.

Eager to give her more pleasure, you leaned just enough to the right so you could reach out and rub her clit in quick circles, driving her even crazier.

She could no longer close her mouth around your cock due to the uncontrolled series of moans coming out of it, causing all of her saliva to spill out of her mouth and soak your shaft.

You grabbed a handful of her hair on the top of her head, using it to push her against your cock as you pumped, feeling yourself getting closer to cumming with each passing second.

Then Miyeon came again, twice as hard and twice as pleasurable for you to feel.

Soyeon had to make a tremendous effort to keep her pinned to the bed, holding her thighs. You on the other hand reached your peak after a few seconds, now cumming inside Miyeon's mouth.

“That's it, fuck…” you moaned, pumping slowly as you shot your cum down her throat. "Take it all, slut."

Miyeon swallowed your entire load diligently, even though she could barely control her body and the sounds emanating from her throat; you could hear the little chokes she had as she tried to swallow every drop.

"Damn, I need a break," you said between heavy breaths. You looked at Soyeon. "Honey, all yours."

You pulled out of Miyeon's mouth and went to lay your head on one of the pillows on the side of the bed. You made yourself as comfortable as possible, to enjoy the show that was coming.

Soyeon then left Miyeon's pussy, only to climb on top of her and straddle the princess's face. She moaned immediately, and you knew Miyeon's tongue had been the cause.

Unwilling to give Miyeon a break, your girlfriend leaned forward and took her two fingers inside her; you heard her muffled scream under Soyeon's ass, who held onto her thigh with her free hand, while with her other she quickly pumped her fingers.

"Mmm, come on princess, I know you know how to do it," Soyeon moaned after a couple of minutes, grinding her hips into Miyeon's face as she moved her wrist at supersonic speed.

You frowned, not knowing what she meant by that. But when you saw Miyeon raise her hips you knew, and you prepared accordingly.

After a few seconds Miyeon came, and an immense, pressurized squirt came out of her pussy; she wet you from your knee to part of your foot, also staining the sheets beneath her as the stream lost strength.

"What the fuck..." you muttered, watching as Miyeon's hips trembled. "Since when does she know how to do that?"

You received no response as the next one to cum was Soyeon. She held onto Miyeon's thighs and buried her face in her pussy, while she ground her trembling hips against her face.

The next few seconds were probably just muffled moans against flesh, until Soyeon, already tired, got off Miyeon with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

Miyeon's chest rose and fell violently, as if she had run two marathons in a row. You sat up to look at her; her eyes immediately met yours.

"Are you okay, Miyeonie?" you asked, kneeling next to her.

"Daddy..." she took a deep breath, trying to get her brain working for a moment. "Fuck me, please... Fuck me and put a huge fucking seed inside me."

You raised both eyebrows in amusement.

"And you're sure you can handle it?" you pointed to her shaking legs.

"I didn't ask for your mercy, you damned fool," she snapped with a frown. "I asked you to put a baby in my damn belly."

A laugh escaped Soyeon. You exchanged glances with her, impressed by that last bit.

"Just give her what she wants, otherwise the spoiled bitch will cry again," she said, kneeling next to her.

"Well," you shrugged. "Clearly I'm not going to refuse."

You grabbed Miyeon by her thighs and pulled her close to you; she then spread her legs wide open, giving you the green light to penetrate her pussy with a single thrust.

She greeted you with a whimper. You held on to her waist and then she held on to your wrists, receiving quick thrusts from the start. Soyeon joined in immediately, getting on her hands and knees to kiss Miyeon's lips and tits.

Miyeon's thighs served as a grip for the next few seconds; you squeezed them under your fingers, hard and backwards, pressing them against her upper body. You were already hammering her pussy hard, mercilessly, just like you knew she wanted it.

Soyeon slipped a hand between Miyeon's legs, where she once again set out to stimulate her clitoris so quickly that it brought her to another inevitable orgasm.

Miyeon squirmed and rolled her eyes, her mouth permanently open. You felt her legs shake and her back bend upward as her spasms attacked her, but that didn't stop you, on the contrary you went even stronger.

"You better get ready, bitch," Soyeon told Miyeon, removing her hand from between her thighs. "You will have no rest until that load is inside you."

She was absolutely right. You weren't planning on giving that woman a break after making a whole scene of whining and tantrums to get fucked. You would give her what she deserved.

No sounds of any kind came out of Miyeon, only hints of moans that got stuck in her throat and disappeared with each thrust. Her eyes were half-closed; in them you could only glimpse a fixed white spot. Her hands were paralyzed as well, one on each side of her hips, with her fingers bent downwards and her nails digging into the sheet.

Another orgasm shook her as if she had received the shock of a defibrillator, but that didn't stop you either. You adjusted her position a little: you extended her left leg and sat on top of her thigh, and put her other leg on top of your shoulder. In this way you continued pumping between grunts.

Miyeon had reverted to her sex doll status, to a piece of meat whose only purpose was to drain your cock. There was a moment when she finally opened her eyes and looked at you; you only saw two wells of tears, which spilled down her cheeks and ruined some of her makeup.

She reached out a hand towards you, brushing your abdomen with the tips of her fingers as you fucked her.

"Give me your seed daddy..." she managed to say with complete serenity, even though her body was shaken non-stop and was full of sweat. "Put it all inside me… every drop… I beg you."

Soyeon put her hand to her mouth, watching the whole scene. She shook her head.

"Jesus Christ, what a fucking whore," she said.

Miyeon came one last time, and a few seconds later you followed. You gritted your teeth; your entire jaw clenched and your fingers gripping the flesh of her thigh as you sank inward. You shot every drop of cum that was left in your balls, making sure to leave that load deep inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes..." Miyeon whimpered, bringing her hands to her face and combing her hair back, overcome with pleasure. "My god, it feels so fucking good... put it all in, fuck, all of it. Don't you dare waste any drop."

You pumped slowly, with your mouth half open and your gaze fixed on Miyeon's weak, teary eyes. She arched her back and shifted on the bed, her nails digging into your lower abdomen.

Seconds later every possible drop of cum was inside her. You knew you did a good job when you pulled out of her pussy and only a small trickle managed to leak past her folds.

Already completely exhausted and drained, you fell next to Miyeon, lying on your side and supported by your elbow. You looked at her, realizing that she had fallen asleep instantly. You then exchanged glances with Soyeon, who was staring at you from before.

"What?" you asked.

"I want you to know that whatever happens in that womb is your responsibility."

You thought about it for a second and then realized that Miyeon shouldn't be on birth control for the mere fact that she always used a condom.

But fuck it, there were solutions and you didn't have time to think about it. You plopped down, head now lying on the mattress on the side of Miyeon's face.

"I'll go out in the morning to buy her the pill," you said, closing your eyes.

"It can't be more than 12 hours, otherwise it won't be as effective," she pointed out.

"Don't worry honey, I've got it under control," you nodded, clasping your hands on your abdomen. "Are you coming to cuddle?"

Soyeon stood up and crawled until she was on top of you, straddling you and covering your face with kisses.

"I would love to, handsome," she said between kisses. "But I can't disappear for the rest of the night and leave Yuqi and Minnie alone and drunk."

You laughed and opened your eyes, wrapping your arms around her.

"The last time I saw Yuqi she fell on her ass, and she wasn't even that drunk.

"Then I must go with greater haste to put things in order, lest a disaster occur."

Soyeon gently cradled your face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on your lips before standing up.

"You stay and take care of the princess. Rest," she continued. "It's up to you if you want to rejoin the party, but she won't wake up until morning."

You gave a thumbs up.

"I'll be down there in an hour, you have my word."

"I'll be waiting there, honey," she replied as she got dressed.

Soyeon left the bedroom a few minutes later, leaving you alone with the sleeping beauty.

You were forced to place her with you on the opposite side of the bed, on top of the pillows. You tried to separate her from you so she had space, but as soon as she felt your warmth she clung with her arms and legs to you like a koala.

Trying to push her away was useless, but it didn't bother you either; you were so exhausted that you just wanted to close your eyes and rest.

And so you did, since after a few minutes you had already fallen asleep. The last thought you had was the inevitable anguish that if luck wasn't on your side, you would have gotten Princess Cho pregnant.

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dwaekkicidal · 4 months ago

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thoughts on owner channie w puppy seungmin & kitty reader w owner lino >ᴗ<?

the way i started pacing my room after reading this and waiting for my computer to turn on so i could write something LMFAO-

also u must be in my walls or something because ive been going batshit crazy over hybrids lately but i havent told anybody? get out of my head???

do NAWT ask me how this has 1.4k words... i will not explain myself.

nsfw below the cut» x reader mainly but mxm at the very end

anywhoooo.... onwards!

so lets just say that we have owner!channie who doesn't know what to do when his puppy!seungmin becomes a brat all of a sudden. he's growling at every male hybrid he looks at, not listening when channie tells him to do something, and even humping + cumming on a pillow or two (definitely more than that but channie doesn't have to know that)

and then he's meeting up with his best friend, kitty-owner!lino, who mocks his best friend for not being able to prove himself as the "head dog of the house"

he keeps up this teasing up until channie describes a few more behaviors that rings alarms in lino's head and he realizes that his friend's stupid mutt is just going into heat!! and lil ol' channie didn't think that far ahead so he's absolutely not prepared to deal with his puppy's first heat alone

but then lino reminds him that he has a pretty, well-behaved kitty sitting at home with no mate and her own heat on its way soon~ so they agree to have them meet and plan everything out

the first time you meet, seungmin is absolutely losing his shit >< he can smell you before he sees you and you just so smell so. sweet. his heat makes the smell a million times worse and he just wants to eat you alive. more figuratively than literally but he doesn't think he would mind taking a chomp or two-

and channie is absolutely mind-boggled that the stupid brat he's been dealing with all week is suddenly being good, all thanks to the mere presence of another hybrid.

little does he know it's only thanks to how hard seungmin is biting his cheek so that he doesn't bend you over right here, right now in the middle of this park where everybody would see

after that they move fast, thanks to seungmin's heat starting early, and lino prepares you as much as he can before helping you settle into channie's guest room

channie even put a mini fridge in there- filled it to the brim with both of your favorite drinks+water, put a huge stack of blankets and spare clothes on top of the dresser, and filled a few dresser drawers to the brim with snacks

channie took the week off of work while lino opted to "work from home" and they stayed close by, camping out in the living room together and "reluctantly" listening closely so they could hear any possible calls for help from either of you

but no matter how much preparation they made, they were not in the slightest prepared for how almost feral seungmin became

the first few hours were the most unbearable, it was hard for you to get used to this stupid, insatiable mutt and his unnecessarily big knot. but you did get used to it eventually!

it only took multiple rounds and your poor cunt getting overfilled with his cum, much to his dismay. it only made him angry and pushed him to fuck into you even harder as he whined and complained about how you "need to take it better" so he could fuck a litter or two into you.

& both men could hear the growling as well as the plap plap plap of seungmin's balls hitting your poor, abused cunt >< your moans and cries bleeding through the walls to the point where channie thought for a second he would get the cops called on him for a noise complaint

but he stopped worrying about that when the few seconds of silence were disrupted by even more sobs and begs for seungmin to give you his pups!

though, minnie took such good care of you after each round!! he made sure you drank enough water and was good on snacks until lino came in with the bigger meals for both of you. but, that was all thrown out the window when he found himself rock hard, yet again.

he just couldn't hold himself back from folding you into every position he could think of that would keep you below him, at his mercy, and keep your pretty, puffy pussy ready for him at all times

channie felt like it was constant. like the two of you had spent every minute of those days drooling over each other and fucking each other's brains out.

which to some degree was true... neither of you could deny that, but you both still got... occasional breaks! they may or may not have been short-lived before seungmin was ready to go again, but nobody needs to know that!

all that your owners needed to know was that, by the time seungmin's heat was over, you were well bred and he felt like himself again!

but- oh! would you look at that? your owners came in to help you guys clean up after the fact, but it appears that seungmin managed to trigger your heat... but not to worry! he is very keen on repaying you for your help and is already shoving his cock into you before lino can even get out the door~

so,, maybe you guys weren't exactly done yet.

bonus;

puppy!seungmin realizing he had a lot of fun misbehaving during his heat so, now that you and him are well acquainted and hang out multiple times throughout the week, he goes out of his way to make his owner's life miserable~

fucks you into every surface he can think of: the dining table, the kitchen counters, the bathroom sink, the bathtub/shower, the coffee table, the couch, against the windows, in the middle of the hallway, channie's desk...

channie's bed

& seungmin always makes sure you make the biggest mess possible so that he can see the veins on channie's neck pops out when he blames it on his "instincts"

it pushes ALL of channie's buttons. not only does he have to clean up the insane amounts of cum all around his place, but he also has to smell sex literally everywhere all while he "can't" get his dick wet :((

so i bring you: owner!lino who lets owner!channie fuck you, his eager kitty, into the mattress all the while puppy!seungmin is all but tied to a chair.

lino watches over him and makes sure that he doesn't touch himself, cum, or even look away from the bed, for that matter

double bonus; mxm continuation of ^

lino's got his big, veiny hands jerking minnie off only to pull away and leave him leaking when he almost cums for the nth time :((

& channie's never subjected him to anything like this before so he caves a lot sooner than any of them thought; tears prickling his pretty boba eyes and his cock an angry red as it twitches with each apology that comes out of his lips

but.. oh! their pretty kitty is too tired to go another round? 'oh im sorry minnie.' poor pup. 'what will we do with you now?'

it doesn't take long for channie to fold. he loves his puppy and he would do anything to make those stupid tears go away- even if that means splitting him in half on his cock <3

he'd always thought about fucking his pretty mutt, but never thought it was on the table until those big, begging puppy dog eyes stared up at him all watery and his puppy was sitting there begging him to help him :(

he can't help himself when he lays down and lets seungmin have his way with his cock! but then all of a sudden lino joins in- letting his kitty take a nap and rest while he slides a hand around seungmin's waist and the other in his hair

he controls his hip movements like this and snaps at channie when he tries to tell minho to 'just let him do what he wants.'

no. no. no. absolutely not. 'stupid pup needs to learn his lesson.'

lino makes them change positions so that they can eiffel tower him; lino fucking his throat raw while channie's dicking him down hard enough to make the boy feel him in his tummy <3

& he's making the biggest mess all over the sheets!! a mixture of drool and precum soaking dark spots into channie's previously clean sheets, the realization making something in channie snap hehe

yea. im sick in the head over this. thank u anon i love you so much

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smutoperator · 10 months ago

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Crossing The River

Cho Miyeon, "Megan" Park Jiwon, Nicha Yontararak (Minnie) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, creampie, daddy talk, dirty talk, (lots of) deepthroat, facial, painal, role-playing, spa sex, threesome (FFM)

Word count: 10811

Morning time

The life of a regular worker in South Korea isn't easy. The long, steinous shifts, the lack of labor protection laws, and proposals to extend workdays to over 20 hours are the rule there. And they are even worse for the very few foreign workers like you, milked to earn every extra cent businesses want to get. It was barely 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning when you got a call from your workplace saying you had to work today. You had very little time to prepare yourself, and even on a Saturday, the morning train commute from Incheon to Seoul was just as crowded as on a typical weekday. You arrived 2 minutes late, which led to your always rude boss scolding you.

"You can't come in late; we have a very important pair of guests today, and I assigned you to their room," your boss yelled at you. You didn't answer anything; your face just looked disgruntled as you prepared yourself for the job. Today, you were going to take care of the spa's luxury accommodations. Normally, there is more than one person there, but the spa was severely understaffed. But you were all alone and already dreading the experience of being overworked on what was supposed to be a rest day.

You entered the main room, which was empty. You started searching for the guests in the bedroom, the massage room, and the manicure room, but couldn't find them. It took a while, but in your last search, you finally found a pair of women lying on a bathtub with just their beautiful faces and soft feet, not underwater.

"You're a little late," Miyeon told you. "I apologize," you immediately answered her back. "No worries; I'm sure you can make up for it," Jiwon said. "Thanks; I'll do my best," you replied back. "Sure, you can; you can start with our feet," Miyeon continued. You quickly obliged, giving both their feet a massage. "That's good, but you should go further," Miyeon continued. "Tell me, how further do you want me to go?" you asked her back.

"How about we start kissing our little feet?" Miyeon said. It wasn't the first time a client had asked such a thing. You always declined such flirty requests as they were against the spa's rules and could get you fired, triying to explain them about it. But they pushed back. "We are your clients; we make the rules," Miyeon punched back. "Now kiss it." Surely you did, but that didn't let them get happier or anything; it just got them emboldened once they found out you could indeed break the rules. It wasn't long enough until Miyeon asked for more.

"Take those clothes off and jump on the tub," she ordered. Where the hell was she going with it? You started asking yourself. But despite her very direct orders, Jiwon and her were such cuties and reacted so well to your little kissing that you decided the best way to be a good worker was to break your own work's rules as you took your shirt and pants off, leaving just your trousers on, and slowly entered that full of foam and glowing green water tube, going towards Miyeon and Jiwon, who waited for you on the other side of it.

They did indeed have a plan, as you were greeted by Jiwon with a pair of kisses right in your mouth. Miyeon got behind both of you and quickly took the turns as the one kissing you. She had a very torrid yet ultra-romantic way of moving her lips. Soon, Jiwon joined in, kissing your back, and you were already sandwiched by this pair of beauties. If Jiwon was the one handling the more romantic stuff, Miyeon was already thinking of naughtier thoughts, as she was already searching for the bulge under your pants. It was still soft, but that wasn't going to last for long with the touch from her soft little hands.

As Jiwon put her hands on your chest and carressed it, her friend finally took your cock off your trousers. "That's a really nice cock," Miyeon said, leading Jiwon to giggle behind you. Jiwon tried to get her hands on it, but Miyeon quickly closed her window, bumping her chest against your bare belly. Both Miyeon and Jiwon took the top of their one-piece bathing suits off, and Miyeon got a good grab of your cock, sliding it slowly between her soft boobs. as she got on her knees. Jiwon once again tried to join as she touched her friend's breasts while they gave your cock a little massage.

Miyeon slapped your cock on her boobs and gave you a naughty look, prompting you to retribute with a hot and long kiss. Jiwon didn't want to be left out of the fun for long and pushed herself in front of you as both pushed you to the edge of the tub and got on their knees with only their heads not underwater to take turns licking your already thobbing head. Jiwon took it in her mouth first, while Miyeon moved her tongue around your shaft. As Jiwon sucked you deeper, Miyeon shifted her focus to your balls before getting her turn, while Jiwon moved her body up for some more kisses and a little lick of your chest.

"Do you like how my girlfriend sucks your cock, baby?" Jiwon played with you, pretending Miyeon was her girlfriend. "For sure, she's so sexy," you replied, hugging Jiwon as she rested her face on your chest, and both of you watched Miyeon suck you off. Miyeon let out a smirky laugh, almost telling you not to steal her "girlfriend," as Jiwon moved back down and sucked your shaft with more intensity, making you curse for the first time as it reached the depths of her throat. She kept sucking it faster and harder, while Miyeon was now the one licking your chest and getting your kisses. Jiwon was having a lot of fun, enjoying your good reactions as moans as she sucked your prick, leading Miyeon to take a watch as her younger girlfriend kept going.

"You weren't expecting this, weren't you?" Jiwon asked as she kept moving all the way up and down your shaft, giving it hard strokes and fast licks. "You want some more?" Miyeon asked. "Yes, she's so good," you replied. "Then let's go inside," Miyeon said just as Jiwon stopped, and you kissed them both, staring at their beautiful, cute smiles.

Miyeon and Jiwon dried their bodies but still kept their messy hairs wet as they moved towards the bedroom. Now all three of you were naked as Jiwon still led the charge, now simultaneously kissing you while stroking your cock while Miyeon scratched her long nails in your back. You then turned around and gave Miyeon more kisses, but Jiwon kept her hands on your cock while you two enjoyed each other. "So hot watching you make out with my boyfriend," Jiwon said, continuing her ambigous role play where she was both your and Miyeon's girlfriend. You embraced it, kissing Miyeon harder in front of your girlfriend and letting her stroke your cock while Jiwon now moved her hands all over your body, carving your armpits and legs, but especially your cock, while Miyeon was now stroking it. You answered your girlfriend's moves, caressing her back and eventually reaching her soft ass.

"Your boyfriend's dick is so cute," Miyeon said to Jiwon, fully embracing the role-playing, getting on her knees and sucking it under the watchful eye of Jiwon, who, looking a little jealous, sought your attention, turning your face towards her for more kisses. "You like how my girlfriend sucks your cock?" she asked while kissing you. "Yes, she is so beautiful," you responded as both settled on their roles of kisser and sucker. But not for long, as the more Jiwon watched Miyeon dive on your hard pole, the more she wanted to join the fun. And what a nasty way she decided to do it! Getting on all fours, Jiwon ducked her diminutive body under yours, going for your balls at first, before putting her chin a little back up and putting her tongue in your asshole.

"Holy shit," you screamed as Jiwon massaged your rim, craving more as you reached your right hand on her hair and pushed her head against your ass. Miyeon was just a few centimeters away from her, still fellating you, but she couldn't even see her friend's face, now fully buried in your anus. You now pressed both their heads against your body, using your right hand to grab Miyeon's hair and have her take a deepthroat. "Show me your tongue," you ordered to her when she gagged, then thrusting your cock back in her mouth soon after at moderate speeds. "Get in my ass, baby," you told Jiwon, albeit in truth she had never left her tongue out of your butthole, feeling on top of the world as you had two beautiful girls on their knees stimulating you.

Jiwon now moved towards your balls, surprising you as her small head suddenly appeared between your legs while Miyeon started a no-hands blowjob. You gave a couple pumps to Miyeon's mouth, rubbing your balls against Jiwon's as well. "Kiss her." The duo continued to gang on your cock, sharing their regular duties. Miyeon is working on your shaft, and Jiwon is working on your balls. It stayed that way until you took Miyeon's hands and got her up, looking at the enticing bad waiting for you just at the side. Jiwon followed suit, getting up just as her unnie did. At first, you just watch them kiss each other, with Miyeon taking most of the initiative. You quickly joined them, tucking Miyeon's wet hair to see their faces better as you put yourself right in the middle, sharing a triple kiss.

"Let's suck this cock," Jiwon said after a few more kisses as both crawled towards you. Miyeon got there first, once again not needing her hands to engulf your big shaft. "You like how I suck your boyfriend's dick, don't you, Megan?" she asked Jiwon, using her English name. She didn't answer, rather asking a question of her own: "Does that pretty little mouth feel good?" as Miyeon continued to take it. "Yes, so hot, baby, keep going," you approved. Megan kissed you as she then went to take a slice of it, only to be met by a possessive Miyeon, with both racing to see who would take the most of your pole. But they once again quickly learned how to share the task, with Miyeon still sucking the shaft while Megan rubbed her tongue open and down on the edges.

You then moved towards giving each of their throats a few soft pumps, alternating between Miyeon and Megan until the latter started bobbing your head in your cock and fucking it in and out of her mouth. "Spit on it," you told her as you facefucked Miyeon, who also spitted on it as you fucked Megan's mouth, then took turns between them with Megan still doing her head-bobbing while Miyeon preferred to be passively throated, finishing with a massive deepthroat, which Megan tried to match and managed to do with ease. "That's hot," you said about their next move as they shared your tip between their lips. "Ohhhh yes," you groaned as Megan once again did her head-bobbing signature move on your cock before climbing up to kiss you and give you the following suggestion.

"I want to see my girlfriend riding your cock," she said to you with her radiant smile. "Wow, she's gonna be even hotter than when sucking that dick," you replied as you got back in bed and prepared yourself for it. Miyeon got on top of you as you rested on Megan's belly before she gave you another kiss. Miyeon sat her ass on your shaft before getting up and lining it to her entrance as Megan caressed your hair. She put it in her pussy and let out a soft angelic moan, with a slow but deep ride from the start, which you found very hot and approved of a lot. "So good inside me," Miyeon said as she bounced on you while Megan sat on your face for you to eat her out.

Miyeon kissed Megan as she kept working on your cock. Her pace was very steady, using the lessons a certain old Japanese friend had given her, even though her ride was softer in comparison to Sana's frenetic pace. Megan chimmed in, kissing Miyeon and then spanking her ass. Miyeon switched her motion, tilting her body down and taking longer thrusts as she sucked Megan's tits when reaching the top of her ride. "Bounce on his cock," Megan ordered her as Miyeon increased her pace while still keeping her friend's tits in her mouth while you ducked your hands in between your bodies and poked her navel. The ride heated up Miyeon. "That feels so fucking good," she said, as Megan watched her while you increased the pace of licking her slit.

Megan reacted to it and started moving her hips in a circular motion as you buried your tongue deep in her folds. Her moans were pretty loud and had plenty of range. She could really showcase her vocal talents in any situation. Miyeon moved to a straighter, faster bounce as Megan increased her loudness, both now overwhelming your body as their tight holes had you on a chokehold. Miyeon's cheeks started to clap against your hips as she kept applying to you the cock-riding teachings of Sana, trading hot kisses with her friend. Megan enjoyed what she was seeing and spanked Mieyon's butt once again, to which Miyeon responded by going even harder.

Miyeon got overwhelmed when Megan came up and started fingering her asshole, which gave you an opportunity to be the one now thrusting upwards against her pussy. Miyeon quickly regained control, but Megan wanted more, replacing her fingers with her tongue as she worked on Miyeon's rectum just like she did on yours. "Oh, that feels amazing," Miyeon moans as she moves towards a slower ride that lets her enjoy Megan's tongue on her ring and even provokes it. "You like licking my beautiful, clean ass and putting your nasty tongue on it, don't you, Megan?" she asked.

"Take it out and suck it." You rewarded Megan's efforts by letting her eat the juices of Miyeon's pretty pussy. "Such a dirty girl," you told her as she put her mouth deep in your cock and grabbed it with her small hands. Miyeon crawled on top of you as you tasted your own cock from her wet folds, taking your shaft by herself once more and starting a 69 while Megan worked on your balls. You couldn't resist for long and thursted your hips up to fuck her warm mouth. Megan surely thanked those efforts as your cock got much wetter as she got ready to jump on it.

Megan rubbed your shaft a little at her entrance before sliding it with ease inside her thin body. "Ahhhhhh!" Her moan was like music to your ears; it had the perfect mix of cuteness and sexiness. She was so small that your cock filled her to the fullest from the start, leading her to take it slow as she filled the room with soft, nasally sounding moans between kisses on Miyeon. Megan kept searching for the better angle, and when she found it, she wasn't afraid of bouncing fast from the start as Miyeon said dirty words to her ear. Megan rode you like she had something to prove, and it wasn't long until her cheeks were clapping between her hard bounces. She was tiny but not afraid of taking a big one, stretching her out to the maximum from the beginning. Her moans got louder, but she kept going.

Her ride didn't last long, as you responded to her aggressive bounce with hard thrusts that hit her cervix every single time, shaping her little hole with your cock. Megan's moans now had gotten so loud that it was like she was singing an opera in bed as she clinged to Miyeon's tits and held herself into her body. You too started groaned at each pump, muffled by Miyeon's slit on top of your mouth. "OH MY GOD, THIS COCK FEELS SO GOOD!!!!" Megan screamed so hard that she almost ended up biting Miyeon's nipples. Her unnie could only laugh, as she was clearly not prepared for it. "AHHHHHH. " FUCKKKK! She screamed again when you slapped her ass. But Megan enjoyed it and wanted to make it harder on herself.

"Choke me hard," she asked Miyeon as her unnie grabbed her neck and had both her pussy and throat now tightened. Miyeon kissed her and granted Megan her wish as her face turned red. But Megan wasn't totally powerless either, taking back control of her ride just as she got choked. Megan was extremely loud in bed; it felt like she was auctioning as she screamed her lungs out. And you wanted to make sure she continued, taking advantage to pound her harder and having zero regard for whether any spa employee could hear you. Miyeon poked her, enjoying the best of both worlds, as she teased Megan while getting eaten out. "Ahahahaha!" Miyeon laughed as she tried to mirror Megan's ride and grinded on your face.

It turns out that just watching was much better. Miyeon let you do the work, resting on your face and resting on the headboard while you grabbed Megan's waist to push her down your shaft, her hands grabbing your knees. "AHHHHHH!" she screamed again as you spanked her butt and moved your hands up to reach her tits. Miyeon was really enjoying it, as she started fingering herself at the action between you and Megan, only interrupting it when she was ready to make her next move.

"I want to take it in my asshole," she said, no ifs ands and buts. Megan was shocked to hear her say it. "I thought you weren't into anal sex," she said. "We can always try to improve," Miyeon replied. She was much more careful. Her butthole was even tighter and made you groan with just the tip in as she tried to ease herself into it. Miyeon kept her hands on your shaft and slowly moved down. You groaned, and she moaned every single time she descended an extra centimeter. You were very kind and let her set the pace and adjust herself, leading into a slow-paced romantic anal fuck as you too filled the room with your soft out-of-breath noises.

"I want you to sit on his face," Miyeon demanded to Megan as she put her hands on your chest and maintained her slow yet sexy ride. Megan climbed back on top of you to muffle your groans as you started blowing hot air into her folds. Miyeon wasn't lying when she said anal was still a challenge to her in contrast to the way she dominated vaginal sex, as just a little extra dig of you inside her made her gasp. Megan took notice and contrasted her enjoyment with Miyeon's struggle. "Oh, I love this filthy tongue in my tight, little pussy," she said to her friend's face as she kissed Miyeon, who kept gasping from time to time.

"God. Holy crap!" Miyeon kept uttering words and clinging to Megan as her riding skills weren't translating to anal. Her friend just watched. It turns out Megan's indifference was what made Miyeon toughen up and finally start adjusting herself to her tight rectum being ripped apart like never before. It helped that Megan finally aided her as she placed her hands on Miyeon's butt and helped spread her ass. Her ring loosening up meant you could increase the pace and thurst a little harder, which Miyeon managed to take, but not totally free of some growing pains.

You quickly showed some mercy towards Miyeon, pulling out as she quickly put her left hand back in her sore hole before putting it back inside and grabbing her ass firmly, making sure to spread it as much as you could. This ended up being much more enjoyable for her, while Megan gave some pats to her friend's back. "Unnie is learning it well," she said when Miyeon finally took some courage to try a faster bounce, which really got her going. However, Megan didn't let it last long.

"I want you to take a turn in my ass," she said. "Yes, baby," you approved. Miyeon ceded her position on top of you but then went to taste her clean, flower-smelling butthole as Megan was making out. "Yes, I want to fuck your ass," you reiterated to Megan, signaling it was her turn. Miyeon gave your tip a little lick and lined it towards Megan's bum as she fingered her anus a little to ease it out for your cock, but even with her friend's helping hand, it still took some time to find it. Similarly to Miyeon, Megan had a tight, tiny hole that made you groan from the moment you got inside it. Unlike her friend, she had much less of an issue taking it in the ass, riding your prick moderately from the start.

"Yes, fuck my big dick," you bragged to Megan, who obliged. "Oh my God," you said as you hit the depths of her anus for the first time. Just like when you take her in the pussy, Megan mantained her style of loud, opera-esque moans. "That's good," you told her just at the time she sttruggled a little, something you couldn't afford to do to Miyeon with another girl sitting on your face. You and Megan quickly develop good chemistry as you thurst upwards inside her butthole much faster than you did to Miyeon. When her moans make her voice crack, you can easily tell it's time to go easier on her, but when she screams perfectly, you know you can pick up the pace.

"AHHHH FUCK," Megan cracks as you dig deeper in her hole. You kindly spread her butt as the edges of her rectum start turning red, reassuring her as she tries to go faster. "Yes, baby, keep going," you encourage her. Megan pushes through; even the pain is somewhat pleasurable to her, as she finally gets on the rythym with wiggling jiggles against your cock that send you over the moon. "I love the way you stretch my ass," she tells you just as you pull out of her. Unlike in Miyeon's case, Megan's butthole is quite gaped, just like her pussy. "Good girl, let's keep going for a little," you tell her as you spank her butt and she inserts your cock back in.

"Spread her ass," you ask Miyeon, who laugs and does it. You reach deeper into Megan's anus, but after a while, you want new challenges as you pull out of her. "Taste your ass, baby," you tell Megan, who dives on your cock as Miyeon takes on your balls before Megan takes it all by herself. "I wanna do my asshole again," Miyeon asks as she challenges herself once more. "Turn around and put your ass up," you ask her as you tongue her ring while Megan fingers herself while watching it. You slap Miyeon's butt and try to ease her entrance as much as possible, knowing she's gonna need it as you get ready to top her. Even after the first fuck, her asshole hasn't changed much and is still tight. You enter it from behind very calmly but manage to insert your full length with ease. Getting on all fours turns out to be a much more comfortable position for Miyeon than cowgirl.

"Oh, fuck, that's perfect," Miyeon tells you, who takes her slow but deep, finding the rhythm from the start. She enjoys it much more this time. "Hmm, you like it in the ass now," you tell her. "Yes, I do," she answers while you look into Megan's eyes and kiss her as she enjoys herself. Megan asks the same question as you did and gets the same answer from Miyeon, who now fingers her friend's pink pussy along with Megan. You go faster, putting Miyeon on the edge; she never got an anal orgasm before, but you are getting there. "So much fucking dick in my ass," she tells you, still in awe. Megan spreads her cheeks, but Miyeon really doesn't need it anymore; she's much better adjusted and in a more preferable position than during the first time. "Wow, you're so deep," she says. Could you be the one who finally manages to unlock her anal pleasures?

You push harder, mounting on Miyeon like you would a more experienced girl. She moans and laughs, just enjoying your dominance over her rectum. "Yes, right there," she says as you continue to pound her. "I'm ready to cum," she says as her hole clenches and she squirts into the bedsheets. Megan is definitely impressed. "I want you to fuck me just like that too," she says right to your eyes as you pull out of Miyeon and give some kisses to her neck and a little pat in the ass in approval. "That's my dirty girl who loves asses," you say as Megan quickly jumps to taste your cock. "Suck it too, baby," you tell Miyeon.

You prepare Megan the same way you prepared Miyeon. Her more flexible asshole means it's an easier job, but you keep it consistent, calmly inserting it in her anus as she reacts with a big smile when you go in. "That's my dirty little slut," you say to her. "You look so good fucking her in the ass," Miyeon says as Megan gives her classic flawless screams. "Yes, take it, my little baby," you tell her. "Make me cum," she orders you as you penetrate her at a 90-degree angle from her body, fully topping Megan as she inches closer to orgasm as she rests her head on the bedsheets. You let Miyeon give you extra help as she spits on Megan's already massively gaped butthole and provides you with the extra grip you need to make her scream her way to orgasm. Megan now rests her entire body in the bed as you pound her ass in a prone bone position and go balls deep on her, to which she eventually caves and cums on the sheets.

Miyeon was the one playing the "dirty girl" role this time, as she chimes in and tastes your cock. But she's actually just preparing herself. She took your cock as deep as she could, making sure it was wet from top to bottom, jerking it off compulsively. As she gave her final spit on it, Miyeon sat on it once again, this time in reverse. "Yes, give me that sexy ass," you told her as she inserted it. "Oh my God," she said as she put it full length inside her anus for a third and final time. "Shit, I love your boyfriend's fucking cock," she told Megan as she started to bounce. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said as she fingered her needy cunt and adjusted it to your length.

"I love taking this cock," she said with a big smile on her face, riding it faster as you also started pounding her from down low and both your bodies clashed. "More, more, more, more," she asked as she increased her intensity. "Hmm, you love jumping on this fucking cock, baby," Megan poked her. And Miyeon surely did. "I'm ready to bounce this fucking cock until I die," she said. The teachings Sana gave her were finally working, but she was about to get things flipped on her head.

"Lay on me," you "ordered" her, actually just pushing her back towards your chest. You grabbed both Miyeon's legs and took control of the fun. "I love the way your balls fucking clap when you fuck my ass," were her last words. What came after were just moans as you hit her hard and deep, Megan helping you as she fingered Miyeon's pussy. "Taje this cock, Megan said as she helped lift Mieyon's legs fully up in the year. From the dominant girl riding on top of the world, Miyeon was now a submissive slut, taking the roughest anal pounding she ever did in a full nelson. Her butthole was on fire as you obliterated it full speed, giving her no rest whatsoever. But Miyeon didn't mind whatsoever, just searching to cum again as Megan kept rubbing her clit and you kept destroying her insides.

"Wanna cum all over my boyfriend's cock?" Megan asked her. "Yeah," Miyeon replied, twisting as she continued to get stretched out. "Don't stop, don't stop," she commanded. "Ohhhh fuck! Right fucking there," Miyeon said, and you pounded her with all your might. Megan took advantage and gave her a deep kiss. You now had Miyeon's body bouncing in sync with your cock. "That's so fucking deep inside my ass," she said as you pulled out, making an air pop come out of her asshole. Megan was quick to scoop your cock up, not sharing it with her unnie whatsoever, just like Miyeon did earlier to her.

Miyeon rested herself in the bed, feeling a lot of soreness and wondering how she would even walk back to the afternoon practice. Meanwhile, Megan was deepthroating you, wishing for her turn to be even better. "Good, baby, come here and give me your tight little ass," you asked Megan as she sat on top of you. Unlike Miyeon, Megan offered no resistance, letting you pound her hard from the start as she fingered her clit. "AHHHHHH!" she screamed once more as her legs closed, letting you take advantage of her. "Lay down on me," you said just like you did to Miyeon, giving Megan a pounding that made her let out glass-shattering screams, spreading her legs at a 120-degree angle.

"Harder," Megan said, and you granted her wish, making what you did to Miyeon look like child's play. Megan's legs tingled in a way she could barely feel them, while her pussy uncontrollably squirted. "FUCK!" she yelled so hard the whole spa could hear. Miyeon sucked her cute tits as waterfalls were gushing out of Megan's pussy. Now free from your leg locking, Megan just stood sideways as you kept pounding her. "Woahhhhhh!" she screamed, finding new ways to moan and getting you close to cum. "Harder, fuck my ass harder," she kept saying as she got back into a straightened position, even with you taking her to the maximum. "Yes, baby," you obliged as Megan's legs closed and her eyes rolled, leaving her vulnerable to your final attack. "OHHHHH FUCKKKKKK," she said.

You spread Megan's legs in the air one final time, annihilating her asshole to the fullest. "Yes, play with my pussy," she demanded of Miyeon. "FUUUUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Megan screamed as she closed her legs yet again, allowing you to use your right arm and bear-hug her thighs as her pussy covered your cock with juices and Miyeon drank them, but Megan quickly followed up with a good top-to-bottom lick of your pole. You were panting as the rough assfucking of Megan had drained all your energies. As they teamed up on your cock, you warned them. "I'm gonna cum".

Megan shoved Miyeon's back to the bed and got on top of her, ready to get your love milk as a reward for the anal obliteration she just endured, eagerly sucking your big dick to the base. You happily answered her wishes, unloading six shots of love custard in her mouth, with Miyeon scooping what dribbled out of Megan's chin. "Show me your tongue," you asked Megan as you inserted your already flaccid cock in her mouth for her to lick it, but she still sucked it to perfection before swapping the sperm you just dropped in her mouth with Miyeon. "Your boyfriend's cum tastes so good," Miyeon told Megan as they kissed and laughed at each other before licking your cock one final time, with Megan also giving her a few licks on her neck and tits. "This is the best fuck I ever had," were Miyeon's final words.

Afternoon time

The practice was a struggle for Miyeon, as expected. She looked severely out of sync when dancing; her moves were very limited. Her voice looked very powerless as well. Soyeon was quick to notice and intervened as she called her name. "Miyeon, what's going on? Is there any problem?" she asked. "No," Miyeon tried to deny, but as they continued to practice, it was clear she was lying. "We need to talk in private," Soyeon said as Miyeon made yet another egregious mistake.

"I saw you go to the spa this morning, Miyeon. I thought spas were supposed to make someone look more relaxed. Be real, Miyeon? Did you go to a motel instead to get anal sex? I'm pretty sure these feet you sent on the group chat this morning were from Jiwon, not from Sana," Soyeon said, alluding to Miyeon's nymphomanic best friend.

"Jiwon and I had sex with a guy in the spa, and yes, he fucked both of us in the ass," Miyeon confessed. Soyeon looked her in the eye, sensing she was now telling the truth. "Girl, what's going on in your head? Don't you remember all these rumors that circle around to this day about why you left YG? The Blackpink member that never was. Think of your career and of what you built here for us," Soyeon said. Miyeon cried a little, but Soyeon wiped it out quickly. "Don't cry; I don't condemn anyone for wanting to have sex as much as they can. You know me; you know that I would sound like a hypocrite if I did. Just pick the right places, know your limits, and be careful. And do it in a way that won't compromise your work," Soyeon finished.

"We can continue the practice now, but for today, we'll do it without Miyeon. She needs a good rest," Soyeon told the other members as Miyeon headed home. Meanwhile, you had been fired from the spa, as the loud screams Megan gave in that bedroom were indeed heard by plenty of members. Lucky for her and Miyeon, her label quickly intervened to avoid a scandal of gargantuan proportions. Now you also had to go home, but it took a much longer time as you had lost your wallet, all that while knowing it was your final time crossing the river as you would have your worker visa terminated.

Evening time

At her home, Miyeon texted Minnie if she wanted to have dinner with her. "Me over Sana? I'm surprised. But sure". Minnie texted positively as they arrived at their preferred restaurant. But Minnie obviously chose a Japanese one, her favorite food. It wasn't today that Miyeon was going to be free of any Sana thoughts. "Private table for two," Miyeon said. The two chatted over the course of your dinner until Minnie finally touched on the issue.

"Soyeon told me about what went on this morning," Minnie said. Miyeon looked petrified. "Miyeon, listen. You can't be Sana without the resources of Sana. She has the backing of a massive label and a whole country behind her. We are popular idols that worked really hard, but we must admit that there are idols who are at a different level. She's one of them. Just because I'm close friends with Lisa, I won't be hanging out with French billionaires like she does; that circle is reserved only for her. I think you're a winner just for being such a big friend to her. Let her be like this and have great experiences together. Don't try to be her. Just like I'm not Lisa," she continued.

"Thanks," Miyeon said, taking Minnie's advice. "I couldn't resist; I just got an instant crush on that guy; the moment he entered that room, I was having naughty thoughts," Miyeon said. "Look, I don't blame you," Minne said. "He's really hot. And I'd never have known Jiwon would be so wicked. Now I know why she goes by Megan," Minnie laughed. "America has Megan thee Stallion; Korea has Megan thee Shorty," she joked. "Nicha, you are so corny," Miyeon said back.

"I see you still have his wallet. We need to find a way to get it back to him. He probably had a hard time going back home without those transport cards. We can't use Cube's post office. I think we should find out where he lives and hand it back. Of course, taking all safety precautions." Minnie said. "Sure." Miyeon agreed. It wasn't long until they found out. "What a funny coincidence! He lives in Incheon, Majeon neighborhood. I think you know this place." Minnie winked as she checked the app, calling for a cab. "We'll definitely have to cross the river asap and go south of Gimpo Airport before heading north. We'll be there in 30 minutes. The route north of the airport is shorter but so crowded that it takes over an hour. A pain in the ass, maybe bigger than the one you're feeling right now," Minnie said. "We gotta go now before it's too late," she continued.

You were at home, booking your flight out of Korea. Even after suffering the consequences, you didn't regret anything, as you despised your boss at the spa. You ate your pre-cooked dinner and watched a little TV before the doorbell of your house started to ring. You wondered who it could be, as the clock told you it was almost 9 p.m. But you opened the door regardless.

Two women greeted you, one with a very familiar face. Minnie introduced herself. "I'm Nicha Yontararak, but you can call me Minnie, yes, like the Disney character," she said. "Sure, Minnie," you responded. "I think you know her already," she said, pointing to Miyeon. "You lost this at your work early this morning," Minnie said, taking your wallet out of her coat.

"Thanks," you said, very grateful they had found it out. "May we come in?" Minnie asked. "Sure, I don't think I can deny it after your kindness," you said. "I just don't have anything; I just finished dinner," you continued. "Not a problem; we already ate. Do you have something we could play and spend some time on before we head back home?" she asked. "Only those cards," you said. "I'm getting out of this apartment tomorrow and heading back to my country; I got fired from my job today," you said. "I'm sorry. Tell us if there is anything we can do to make you feel better," Minnie said. "I'm fine; I hated that job anyway," you said. "Let's play some cards."

"The highest card gets to kiss my little friend," Minnie says. Miyeon blushes. "I'm fine if she accepts it," you say. "I'm good," Miyeon replies. You win the first round and give Miyeon a soft kiss as she giggles and reminds herself of this morning's experience. "Next round, the highest card kisses Minnie," you say. Now Miyeon is the winner as she gets on her knees in front of you to kiss her groupmate. But as you waited for the next round, Miyeon interrupted: "What if we play a different game?" she asked, pushing your body towards the couch.

Miyeon took her coat off, already showing off the black lingerie she had under it. She definitely had something to prove and felt overshadowed by Jiwon at the spa. "The game is me sucking the cock while you watch," she told Minnie. "Okay," she replied. Miyeon quickly took your pants off and dove right to your already-erect bulge. "Look at this size," she said, taking it in her mouth from the start and getting it wet. Quickly, she was taking it deep in her throat. "Little slut, I know how long you've been waiting for this," Minnie said as she pressed Miyeon's head against your shaft. "Good girl," Minnie continued.

Definitely, Miyeon had a different feel to her in the morning. Even with your massive monster in her throat, she didn't gag at all, spitting on it soon after and letting Minnie freely push her head towards the base of it. She sucked you vigorously, so much so that soon Minnie wanted a slice of the pie. "Let me taste that cock too," she ordered. The Thai hottie took it in her mouth next, showing she could deep-throat it just as well as Miyeon. "So yummy, isn't it?" Miyeon asked her. Minnie continued to do so while Miyeon licked the sides of your prick and took your balls before taking them back from Minnie as both reversed the roles.

"I love this cock all the way down my nasty throat," Miyeon said as she kissed Minnie. "Work that cock in your mouth," she ordered Minnie, making her play the role Miyeon had done many times when Sana was teaching her. "You look so pretty with this cock in your mouth," she told Minnie before taking the initiative to take it deep in her mouth like a maniac, letting Minnie taste it as soon as she pulled out. "Gag on that cock," she told Minnie as her groupmate went down on it. Soon both were wrestling for that throbbing didk, moving their hands up and down your shaft.

"You like the way both of us work on that cock?" Miyeon asked you, who were so overwhelmed you could only give her a timid positive answer. They continued to team on it, with Miyeon taking your boner while Minnie heated your balls. Minnie kept testing her beautiful friend's willingness to take it, bone-pressing Miyeon's mouth on your shaft. "What a good fucking slut you are," Minnie says to her. "Now spit in my mouth," she continues. Miyeon follows it and gives Minnie the saliva she needs to go deep, before both keep taking turns going hard and deep. You're just a watcher, as now Minnie turns Miyeon's face red as she attempts to make her take even your balls in her mouth.

"I love fucking my mouth with your cock," Miyeon says as she now does the same to Minnie, who gags halfway in. "It looks like we have a winner," Miyeon brags. The two now lick your shaft up and down, chasing each other's mouths, before Miyeon takes it all to herself. "That's a good girl," giggles Minnie as she tries to go deep again. "Oh yes, take it all." You finally say a word, as this time Minnie successfully deepthroats you. "All the way down that big cock," Miyeon praises her and strokes you harder, challenging herself once more.

"Fuck her face," Minnie orders as you finally get more active and give little thrusts to Miyeon's mouth. But you don't even need to work that hard, as she's once again pushing Miyeon down your shaft. You take her softly, just giving her mouth a few pumps. "Now I want you to fucking choke on that cock," Miyeon tells Minnie as the Thai girl now takes her turn. Unlike Miyeon, just a few pumps are enough to make Minnie pull out. Miyeon continues to run insane, jerking you off hard as she takes your cock back in her warm mouth. Minnie tries to match her energy, but Miyeon seems possessed by the spirit of her friend Sana.

As soon as Minnie adjusts to your length, Miyeon is already slapping it on her cheeks and sliding her naughty tongue on your balls. "Gasp for air," you ask as Miyeon takes a minute-long deepthroat on your shaft before gagging. Minnie tries to match it, but with the thursts on your face and your massive length, she can only go for 10 seconds. "I want to get throated until tears run down my eyes," Minnie says, and Miyeon quickly tries to ensure her wish is granted. "Time to fuck the shit out of you," Miyeon says as she starts taking her clothes off. Her visuals as she says those dirty words to you are amazing, but her slim body manages to draw your attention just as much.

Minnie still has her dress on and tries to take advantage of her final moments slurping your big shaft in her mouth. As Miyeon finishes taking her panties off, Minnie is already jerking you off, knowing her groupmate has her sights on that massive pole. She presses her ass on it as she reaches down to her entrance to put it in. "Stretch me out," she commands to you. "How does it feel?" Minnie asks as she gives Miyeon's butt a couple taps. Miyeon let her dirty words do the talking. "Daddy, you stretch me so well," she says as she starts to bounce. "There you go, you little slut," Minnie laughs as she grabs your balls while Miyeon rides.

"That's so fucking hot," Minnie says as Miyeon increases the pace of her ride. She is very concentrated, telling herself that if Sana can do it, so can she, trying to match her best friend's intensity. It helps that Minnie is now pushing her down. "AHHHH," Miyeon moans as your hard pole hits her cervix. "Turn the heat up, you fucking whore," Minnie talks dirty to her. You are on the edge as Miyeon's walls rip your shaft apart. "Say it louder," Minnie continues to provoke; the harder Miyeon goes, the more her groupmate asks for more. "It's so fucking deep in my fucking cunt," Miyeon says as her cheeks clap on your hips and her moans get louder.

"Jerk that cock in my fucking pussy," Miyeon continues her profanity show; her princess image was truly left at the door of your house. The more she curses, the more Minnie disciplines her with extra spanks, turning Miyeon's butt red. "I'm your fucking whore," she repeats to you as Miyeon now jerks you off, even with Miyeon bouncing as hard as she can. Minnie enjoys it as Miyeon tilts her whole body against your chest as she twerks on your dick. "Ride that dick like the whore you are," Minnie repeats, giving Miyeon a hard spank that makes her scream. The Thai girl wants everything, asking Miyeon to wink with her asshole as she works your pole out. Miyeon spreads her ass and lets her open hole gape and clench multiple times.

You take advantage and reach towards Miyeon's neck to choke her, as she is now in a straight position. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh," Miyeon moans even as you try to close her throat, and the choking only makes her more aggressive in her ride. "Oh my God, look at that fucking ass," Minnie says. "STOP IT, MINNIE," Miyeon replies back as her groupmate's spanks annoy her. "FUCK HER HARDER," Minnie screams as she takes her hands off Miyeon and now lets your cock do the work to make the stretched beauty scream. "FUCKING CHOKE ME LIKE A WHORE," Miyeon demands as she gets fully stretched out. Minnie loves seeing her beg like this and asks for Miyeon to repeat her words, to which she obliges, as her groupmate also grabs her neck.

But Miyeon enjoys this. Even with her face fully red now, the more she gets choked by both of you, the harder she tries. "AHHH FUCK FUCK!" she screams as you thurst harder and hit her deeper, to which she answers with a bounce of her own that makes you groan like a caveman. You too take your hands off her neck as Minnie spits on your cock, enjoying Miyeon's beautiful ride from a privileged back view. Miyeon is now the dominant one, shoving Minnie's head against your balls while her ass hits her groupmate. "Let me take that fucking asshole," Minnie says as she puts her tongue on Miyeon's rectum while her groupmate's cheeks swarm her tongue.

"Look at that tight asshole," Minnie says as she sticks her middle finger up Miyeon's butthole. "Tease my fucking asshole," Miyeon demands as she keeps going. "So you could do this all night," Minnie tells her. "But you need to leave something for me too," she continues as Miyeon pulls out. Your erection now is otherworldly veiny; your tip throbs full of blood as you push your cock on Minnie's entrance. And she means business as soon as she takes it in, riding you fast as if Miyeon's ride had never ended. "Slide it in that fucking pussy, work that fucking cock," Miyeon tells her. "Good girl, keep going, bounce harder." Miyeon takes the opportunity to now be the one slapping Minnie's ass, but also with your helping hand.

"Fuck him like that," Miyeon keeps saying as Minnie works her hips; she alternates a few slow rides with more crazy-paced ones. "Put your tongue in my asshole," she asks Miyeon, who loves doing it as she moans on Minnie's dirty hole while you thurst upwards against her Thai cunt. "Harder, harder, harder, please," Minnie begs as you stretch her out. "You hear that, Daddy? Fuck her harder," Miyeon says as she spanks Minnie once more. You answer her prayers as you hammer your cock faster against her tight babyhole. "Nasty whore likes to ride daddy's big cock," Miyeon whispers to Minnie. "Yes, HOLY FUCK," Minnie answers just as you hit her sensitive spots.

Miyeon gets a great view as Minnie's ass cheeks start to tremble with your cock fully buried inside her fuckhole. "Take every inch of that dick, up and down," Miyeon demands as Minnie continues to ride you with as her insides throb. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeats. "Fuck her like a whore," Miyeon insists. Minnie can now only scream, even as you choke her. Your cock slides out of Minnie, and Miyeon quickly scoops it. "Taste my pussy, please," and out of breath, Minnie demands. "Tell me how it tastes," she begs, but Miyeon doesn't answer, just having all the fun to herself with that big cock in her mouth. Miyeon tells her it's yummy, but she's actually thinking of your cock as she slaps it back in Minnie's vagina while massaging your balls.

"Keep riding that fucking dick," she says as she slaps Minnie harder. "That's so hot," she says as Minnie screams and can only beg to be fucked. You pump her pussy faster. "Hmm, you like that? Tell me." Miyeon continues as you destroy Minnie's tight hole. "Yes, I love it. I love this fucking cock stretching me out," Minnie claims as she is now completely out of breath and angrily moaning. "Uhhh, yeah," Miyeon continues to poke her. Minnie slows her ride as Miyeon tells her she is ready for more.

"Sit on my face; I want to taste that stretched pussy," you say to Minnie, who moves quickly towards it. Miyeon already fingers herself in preparation for another ride, this time in reverse; it's her specialty after all. Now you have two beautiful, sexy women on top of you, moaning their lungs out. Minnie steals the show this time, as your licks on her sensitive cunt make her go over the moon. But Miyeon quickly matches her with another crazy ride and dirty talk. "Oh, daddy, you make my pussy so wet just for you," she says. "That's my fucking cock; I'm his fucking whore," Miyeon continues to talk, being the polar opposite of that shy girl you saw early in the morning. "I want it all inside me," she continues as she fingers herself.

"I love the way you fuck me, daddy," every time Miyeon calls you. You get more feral. "Make me take it; you're gonna make me cum," she keeps going as she now lets you take control. "Cum for us, cum all over this fucking cock," Minnie says as she now focuses her attention on Miyeon's clit and fingers it. Miyeon screams the hardest but keeps focused on moving up and down your cock regardless. Minnie now slaps her thighs, but Miyeon stays unfazed, just wanting to please herself as best as she can. But Minnie keeps trying to distract her as she now moves towards grabbing Miyeon's perky tits, working in tandem with you so you can push your cock up against Miyeon.

"Oh yes, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Minnie yells as her stimulation of Miyeon opens the door for you to pump Miyeon's pussy up. But Miyeon quickly answers and retakes control. Minnie now slaps her groupmate's clit as Miyeon gets close to cum. "It's so deep, it's so deep; make me cum," Miyeon demands as Minnie now slaps her face. Miyeon rotates on your cock as she releases her juices and goes straight back to taste them, leaving Minnie no room. In the end, she incentivizes her "Yes, taste your pussy like that," Minnie tells Miyeon. "There you go, you fucking little slut; put that dick deep in your mouth," Minnie says as she taps Miyeon's cock-filled cheeks and watches Miyeon get throatfucked.

Minnie takes it deep in her throat herself as she gags on it, licking your shaft hard, but Miyeon is hungry and wants it all for her, taking it all for her. "Worship every inch of this fucking cock," Minnie demands. "Our guy here has been such a good boy and deserves it," she continues. Miyeon keeps sucking and stroking as Minnie lets Miyeon warm your cock for her. "Fuck my face," Miyeon says again as she gags on it after a bone-pressed deepthroat. Now it's Minnie's turn to take it in reverse, cowgirl. Miyeon talks dirty to her and fingers Minnie's cunt from the start, smirking at her groupmate as you stretch her insides.

"Who's the fucking whore now?" Miyeon provokes Minnie as she rides you at a steady pace. "Oh my God," Minnie groans as your length streatches her out and Miyeon licks her little tits. Minnie stops mid-air as she lets you pound her, getting impressive with your massive length as Miyeon continues to finger her. "Take it, take that fucking pounding," Miyeon demands. Minnie groans hard and makes a huge effort to increase her face, even as each hit you deliver in her cervix is like a stabbing. "I love hearing you scream like a whore," Miyeon continues. "Now he's gonna make you cum," Miyeon says, as you are now the one massaging Minnie's big, throbbing clit while she moves towards groping her groupmate's cute, bouncy boobs.

Minnie's legs start to shake, as now both your left hand and Miyeon's right are placed on her clit. She closes them hard as her thighs clamp on your shaft. Just as she spreads them a little, you strike back with a massive pounding as Minnie screams, "AHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK." She loses her breath and tells you to keep going as your balls hit her sensitive clit, making her lose it and squirt on your couch, expelling your cock out of her pussy, her legs quaking as you rub your tip on her big clit before giving her cumming cunt an extra pounding that makes her lose it for good.

"I wanna taste my pussy," Minnie begs, but Miyeon doesn't let her and arrives first at the crime scene. For Minnie, she only leaves your balls as the two give you the hottest blowjob yet. "Gag on that cock" is all you can demand. "OHHHHH YESSSS!" Miyeon screams as she starts the third ride just in that night, plus the ones she had earlier the morning. After all, if Sana could ride the same cock 10 straight times, so could she. "I love taking Daddy's big cock in my tight, slutty pussy," she says in between her bounces, now also circling around your cock. Her ride this time is brief as she holds herself not to cum again this quick as Minnie tastes her juices as soon as your cock is free from Miyeon's tiny fuckhole.

"I'm so fucking hungry for cock," Miyeon claims as she throats you once more for a good time, then slaps your prick on Minnie's needy face, watching her cough as she takes it deep. The two trade cock slaps between each other and get your shaft wet. "Worship that fucking cock like it's the last dick on earth," Minnie demands of her. The two now just treat it like a toy for their own entertainment, slapping it all over their faces nonstop. "That's a good fucking slut," Miyeon praises Minnie as her groupmate finally manages to take your cock deep in her throat for a more prolonged time. The pair didn't want to let go of your cock, taking it like their personal lollipop.

"Yesss, I love it. Put it just like that in your fucking filthy mouth," Miyeon told Minnie as she slapped your cock on her and then shoved it in her Thai groupmate's mouth. Minnie quickly answered back and took your cock for more slaps on Miyeon's face. "Dirty boy getting his nasty cock on little princess face," Minnie said as Miyeon now maniacally caressed your balls while throating your shaft. "Luck at that fucking slut." Minnie was in awe at Miyeon's deepthroat prowess, as she could not leave your cock out of her mouth even with you now pounding her face as hard as you could. "You like that, bitch?" Minnie asked. "I LOVE IT!" Miyeon screamed just as she took your dick out of her mouth.

"Dive her head until she can't breathe," you told Minnie, who obliged and dunked Miyeon's red face into your hard boner using all her might. But Miyeon was restless and took a long time to gag. "Give me those fucking balls," Minnie asked as soon as Miyeon released them from her mouth and started working on your tip, spitting all over your pole. "Wow, look at that sack. I bet there is a lot of cum in there." Minnie continued the dirty talk. But you had enough of them, shoving Minnie on all fours while she moaned and lining yourself up to take her Thai pussy from behind.

"Uhhh, good," Minnie moaned as you inserted your cock back in her cunt. "Daddy, I wanna watch your fucking dick go in and out of her fucking pussy," Miyeon asked as she started tonguing Minnie's butthole once more. "Put your fucking tongue in my asshole," she demanded as Miyeon took a lick of both your shaft and Minnie's rectum as the Thai hottie finally called you daddy for the first time. "Taste that pussy out of this big cock," Minnie demanded as you facefucked Miyeon after pulling out of her. "Back and forth," Minnie continued, and you kept going, taking on her pussy and then Miyeon's mouth.

"I love being your cocksleeve; my pussy feels so good," Minnie said as you went back to pounding her nonstop, moving her hips back and forth and fingering herself while you spanked her ass, screaming like a dying goat. You stopped to give Miyeon's sexy mouth some kisses and spit on it, letting Minnie do all the work and engulf your shaft with her tight pussy. Miyeon used the spit you gave her right back into your cock. "Look at this slut being stretched out; keep going," she said. "I love watching the way you fuck her hard," Miyeon continued as she got to taste Minnie's pussy and you fucked her face once more. "I love watching how you fuck her face; now put it back in because I want that cock," Minnie said as she gave you a doggy ride, moving faster than you could thurst into her.

You had to tame Minnie with a rough pounding that made her scream hard, as Miyeon applauded. "Take this bitch, make her yours," she said as you gave Minnie's ass the hardest slap yet, which only made her move faster as you two fucked each other like a pair of savage animals until Minnie's whole body started to tremble and she fell to her knees. "Fuck the shit out of her for me," Miyeon demanded, grinding her teeth as she loved seeing Minnie get obliterated by your hard cock. "Fuck her, daddy," she continued, sending you over the moon. Minnie just closed her eyes and took it. "Spit on it," you told Miyeon as she followed your orders. "Nice. Now give it to her, she said. "You look so fucking pretty taking cock in your cunt," Miyeon continued to talk as Minnie could only yell and moan.

Minnie kept shaking, but you didn't take your cock out of her hole for a single second. She was built to be your cocksleeve. You loved the warmth of her pussy and were having thoughts of filling it with your seeds as you clapped her cheeks hard. But you showed some mercy and let Minnie breathe as Miyeon took your cock in her mouth for the hundredth time. "How does it taste?" you asked. "It tastes like a whore," she replied. "You want to take this cock again?" Minnie asked rhetorically; she knew Miyeon's eyes were glowing for a pounding like that.

"Slide under me," Miyeon asked Minnie, as her groupmate had already taken advantage of it to eat her beautiful pussy. Miyeon laid on Minnie's long body and prepared herself to get penetrated for the last time, moaning before you even had an inch inside her. She couldn't have asked for something better, as your cock pumped her cunt while Minnie used her tongue to sweep it. Miyeon placed her right hand on Minnie's clit as you pounded her at full speed, firmly gripping her ass. "I love your fucking balls in my tongue," Minnie said under her, enjoying as you worked Miyeon's pussy and stretched it to the fullest. But truth be told, she liked her tongue on Miyeon's clit even more, as she moved to it to make her groupmate moan even harder.

"This view is amazing," Minnie tells herself as she watches Miyeon get pounded, sticking her tongue to lick her groupmate's entire pussy. "Wanna taste it?" You offer your cock to Minnie, sticking it in her mouth. "Yes, taste it right out of my fucking cunt; that's so fucking hot," Miyeon approves. "Fucking use me," she keeps asking as you get back in. "Lick my balls," you order to Minnie as you pound Miyeon harder, slapping your sack hard against Minnie's face and Miyeon's clit. Miyeon keeps screaming. "Use my fucking pussy daddy; I'm your fucking whore," she says. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" she screams as you top her to a point she only has Minnie to hold herself onto. But Minnie doesn't care and just enjoys watching her pretty groupmate get mauled.

You fuck Minnie's face as she provides the lube for your final attack, and you destroy Miyeon at full speed. "Daddy, fuck me, take every inch of it in my pussy," Miyeon screams as your balls slap her cheeks. "That slut is having the time of her life," Minnie says. "Yes, I'm your little fucktoy, daddy," Miyeon claims.

"You know what I want?" Miyeon asks, to which Minnie repeats. "Your hot fucking load is deep in my cunt," Miyeon answers. "Fill me up, Daddy, please," she continues. "You better give it to her," Minnie says as you get closer. Those loud women really turned you on. "Give it to me, daddy," Miyeon says. "Are you ready for it?" you ask her. "You're ready for that load, aren't you? Dirty little fucking slut," Minnie answers for her. You announce you're ready to cum as you empty your balls on Miyeon's tight little pussy as your cum drips out of it straight into Minnie's mouth, who also scoops it from your cock and more from Miyeon's pussy. "Ah, daddy, you were so good to me," Miyeon says.

"I wanna taste it right out of my fucking pussy," Miyeon asks, and Minnie swaps the semen into her mouth. Miyeon also takes a bit of cum from Minnie's neck, leaving her with a hickey as she sucks it, before they take turns trading the sperm between each other's mouths. "Such a yummy load," Miyeon says. "What a slut you are," Minnie tells her.

The girls dress up as the clock hits nearly 10 p.m.; they have to cross the river and head back home. The next day, you head to the airport, leaving the country for good. But with the best possible final memory you could have.

First time I crossed the 10k barrier for a smut. My original idea for this one got scrapped. Wrote this over the course of 2 weeks using the spa trip Miyeon did with Jiwon as an inspiration and turning it into a day-long story. Also the first time I put a few extra characters, including Soyeon as an on-screen character and Sana as a prominent off-screen character.

#gidle smut #fromis 9 smut #miyeon smut #minnie smut #Jiwon smut #Park Jiwon smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #kpop smut

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lovelyhan · 2 years ago

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— hoax ⟢

pairing: joshua x reader

summary: you’re a hostess that’s drowning in debt, and jisoo is a man with too many secrets to keep. making a clean break for it isn’t as easy as you’d hoped.

word count: 18.6k words

tags: mafia!shua, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

warnings: shua smokes cigarettes & has tatts...i think that should be a warning LOL, mentions of shady mafia business but nothing detailed, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: psa that this is a fic i originally wrote for another fandom, but decided to repurpose for svt! in case you find the narration familiar, it's posted on ao3 as a genshin fic, i just did some tweaks to the story to make it fit shua better hehe ++ i loved writing this so much, but it didn't get as much love as i expected back so i've decided to share this w caratblr as well :')

smut tags: dub con in one of the earlier scenes, protected & unprotected sex, shua & reader are both whipped as fuck

svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @spk93

joshua taglist: @renjunphile - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pretty-trustme

“Rei, time’s up!”

Your current patron groans with contempt at the manager’s announcement. He was a salaryman that’s probably in his thirties, and has been visiting the bar for about two weeks now. It didn’t take long for him to become one of your regular guests.

“Rei, you’ll be here tomorrow, right?” he asks.

“Of course.” You flash him an apologetic smile as you untangle the arm that circles your waist. “I promise we’ll continue where we left off when you get back~”

This is how you normally appeared to your customers – the bubbliest escort in the entire red light district. It’s easy to lull men into a false sense of connection when you act so sweet and lovely; when you smile like the sun is in your eyes even in the middle of the night. In just six months of working in this place, the manager has considerably taken a liking to you, and you intend to keep up that track record just a few weeks more.

Then, you’d be free.

But no matter how much you doll yourself up for the evening; no matter how much money is signed on your paycheck, you can’t help but feel that something’s amiss.

It’s a lingering thought that tickles the back of your head every now and again. Your fellow hostesses once told you that feeling the way you do was all part of the job. So once you start feeling uncomfortable in your own skin – under the gazes of your own lecherous patrons – you pour yourself a drink and throw your head back with a ditzy smile. Despite that steadily growing void in her heart, their beloved Rei will continue to grin and bear it.

“They’re here again.”

You flash the manager a puzzled look once you make it back to the counter. “Who are we talking about?”

She presses her lips into a thin line, gesturing vaguely somewhere behind you. You manage to follow her line of sight discreetly, but when you see a pair of men in rugged suits seated near the entrance, your heart plummets to the pit of your stomach.

“I know you said you’ll deal with them, but they’re starting to unnerve the other girls,” the manager explains quietly. “Is it okay if you take care of this ASAP? I don’t want the bar to get mixed up in something bad.”

Dread sinks its claws into your skin as you mull over a response. The manager has been considerably patient with your dealings involving those loan sharks. But part of you knows that she’s only being this lenient because you were good at your job.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll go talk to them now,” you mumble.

Each stride you took feels like a step closer to your own grave. It’s always these same, two men keeping tabs on you – both with full sleeves of tattoos and a missing finger or two. It would make sense that the other girls didn’t like them lingering around the property. After all, your first instinct is always to steer clear every time you see them.

“How can I help you?” you ask sweetly the moment you arrive at their table.

The first one glares at you through his tinted sunglasses, taking a drag of his cigarette none-too-discreetly. “Cut the crap. You know what we’re here for.”

He says your real name in a way that sounds like two sheets of styrofoam gnashing in your ears. You look around warily, hoping no one heard him.

“I go by Rei in my workplace, so I’d appreciate it if you addressed me as such,” you speak sternly, refusing to take a seat in their company. “What do you want this time? Didn’t we agree that I’ll be paying for the last installment this month?”

The second man snorts before bringing out an envelope from the lapel of his coat. “You sure about that? You got some nerve actin’ all feisty with the people kind enough to loan ya some cash.”

You accept the envelope with trembling hands – brows cinched as you take out the document inside. But the longer you take to scan its contents, the wider your eyes become.

It’s an approval notice for a loan of five million won, signed under your father’s name.

“W-What is this?” you stammer. “We didn’t submit any more loan requests.”

The first man shrugs – wholly unconcerned with your plight. And as he kills his cigarette on a crystalline ashtray, you feel your entire world crumbling before your eyes.

“Your old man specifically told us,” he began, words sounding more and more like a threat with each syllable. “That you’d take care of it all.”

You don’t know how you end up running barefoot in the streets after that. Your heels have long been ditched in an alley when you realized you can’t exactly get that far in them. And now, you’re mindlessly shouldering your way through the late night crowd – tuning out the people yelling your name in harsh voices. Those men came prepared; they even stationed a couple of their goons around the area. You can only evade them now because the streets were so packed, but you know better than push your luck.

Goddammit, you think to yourself – cringing a little when you step on a wet patch of something underfoot. I was almost free…

“Don’t let that bitch get away!”

Your body seizes up when you hear the loan shark’s voice closer than you anticipated. Fuck. They have you surrounded.

In the midst of your momentary distraction though, you fail to see another person who’s also on the run. The same as you. While you did excellently in evading all the other passers-by, you ended up crashing into him in the middle of the busy street anyways – the impact making you stumble to the ground.

“Shit, sorry!”

You look up with misty eyes – staring at the perpetrator with the intent to glare at him, but his doe-like gaze takes you by surprise. He’s adorned with a neatly-pressed suit, dark hair slicked back to perfection as he holds out a hand for you to take; the one not gripping a heavy-looking suitcase.

“I’m okay…” you mumble, getting back to your feet without accepting his help. “If anything, I should be the one who’s –”

“There she is!”

The two of you bristle at the loan shark’s voice, and you’re rooted to the spot – frozen with fear. You don’t notice the way the stranger you just ran into flickers his gaze between your trembling form and the lackeys coming from every direction. And you’re ignorant of how he manages to put two and two together before seizing your wrist.

“Come with me,” he murmurs, tugging you along before you can protest.

You know you should be skeptical of him. The district you work in is the perfect environment for scheming assholes like the men who are after you to use as a stronghold. For all you know, this person is the same breed. But there’s something in his firm yet gentle grip that tells you he means no harm. Even as he makes you run faster, farther, you feel none of the dread that slowly crept on you the moment those loan sharks cornered you at the bar.

Your lungs are burning by the time you make it out of the busy streets – nothing but the chirp of cicadas ringing in your ears. Mystery man makes you sit on a bench just outside a small temple, and you’re not exactly in the position to refuse.

“Ow…” You wince, glancing down only to see that your toes have cuts all over; blood and grime mixing with the wounds.

“Hmm. Wonder what a pretty thing like you got herself into,” the man sighs, raking a gloved hand through his messy black hair. “You sure you’re going to be okay?”

You don’t respond. You barely have the energy. The silence only deepens as you train your eyes on the ground. Your throat was parched from all that running, and you belatedly realize that you still haven’t eaten.

What’s worse is that the cuts on your feet sting like a bitch. Mystery man heaves a deep sigh, and you clearly hear the sound of leaves crunching beneath his shoes as he walks away. You try not to feel disappointed.

You didn’t expect him to stay and comfort you or anything like that. He was kind enough to go out of his way and take you somewhere those goons won’t be able to catch up. It would be stupid to ask for more. But still, you feel that hole in your heart rupture itself even wider – leaving you so hollow that you can’t even hope to fill the void anymore.

Your makeup is running. Your pedicure is a mess. These are some of the things that you always cared to pay attention to before timing in for work. But now, with nowhere else to go, none of them seem to matter anymore. Even if you spent a significant amount of time getting ready for tonight, you can’t be assed to give a damn.

This is so fucking pathetic.

You don’t want to live like this – working at a goddamn cabaret club just to pay off the debts your father always keeps racking up. All he ever does these days is drink himself dead before dragging his ass to the nearest pachinko machine. You hate it. You hate him. What did you ever do to deserve all the shit that’s being thrown your way?

Why do you have to deal with all of it alone?

“Here.”

You startle at the sound of your savior’s voice – surprised to see him as he tosses something on the ground in front of you. He came back? But what did he…

Are those sandals?

“I picked out a pair that matches your outfit best. Women are always particular about that kind of stuff, right?” he says nonchalantly, kneeling to the ground as he brings out a pack of wipes from a plastic bag. At that moment, you realize that he’s changed out of his stuffy gray suit in exchange for a pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt.

Even his hair seems different now, like he'd washed out the wax keeping it in place. Now, it looks just a bit damp as the tips curl at the edges. How he managed to do all that so quickly, you have no clue.

“Hold still. I’m going to clean you up.”

You wince a little when the cool, wet tissue comes into contact with your skin. He doesn’t speak as he wipes off the blood and dirt from your feet, and you’re more mortified than grateful for his kind but uncalled for gesture. Is he trying to get you indebted to him? Are you going to have to pay this back, too?

A few moments later, you spot a general store a few blocks away and the pieces start to fit in your head. That must’ve been where he bought all this stuff. You look around as he continues cleaning you up, and notice that his suitcase is nowhere to be found either. Instead, he has a black knapsack hoisted across one shoulder – a red baseball cap hanging from one of the straps.

How did he manage to buy all this and get changed so quickly? Or were you just sulking about your stupid predicament for that long?

“There we go,” he says, tossing the soiled tissues into a nearby trash can before covering your wounds with…cute band-aids? “I’m not really one to stick my nose into other people’s business, but my mom would never let me hear the end of it if she found out I left a poor woman for dead.”

Mom? “Okay, but you didn’t have to do all of…this.”

Mystery man glances up at you with a lopsided smile – the light of the street lamps somehow accentuating the color of his eyes. He looks so much younger like this; dressed down like a college student in his first semester. Once he’s put all the bandages in place, he even goes the extra mile and slides the newly bought sandals on your now-clean feet.

“You’re right, pretty girl. I don’t have to.” He beams. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart skips a beat. Everything about him is still rightfully suspicious, but you find yourself oddly happy with the care he’s given. This is the first time someone’s been so nice to you in a long while.

“Now that you’re good to go, I best be on my way.”

All of a sudden, that fleeting bliss dissipates in a puff of smoke. “...Wait, what? W-Where are you going?”

The man rises back to his feet, and it occurs to you just how tall he is. You swallow the lump in your throat, instinctively backing away from him on the bench. He’s still wearing that endearing look he showed you earlier, but when he speaks again, his voice holds none of his initial warmth.

“Somewhere that has nothing to do with you.”

The words lance through your heart the moment they leave his lips, and you ask yourself, why do you feel so…sad about parting ways with a complete stranger? You don’t even know his name. It shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

You don’t say anything as he takes his baseball cap and eases it atop his messy hair. You don’t utter a word when he starts walking away for real. But the moment you recall the fate that awaits you back at the red light district, the ridiculous debt your father had foolishly signed, and the pathetic life you’ve been wanting to escape from for so long…

Your new sandals crunch against the fallen leaves as you run after him. Your heart nearly leaps into your throat from the adrenaline, and before he can go any farther, you catch the mystery man by the hem of his shirt. He doesn’t even flinch. As if he expected you to follow him right from the start. That makes you wonder if he thinks you’re being a nuisance, but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Take me with you. Please.”

He stares along with an unreadable look – his doe eyes shining in the dark as he watches you clutch onto the fabric of his shirt.

“If you come with me, you’ll never be able to go back,” he tells you up front. “You okay with that?”

In hindsight, maybe running away with a complete stranger isn’t far up in the best decisions you’ve made in life – god knows you’ve only made a few of those. Just because he showed you an ounce of kindness, doesn’t mean he’s a good person.

Still, the answer comes to you quite easily.

“Yeah,” you say, more confident than you’ve ever been. “Anywhere is better than a dump like this…”

He considers your answer for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “This town must’ve fucked you up pretty badly, huh? Poor thing.” Mystery man holds out his hand again, and you’re a bit too glad that he’s speaking to you nicely again. “The name’s Joshua.”

“Joshua…?”

Well, that was obviously an alias. You consider telling him the one you go by at the bar as well, but when your eyes rivet to the floral sandals he bought for you on a whim, you immediately assume that you should tell him the truth. Even if he was doing the exact opposite.

You give him your real name with little hesitation, face warming at the intensity of his gaze. But at that moment, you don’t really care what happens anymore. All you want is to escape reality without looking back.

If you have to cling to a complete stranger to achieve that, then so be it.

...

“You were just about to ditch me, weren’t you?”

Joshua jolts like a cat dumped with ice-cold water – hand shying away from the doorknob of your hotel room with a sheepish look. “Me? Ditching you? You’re dreaming, princess!”

You let out an irritated noise, but your shoulders relax once you catch him plopping his bag on the mattress either way. He’s the one who told you that you can’t go back once you tagged along. You wanted to say that you’re going to make it his responsibility to take care of you, but your mother brought you up better than that.

Still…this all feels a bit surreal.

All your life, you’ve lived in the small town of Andong. You could never afford to make the trip to Seoul even if you wanted – given that a majority of your salary is dedicated to paying off those shitty loans. Yet now, you’re checked in one of the most beautiful hotels you’ve ever seen, courtesy of your stranger-than-life companion.

Now that you’re in a clearer state of mind, you start to consider the possibility of Joshua being a foreigner; if his name wasn't already a dead giveaway in and of itself.

Another thing you’re left thinking about is how well-off he really is. Not everyone can just book a fancy room at a fancy hotel. But when the two of you showed up at the front desk earlier tonight, he was surprisingly received with warm hospitality. Although, you suppose that all guests are treated the same way in high-end hotels. Not that you would know.

“Well, since we’re stuck together anyways, I’ll be showering first,” he grumbles, tossing his cap on the nightstand as he musses his own hair. “Ahh, I can’t wait to crash into bed.”

“Wait a minute. I thought we agreed I was going to shower first –”

Joshua shuts the door to the en-suite, clicking the lock before you can even finish.

That jerk…!

You angrily sprawl yourself across the mattress as a petty means of getting back at him. Let’s see if he can crash into bed comfortably now! But the abrupt movement makes the bag that Joshua left rustle in place. You shift around until you’re seated on the bed, taking a quick peek at the opened zipper. Somehow, it doesn’t surprise you to see thick wads of cash inside. You knew that you were right on the money to think there’s more to him than meets the eye.

The more rational part of you insists that you get out of here while you still can. That man is probably more dangerous than you think, and even if he’s acting all cheeky with you now, there’s no telling when he’ll decide to cut you off. You remember how quickly Joshua's mirthful countenance morphed into something…scarier when you asked where he was going earlier. Long story short, you do not want to mess with that.

“Hey, princess. It’s your turn.”

You scramble on the bed at the sound of his voice as you compose yourself in a way that doesn’t suggest that you’ve been going through his stuff. Joshua emerges from the bathroom with steam billowing from the doorway – a fluffy towel hanging low on his hips. But now that he was liberated from the confines of his clothes, you realize that his body was actually inked.

Twin koi fish curled around both of his pecs – accentuating the contours of his chest better than you’d expect. And when he turns around, there’s a massive caricature of a dragon splayed across his muscular back. You don’t know whether he’s oblivious of your observant stare or he’s just letting you enjoy the show. But either way, Joshua grants you an eyeful of his tattoos for a good amount of time.

He walks over to the table near the windows – grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter you didn’t know he was carrying around. Joshua takes a stick between his teeth, and you can’t peel your eyes away from the way he takes a drag after he lights it. But when his deep brown gaze finally flickers to yours, you’re not quick enough to disengage.

“So how long are you going to stare at me for?” He asks, amused.

Eye twitching with annoyance, you grab one of the pillows on the bed before throwing it right at his face. Joshua manages to catch it before that happens though, much to your dismay.

“None of your business!”

It’s only when you get under the spill of a hot shower that the gravity of your situation finally hits you. You absentmindedly scrub away the grime off your body as you think that you might’ve followed someone you shouldn’t have. Now that your prior amazement from seeing his tattoos had come and went, you realize that he didn’t have them inked on a whim. They were a symbol of status and power.

Working as a hostess means that you get to know a lot more shady guys than you’d otherwise meet under normal circumstances. But apart from those nasty debt collectors, you’ve done a great job at avoiding a lot of them. But now, you willingly waltzed into the den of someone that’s probably ten times worse.

Great.

You put on a bathrobe before heading out of the en-suite, peaking your head out of the door to make sure Joshua isn’t doing anything weird. But all you see is a tall man dozing softly on the bed – his still-wet hair dampening the pillows slightly. You sigh before padding back inside the room. Didn’t he ever learn that sleeping with damp hair is going to make him catch a cold in the morning?

For some reason, you end up grabbing a small, dry towel he left on the table – intent on patting down some of the moisture. Joshua lays still on his side, undisturbed in his slumber. You make sure you’re careful with how you dab the towel across his head; not really wanting him to wake up in the middle of it. But now that you’re close enough to study his face, you can feel yourself growing embarrassed. Joshua's thick lashes lay softly across the skin beneath his eyes, and when you look closer, you can almost see the tiny spots that dot his cheekbones.

You don’t like to admit, but he’s actually pretty…handsome.

A while later, you come to terms that you won’t be able to pat down his hair thoroughly if he’s asleep. That’s when you decide to towel dry your own hair for ten or-so minutes before climbing into bed with him.

The sheets feel smooth against your skin, but that does little to keep your mind off the fact that a gangster (at least, you assumed he was a gangster) is sleeping right next to you. You tell yourself not to sneak any glances, but you end up doing just that anyway – admiring each detail of his tattoos without really meaning to.

Is this really okay? Should I really let my guard down around someone like him?

All these thoughts drift in and out of your head, but in the end, you succumb to the day’s fatigue. Joshua bought dinner for the both of you once you got off the train on the way here, so your hunger was already abated. But you figure that a good night’s sleep is what your body needs to completely recuperate.

…But if he’s kind enough to patch up your wounds and buy you dinner, then gangster or not, maybe he isn’t such a bad person.

Joshua, however, makes you regret even thinking that literally the next second later.

The moment you’ve found a comfortable spot on the bed, the man beside you suddenly pounces – caging you in his strong arms before you can even draw a breath. His lips twitch into a lazy smile that borders on devilish, and you immediately figure out that you’re fucked.

“You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” he laughs, tracing the swell of your lower lip with his finger. “Drying my hair ‘cause you’re worried about me? Princess, I’d be more careful if I were you. After all…”

When Joshua leans closer, you feel his breath fan against your ear – making you hate the way your body shudders from the feel of it.

“I’m not a good man.”

You should push him away – you know you should. But from the hypnotizing strokes of his tattoos to the endless honey brown of his eyes, you find Joshua whittling down your defenses alarmingly fast. When his mouth descends onto yours, you welcome him despite your voice of reason screaming for you to stop – to get away while you still can.

But that’s the thing, you can’t get away. Not when you willingly followed him in the first place.

His body is impossibly warm against yours, and you can’t help but respond to his touch whenever his dexterous fingers graze your skin. But as you let him deepen his tongue-filled kiss, you suddenly recall why you’re even here.

Persistent loan sharks. A never-ending debt.

And you have the gall to be doing all this?

“Joshua,” you plead, mustering the strength to push against his chest. “Please, stop.”

He doesn’t listen. Instead, Joshua nudges the folds of your bathrobe apart, exposing your chest to the cold air of your hotel room. A large hand moves to grope your breast, languidly massaging the supple flesh. But the sensation of his heated palm on your cold skin is enough to snap you back to your senses, and finally, you manage to retaliate.

“I told you to stop!” you shout, folding your knee high enough to kick him in the chest. Joshua obviously doesn’t expect this, and grunts in pain as he stumbles backwards on the mattress. He stares at you with a puzzled look, as if he didn’t try to take advantage of you only a few seconds prior.

“I didn’t come with you to be your fuckdoll, asshole,” you growled, tears stinging your eyes despite the anger in your voice. “Just because I’m a hostess, doesn’t mean I’m easy. Who the hell do you think you are?”

You expect him to lose his temper – to ‘remind you of your place’. Because that’s how gangsters usually operate. Going for the things they want without considering the repercussions on the other people involved. When he reaches out to you, you brace yourself for the oncoming impact. But instead of a hard slap to the face, Joshua caresses the side of your cheek almost apologetically. You startle at his touch – flashing him a perturbed look.

“Sorry, my mom’s always told me that I can be a bit too into the things I do,” he chuckles, thumb grazing the high of your cheekbone. “And that I can be a bit selfish and presumptive. When I did all those nice things for you today, I expected you’ll return the favor by whatever means~”

You don’t even have the time to think about how this man just brought up his mother in a serious conversation. Instead, you scowl at Joshua like he’s just lost his mind. “Doesn’t that just make you a scumbag?”

“When did I ever say I wasn’t?” He laughs. “Didn’t you find it the least bit suspicious that I was being kind to you without asking for anything in return? I’ll have you know that everyone has ulterior motives these days, princess.”

“I did,” you snap. “And I’m glad I didn’t trust you right off the bat.”

“Oh? But you trust me enough to share this room with me?”

You open your mouth, close it, open it again, but alas, no wise retort comes out. He’s right. You knew that Joshua was suspicious from the start, but you still threw everything to the wind and ran away with him. It’s not like you can go back now that everything has gone to shit, though. And you can’t say with confidence that you can find a place for yourself here in the city with no connections nor cash either.

All you have is Joshua, as much as it pains you to admit.

“Come here.”

Joshua eases himself back to his side of the bed and holds out his arms – as if inviting you into his space. You respond with a bizarre look that makes him snort. “You think I’ll come anywhere near you after that stunt you pulled?”

“Hey, you don’t want to have sex. That’s cool. I’m not so much of a scumbag that I’ll force you to do it,” he tells you nonchalantly. “But can we at least cuddle? It’s been quite a while since I’ve felt the warmth of a woman.”

“...You’re really, really strange. You know that?”

“Mhmm. So I've been told.”

Gods, you’re tired. Downright exhausted. You just want to knock yourself out and forget about the misfortune of having landed someone like Joshua as a companion. You appreciate that he isn’t the type to coerce women into sex, but…ugh! This guy’s impossible to figure out.

…Still, you inch closer to his welcoming touch, biting down a sharp retort when you hear him chuckling softly at your surrender. Joshua wraps his strong arms around your frame, and you close your eyes – catching a whiff of a salty breeze in the air. You wonder if the scent is coming from the sheets or his wild, wild hair.

“This isn’t so bad, now is it?” he teases.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Aww, you’re making an awful lot of demands to the person who saved you! I think I liked you better when you were bashful and on the brink of tears, princess.”

You scoff. “So not only are you a scumbag, but you’re also a sadist.”

“Mmm, I don’t have any objections about that, really.”

God, just what have you gotten yourself into?

...

If you thought your first night as Joshua’s unwitting travel companion was a big hassle, you’re certainly in for the ride for the next few days.

He’s always out during the daytime – feeding you excuses like he has to meet up with a couple of friends before leaving you alone and bored in the hotel room. It’s a good thing that the cable service here covered your favorite noontime soap operas, so you could kill time for at least a few hours. Joshua always returns before dinner, and orders room service while engaging you in small talk. He doesn’t tell you about his daytime escapades, nor do you ask.

But when the daily cycle repeats itself for the third time, you decide to put your foot down.

“Are you trying to get me to die of boredom or something?” you ask him once the bellboy takes away your food trays for the night. “I know you’re doing some super shady stuff somewhere out there, but would it kill you to show me around? First time I’ve ever been to Seoul and I’m confined in a hotel room.”

Joshua stares at you dubiously. “Princess, you’re not some inmate I’m keeping locked up in a cell. I never said you weren’t allowed to go sightseeing or whatever.”

You pause. Right, he never did say that explicitly… But you can’t really tell him you were too afraid to go out wandering on your own.

“Have you been behaving like I kidnapped you or something?” Joshua snorts, walking over to the windows to light a cigarette. Your face scrunches up at that. The room’s going to reek of tobacco smoke now. “How about this: let’s walk around the shopping district tomorrow morning. Besides, the spare clothes provided by the hotel are just going to rack up on the checkout bill. Might as well get you some better outfits instead.”

Looking down at your current attire, you can’t help but think he’s right. You couldn’t exactly bring any of your clothes with you on this very impromptu trip, and you refused when Joshua offered to lend you a bunch of his own. For some reason, a whole duffel bag full of men’s clothes arrived a day after you checked in, and when you asked Joshua about it, he simply said that he prides his men for always delivering the necessities for a trip.

His men. Meaning, this asshole is definitely a big shot kingpin of some sketchy organization and he’s just keeping his mouth shut about it. It’s a good thing that the staff offered to give you some hotel-issued clothes for a certain price, though. Like hell you’re going to prance around in a mafia boss’ clothes.

But…did you hear him right? Did Joshua just offer to take you shopping?

“Don’t you dare think you can buy my trust with material things,” you warn him, bringing your knees closer to your chest on the bed. “I’m still on to you.”

“So scary,” your companion chuckles, tilting his chin up before puffing out a cloud of smoke. He looks like he’s just about to follow that up with another jab to get on your nerves, but something seems to catch his gaze.

Then, you realize that Joshua is staring at your feet.

Before you can blurt out some offhand remark about a foot fetish, though, he asks, “You won’t be needing band-aids anymore, right? I can always run to the drugstore and get you some.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to do that. My feet are fine,” you insist before following it up with a softer, “But I might need a new pedicure, though…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. What time are we going out again?”

The next morning, Joshua jostles you out of bed at seven A.M. sharp – much to your utter dismay. Judging by how never stays out too late despite his questionable business ventures in the city, it probably makes sense for him to be a morning person. He tells you that the shopping district doesn’t even open until nine, but the bastard insists that the early morning sun is good for your skin!

As he shows you around the main avenue, though, your initial unwillingness to go out so early in the goddamn morning slowly ebbs – having been replaced with pure, unadulterated awe because wow. The big city really is a sight to see. It’s so different from your hometown that you kind of regret not visiting sooner.

Thankfully, there are some places just outside the shopping district that open much earlier. Joshua escorts you to a nearby restaurant – insisting that you can order to your heart’s content. You receive the offer with equal parts bewilderment and concern, but cooping yourself up in that damn hotel room gives you little time to think about courtesy. If he’s willing to pay for your expenses, who are you to refuse?

Breakfast goes the same way all the other meals you shared with Joshua have gone so far. You try to probe his reasons for visiting Seoul as subtle as you can, but he always skirts around the topic with a face as smooth as butter. It’s obvious that he isn’t going to start talking about whatever undercover mission he’s on, so instead, you ask about his family.

“My family?” he repeats.

You nod. “Yeah. You brought up your mom like...twice already. Kinda made me wonder if a lunatic like you is actually a family man.”

“Hey! While you’re not wrong about me being a lunatic, I’ve yet to show you that side of me. That’s a pretty mean assumption.” Joshua pouts, scooping a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

You’re not even going to ask him to elaborate.

“Hmm… But I guess you could say I’m a family man,” he hums right after swallowing his food. “I’m an only child, but I've always wanted a family of my own, you know? Old suburban home, white picket fence, six kids, and a dog –”

“Six?” you echo. “Were you that lonely growing up?”

Joshua snorts. “Where I'm from, it's completely normal to have a ton of kids.”

“Where are you from anyway?”

“The U.S. Los Angeles, specifically.”

Los Angeles… Well, at least he's honest about that. His answer also proves your hunch about him being a foreigner.

“What are you doing so far away from home then?” you ask. “Won’t your parents miss you or something? Don’t you miss them?”

An emotion you can’t quite identify passes over Joshua's face – something grim and untouchable. You’re about to insist that he doesn’t need to answer or anything, but the look disappears faster than it surfaced and he’s back to flashing you a shit-eating grin like usual.

“Hmm, why are you talking about family when we’re out on a date?” he sulks. “You’re so unromantic. How about you teach me how to use chopsticks instead?”

You stare at him, puzzled. “You…don’t know how to use chopsticks? But your Korean is so fluent.”

He rolls his eyes. “Hasty generalization. Just because I can speak the language, doesn't mean I'm good at the other cultural customs, you know.”

Just like that, Joshua expertly makes you forget about all that talk about his family. He distracts you well enough until you finally arrive at the shopping district, and the first thing he does is drag you to a beauty salon.

“Uh, I thought we were buying clothes,” you tell him dryly.

He hums, already signing the clipboard that the lady behind the reception counter hands to him. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get a pedicure first?”

“...I was joking.”

“Well, I’m not.” He grins before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll come get you in half an hour. That sound good?”

You can’t even let yourself feel the heat rushing to your face because Joshua is already sliding a black credit card onto the counter – the limitless variant that you can only dream of getting for yourself. What on earth is he doing with that bag of cash back in the hotel room when he had one of those the whole time?

“That’s a gorgeous boyfriend you have, miss.” Your beautician sighs as she massages your feet with moisturizer. “I wonder when I’ll get lucky to land a guy that hot.”

You’re compelled to tell her, no. That potential criminal mastermind is most certainly not your boyfriend. But the way this woman’s gentle hands press down on your toes reminds you of the night you met Joshua. How he went out of his way to clean the dirt off your feet without uttering a single word in complaint. How his eyes appeared so disarmingly brown that you can’t forget their color even if you wanted to.

And not to mention that innocent kiss he gave you before making his leave earlier…

Nope. Get it together, you chide yourself. That is the same douchebag that tried to have sex with you the other night. And are you forgetting the fact that he’s hinted at his own criminal activity several times now?!

But in spite of yourself, you respond to your beautician’s words with a gentle smile.

“I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”

…

“Joshua, this is way too much.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, thank you for spoiling me rotten, but what the fuck? Who buys a hundred thousand won's worth of clothes for a woman he barely knows?”

“Does it matter? Not to brag, but I’ve got lots of cash to burn, princess.”

“...That’s – That’s not the point!”

It’s not even lunch time but you’re already arguing with Joshua over his irresponsible expenses. Like, sure, this all totally works in your favor, but you still have a shred of decency at least! He’s already bought you three expensive dresses, a nice pair of designer jeans, and some chic-looking heels. He got you the last one from the store the moment Joshua noticed your stare lingering too long on the display window.

You used to joke around with your old college friends about getting a sugar daddy in the past but… Is this really the right way to go about it? Why does it feel like you’re doing something illegal?!

“Don’t you like them?” he asks, lower lip swelling into a pout. “We can always pick out something else. Oh, I forgot to make you choose a swimsuit.”

“...What do I need a swimsuit for?”

He spares you another conniving smile, taking something out from inside his jacket before showing it to you.

“Are those…” You gape at him. “Plane tickets?”

Joshua nods like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yep. We’re going on vacation to Jeju Island. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

No, it doesn’t! Not in the slightest!! Okay, maybe you’re a bit curious to see what Jeju's famous coastlines have to offer, but… That doesn’t explain why Joshua is so willing to spend unspeakable amounts of money at the drop of a hat. You wonder what’s so damn special about you for him to keep spoiling you like this, but then again, maybe he’s never been frugal to begin with. Unlike yourself – who’s always had to work for every penny just to make ends meet.

The realization dawns on you like a sucker punch to the gut. Sure he’s kind enough (more like, crazy enough) to let you tag along with him, but the fact that the two of you live in completely different worlds only starts to sink in at that moment.

Right now, Joshua is donned with a maroon shirt with the buttons done only up to the middle – giving you a glimpse of those tattoos you’ve never grown tired of looking at. He matched it with a black leather jacket and a nice pair of trousers, looking like a million dollars in every single way. Even if you managed to change into a more stylish fit compared to your hotel clothes, you still feel grossly inferior – not that the two of you were on equal footing in the first place.

This isn’t all that different from that sinking sensation you always felt in the bar – a feeling like you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be. Somewhere you don’t belong.

Joshua is a goddamn big shot, and you? You’re just a parasite. You don’t deserve all of this finery. You don’t even deserve his company at all.

If he notices how you’ve gone noticeably silent as he leads you to an athletics store, Joshua doesn’t bring it up. He merely holds up all the bags of unnecessary purchases in one hand, and your own hand in the other. You don’t fault the lady at the salon for thinking this guy was your boyfriend. To an outsider, the two of you must’ve looked like a couple in their mid-twenties.

But even if he practically jumped you last time, you know better than to expect more than what he’s already giving you. Besides, you didn’t run away with Joshua just to get together with him…

Right?

“Does this look okay?”

You come out of the dressing room to show Joshua the swimsuit he picked out for you. He glances up from his phone, and you try not to let the mesmerized look on his face get to your head.

“You’re looking real sexy right now, princess,” he admits – pocketing his phone as he walks to the front of your stall. “I knew it. Blue really suits you.”

“Quit saying weird things,” you mumble, shyly draping your arms over your chest. “Do you want me to get it or not?”

“More importantly, do you want to get it?”

“H-Huh?”

All of a sudden, Joshua pushes you back inside the stall – locking the door behind him before you can utter a protest. There’s a serious look on his face that you don’t get to see a lot, but you don’t get to ponder on it much. He’s quick to place both of his large hands on your shoulders, making you face the full-body mirror inside without any delay.

“Do you not like receiving gifts, gorgeous?” he whispers, and you hate how your skin prickles at the new pet name. “You’ve been so against everything I bought for you all day, even though you’re the one who picked them out yourself.”

“Joshua –”

One of his hands starts to descend, brushing across your arm and onto the curve of your waist. His other hand teases the straps of your bikini top, sending involuntary shivers running down your spine. To make things worse, your breath hitches as you meet Joshua’s gaze in the mirror – piercing doe eyes holding you hostage with a single glance.

“Or maybe you don’t like receiving gifts from me,” he considers. “Well, I am a bad guy. If you want me to cut it out, you can tell me up front. I just hate seeing that look on your face.”

“...What look?” you whisper – trying your best to distract yourself from the heat of his touch.

Joshua sighs as he rubs your exposed skin tenderly. “The look you make when you’re sad. You’ve always been making that look ever since we left for the city. Honestly, I’ve even considered sending you back home a couple of times -”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “D-Don’t send me back. Please. Anywhere but there.”

You don’t even notice that your own hands moved on their own accord – palms placed on top of his much larger ones from where they now rest on your hips. Joshua stares at your reflection with wide eyes before he sighs, burying his face in the hollow of your neck.

This is a dangerous position to be in. He easily covers your body with his own, and you can only do so much to hold back the noises threatening to spill from your lips as Joshua massages your sensitive skin.

“Then why do you keep refusing me?” he murmurs, teeth grazing the column of your throat. “From what I recall, you’re the one who came to me, princess. I thought you’d be more thick-skinned than that. Other women would kill to be in your place, you know.”

“That’s because I don’t get you, Joshua,” you argue, biting your lip when he starts to suck on your skin. “Y-You can be an ass at times, but you still do all these nice things for me anyway. You’re even splurging a shit-ton of money for no good reason. I get that you’re loaded but…why? Why are you being so kind to me?”

He lets out a soft laugh that reverberates sweetly across his chest – you feel the vibrations from where he presses himself behind you, and you have to clench your thighs together to stem your pooling desire. “You’re not used to being treated well by the people around you, huh?”

You scoff – the accusation stinging more than it should. “You think?”

Joshua doesn’t respond immediately – letting himself get a feel of your pliant body for as long as you allowed it first. He tries to familiarize himself with how your skin feels against his fingers; where your erogenous zones are, and the other spots that make you blush like a schoolgirl. It’s a bit selfish of him to delay such an important answer, but Joshua is nothing if he’s not selfish.

“When I was assigned to go to Korea, my…employer gave me an ultimatum – one that involves my family back home,” he tells you quietly. “If I don’t go back to L.A. with substantial results, they’ll be the one to suffer the punishment.”

Suddenly, you could see through the sensual haze that hung between the both of you seconds prior. Shock paints itself raw on your face as you blurt out, “You were blackmailed?” God, no wonder he didn’t want to talk about his family.

“Heh. I’m used to being blackmailed, pretty girl. It’s part of my job,” Joshua speaks nonchalantly. “But…that doesn’t mean I didn’t drag my ass here, nearly overwhelmed with anxiety. I’d kill a man if I was ordered to do it, but if my family’s lives are at stake? Anyone would be terrified.”

You feel your heart sink at the way his expression shifts into something more melancholic. Joshua exchanges his suggestive caresses for a proper embrace. He hugs you from behind, breathing in the scent of cheap shampoo still lingering in your hair.

“What does that have to do with me?” you whisper. “I don’t understand…”

“When you bumped into me at Andong that night, you kind of snapped me out of it,” he chuckles. “I couldn’t think of anything else but my job and my parents, but then you came along. Honestly, I was only supposed to help you get away from the assholes chasing you but…”

“I ran after you…” you continue, feeling more embarrassed than you should.

Oh. You don’t even have the right to feel like shit for being with Joshua because you chose to be here, dammit! Why do you keep forgetting that?

“Exactly.” Joshua hums as he snakes an arm in front of your stomach, pushing your body against his chest. “I’m not always this territorial, you know, but you practically offered yourself up. Do you know what that does to a guy like me?”

You shouldn’t find it so fucking hot when his other hand trails up from your navel, your chest, all the way to your neck – thick fingers pressing down your throat with ample pressure. Your gazes meet in the mirror, and you don’t miss the near-manic glint in his eyes as Joshua holds onto you possessively.

“Now tell me, princess. Do you want the swimsuit or not?”

You can’t help the shuddering sigh that escapes your lips. At this point, you have no choice but to let him buy you the damn thing. You’re pretty sure Joshua’s aggressive display is enough to make you soak through your bottoms, and it’s not like he’s going to take no for an answer either.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as he eases his hand away from your neck. “I’m just…not used to wearing all of this. It’s like I’m not meant to. I’ve always just settled with clothes that go on sale, you know.”

“...Well, how do you feel about the stuff I give you?”

“Um. They’re all pretty, I guess?”

“Do you wanna wear them?”

“O-Of course.”

Finally, Joshua peels himself away – only to twirl you around to face him directly. His tousled black hair is sticking out every which way, but all you can focus on are his rich brown irises, nearly drowning you in those endless pools of honey.

“Then you better wear them unapologetically,” he tells you, tucking a tuft of your hair behind your ear. “A princess needs only the finest garbs. Why do you think I call you that all the time, huh?”

“To get a rise out of me?”

Joshua barks out a laugh. “I guess I can’t say no to that. But anyways, the point still stands: I’ll give you anything and everything in the world. All you have to do is ask.”

After what seems like an eternity inside that damn dressing room, you manage to kick him out of the stall before putting your clothes back on. You end up replaying everything he just told you like a broken record. Anything and everything? This man is a different kind of delusional.

But you can’t really afford to think about it much. Just as you thought, the evidence of your rather…risqué encounter with Joshua is lathered across the inseam of your bottoms, and you shamefully wipe it off with a napkin you nabbed from the restaurant.

When the two of you head back to the cashier to make your nth purchase of the day, you’re vaguely aware of the other sales persons stealing glances at you and Joshua. Well, if you were in their shoes, you’d certainly find it odd why it took almost thirty minutes for you to try on a damn swimsuit. But fortunately, Joshua's reputation precedes him even at a shopping center all the way in Seoul. None of them dare to speak to him, much more raise any complaints.

“Couldn’t you have waited to sit down and have the talk with me back in our hotel room?” you groan once you make it out of the store. “I’m sure those guys think you fucked me in the stall or something.”

“Would you like that?” Joshua teases, and you’re sure he would’ve pulled you close to him if only his hands weren't full of shopping bags. “Does my princess get off on the idea of being fucked silly in a dressing room?”

“Don’t push it, asshole.”

You meant to punctuate the words with a borderline scowl, but all that makes itself known on your face is a sheepish smile that you can’t quite bite down. Joshua notices this, of course, but instead of making you flustered about it like usual, he offers to flag down a taxi on the way back to the hotel instead of walking.

The last thing he needs is to ruin your new pedicure, after all.

...

A week later, you and Joshua arrive at Jeju Island.

You didn’t even consider the possibility of this place having an airport. All this time, you assumed that sea travel was the way to go for them. But you were surprisingly greeted by the sight of a modern-looking terminal as you and Joshua waited for your luggage. He’s been quiet for the whole ride, and you’d be lying if you said that doesn’t concern you even a little. Joshua not running his mouth just to piss you off means something was up.

But when the two of you finally make it outside, he’s back to his usual self.

“So, do you want to sample Jeju's finest mandarin orchards, or do you want to settle down at the hotel first?” he asks with a chipper smile. “Though you do look like you want to take a nap.”

“I do,” you reply, yawning as you lean against his shoulder. “Can’t we just cuddle today?”

“Oh? You’re offering cuddles for free? Who are you and what did you do my princess?”

“...Cringe.”

“Wha – Did you just say I’m cringe?!”

Your banter is interrupted by a man in a suit clearing his throat. You stare at him with thinly veiled confusion, wondering what he needed.

“Sir Joshua. We’ve been anticipating your arrival.”

…Sir Joshua?

“Oh, Chan. I didn’t think you’d be the one stationed here,” your companion greets the man with a smile – plucking your duffel bag from your grasp before handing it to the newcomer. “Tell the driver to bring us to the hotel first.”

Chan nods swiftly. “Understood, sir.”

That’s how you find yourself in the backseat of a high-end limousine – speeding through the scenic roads of Jeju as you and Joshua bask in the silence. He’s busy talking to someone on the phone, but you can’t bring yourself to eavesdrop on their conversation. It feels wrong to do so.

Instead, you let yourself wonder what he has planned. After he fulfills his mission, what then? Is he going to take you back to L.A.? You’re not so deluded to think that he’ll stay here with you when he has a family waiting for him. But the idea of traveling all the way to his homeland makes you a little queasy. You’ve just gotten used to visiting far-away places in Korea. You think you’re going to need a bit more momentum before packing up to the other side of the world.

…Does he work well in the cold? You barely see him sweat even in the humid air of the summer. Maybe Joshua is the type of person who can easily adapt to the current climate. When that train of curiosity starts to pick up, though, you realize that it’s a little hard to stop.

You want to know more about him. About his habits, his quirks, his family, and his work. He obviously likes you enough to keep showering you with gifts. Of course, you’ve tried asking a few questions about those in the past, and Joshua merely brushed them off with a laugh.

But things are different now. Ever since that…fateful encounter in the dressing room, he’s been more open with you. More up front about the things going on inside his head. If you push the right buttons, then you might be able to understand him a bit better.

Joshua pockets his phone about five minutes later, leaning against you before circling his arms around your waist. “Hmph. Can’t believe I’m still forced to think about work.”

“You can always just switch off your phone,” you suggest jokingly.

He only sighs in response, and you pat his head gingerly as a means of comfort. “By the way, I planned on scheduling a trip for Sunrise Peak, but turns out, it's closed to tourists for the weekend.” Joshua looks up at you, pouting. “Sorry, princess. I can only take you to the beach.”

He was planning a visit to Sunrise Peak? Well, you haven’t seen it with your own eyes yet, but the fact that Joshua is intuitive enough to hazard guesses about what you might and might not like…

You want to familiarize yourself with him, the same way he so effortlessly does with you.

Not giving him any leeway to pull back, you grab his face and mesh your lips on top of his. Joshua doesn’t respond for a few seconds – and you can almost imagine him staring at you with wide, brown eyes. But eventually, he laughs into the kiss before pressing his mouth firmly against yours.

“That’s fine by me,” you murmur.

As long as I’m with you.

...

Your hotel room back at Seoul was one of the best you’ve seen, but the one here on Jeju just set the bar even higher.

Once the two of you have settled down in your suite, you gaze around in awe at the interior. Everything is mostly made out of wood, which further adds to the appeal of it all. Seashell curtains, exotic carpets, hand-made wind chimes – they have it all. Not to mention, this room in particular comes with a private pool just by the balcony, along with a view that overlooks the sea. Joshua teases you about how excited you are – just like a kid on a school trip – but you decide to let his impudence slide.

“Aren’t you going to swim with me?”

You gaze at him sulkily by the edge of the pool, watching as Joshua smokes a cigarette on top of a folding chair. He’s already changed into his swimming trunks – having removed his shirt and other accessories. Yet he still refuses to get in the pool with you. Still, Joshua gets up from his chair with a soft laugh, padding closer as he crouches over the edge.

“You should know about the delicate art of having a smoke while watching your girl have fun,” he tells you, taking a drag as if to prove a point.

Your eye twitches. “You’re the one who picked out my swimsuit, so you better have fun with me!”

Despite all his bravado, you don’t miss the look on Joshua's face when you yank on his leg – the forward momentum easily making him topple into the swimming pool. You let out an unflattering laugh as he flounders in the water for a few seconds before Joshua rises back to the surface with an annoyed look on his face.

“Hey, I don’t remember you being this much of a brat, princess,” he grumbles, picking off the doused cigarette floating in the pool before tossing it back on the concrete.

“That’s my way of telling you to quit,” you say, snickering to yourself. “Seriously, it always smells like cigarettes in our old hotel room. The smoke detector must’ve been busted or something… Joshua?”

While you prattled on about the fact that you disliked a habit that he probably formed years before he even met you, Joshua waded through the water and cornered you by the side of the pool. You gulp, observing how the water glistens across his skin as his tattooed chest stands proud for you to see.

“You know, I noticed a little something over the past few days,” he whispers – mouth twitching into a no-good smile as he reaches a hand to cup your jaw. “You really like staring at my chest, don’t you?”

“Wrong. I like staring at your ink.”

“But it’s still staring, isn’t it?” Joshua breathes out an airy laugh before planting a kiss on your forehead – the same way he did that time at the beauty salon. The patch of skin that’s grazed by his lips burns when he pulls away, and you hate how the sensation spreads across the rest of your face.

“How about we get you inked someday?” he offers.

“Me? Getting a tattoo?” You blink. “Uh, I used to think about getting one when I was still in college, but…?!”

All of a sudden, this bastard places his hands on your waist before hoisting you out of the water like you weigh nothing more than a bag of rice. You scowl at him, thrashing around and splashing water everywhere. But Joshua doesn’t seem to be bothered by all your flailing. He even seems to be observing your lower body like he’s trying to figure out how to chop up each part for later.

“Hmm… I think one on your thigh would suit you,” he says, lowering you onto the edge of the pool. “Navel tattoos are pretty hot, too.”

“But what’s the point if no one can see?” you huff.

“Hey, my tatts are always covered,” Joshua reminds you. “That’s because only a select few are deserving to see them.”

His words ignite a surge of heat inside your chest. If you weren’t blushing before, you certainly are now. “...You think I’m deserving, then?”

Your companion spreads your legs wider, easing himself into the space between as he holds your thighs firmly in his hands. Joshua stares into your eyes with a gaze that’s meant to devour. You’ve always found it odd how much self-control he can actually exercise. Apart from the first night he tried to pounce on you, and that little escapade in the dressing room, he never once tried to make any moves on you again. For someone who talks big about how possessive and territorial he can be, Joshua is being awfully ascetic.

“Of course you are,” he murmurs. “Once we’re done here, I’ll bring you to the best tattoo artist in L.A. He’s the one who did both of my pieces.”

Something about the promise in his words makes your heart leap with delight. He’s…going to bring you to Los Angeles?

“Are you going to let me meet your parents, too?” you half-joke, shying away from his intense gaze.

“Why not?” he asks. “My mom loves independent girls. You’ve only been relying on yourself before you met me, right? That’s pretty awesome.”

You shrink away from the compliment, unused to being praised about that segment of your life. “I’m not sure how she’s going to react about me being a hostess, though.”

Joshua shakes his head. “Believe it or not, you’re one of the few people who can put me in my place, sweet girl. I’m convinced that she automatically takes to someone like that.”

“So you’re a problem child, then?”

“Ehh, can’t say I’m not.”

Just when you thought he’ll finally let his self-restraint snap, you and Joshua end up talking about his life in America by the poolside. He tells you about how his father taught him how to fish in the lake the next county over, how to hunt and survive out in the wilderness. He tells you about his mother, and how he’d do anything just to guarantee her safety; even if it comes at the expense of his own. He willingly divulges all his fond memories of his hometown, but not once does Joshua allude to anything involving his work.

You try not to take it so personally. After all, in spite of the drastic development in your…friendship? Relationship? Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re someone he hasn’t really known all that long.

But as the two of you marvel at the twilight sun sinking on the faraway horizon, it seems that Joshua managed to read your mind.

“Can you believe it’s only been two weeks since we met?” he chuckles, hand inching closer to rest on top of yours.

“Nope,” you sigh. “I feel like I’ve known you far longer than that.”

“Heh. Time really flies when you’re having fun, does it?”

You couldn’t have said it better yourself. Honestly, you can’t even recall the last time you had fun. During the past few months, each day passed by painfully slowly. Despite being adored as Rei the hostess, you never had fun back at the bar; nor did you have fun coming home to your alcoholic of a father.

As you glance over at Joshua – whose face is generously lit up by the soft orange light – you wonder if it’s really okay to turn your back on your life and just live the rest of your days by his side. It’s only been two weeks, but there was never a dull moment with him. But can you even afford to be more selfish than you already are?

“You really have a staring problem, you know that?”

“...Do you have a sixth sense or something?”

“I’m a trained fighter, princess. I’m supposed to know when I’m being watched.”

There it is – his first casual mention of his line of work.

You can’t exactly narrow down the possibilities of what exactly it is that Joshua does for a living. You’re pretty sure that he’s in the same type of business as those loan sharks, but on a much larger scale. What’s more is that he’s trained to fight – as if his purpose lies more on confrontation than diplomatic relations. Him being stationed all the way here in Korea gives you a slight clue that he might be trying to settle the score with someone on behalf of his employer, though you can’t really say for sure.

But…you purposely shove all these thoughts in the back of your head as you lace your fingers around his neck – bringing his forehead against yours. Joshua doesn’t resist your advances. He even gazes at you with the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, a hint of fondness shining in his vibrant irises.

Before meeting the man in front of you, you’ve always assumed that love takes time. You can’t call it love if you don’t even know the person that well! This is the very same thing you used to tell patrons who wanted to start a serious relationship with you back at the bar. But Joshua?

You don’t know how, but he managed to fill that void that’s long been tearing your heart to shreds. That seemingly ephemeral emptiness; the hollow space resting deep inside your chest – he filled it all up in the span of two weeks. Whether it be with all those expensive gifts and trinkets, or his worthwhile company alone, you don’t feel empty anymore. You feel so blissfully whole that you’d gladly lose yourself in him if it meant you never had to feel alone ever again.

“Shua, can I ask for something?”

“Heh. This is new. You never ask for anything,” he comments, and you still smell traces of tobacco in his breath. “What is it? Anything my princess wants, I’ll give to her in a heartbeat.”

On any other day, you would’ve chided him for saying something so cheesy – as if you haven’t gotten used to the way he speaks to you. But now, with the early evening breeze blowing all around, and the man who reminded you how it feels to be alive sitting so, so close to you…

“Can you make me yours?” you whisper.

Joshua stares at you, a low laugh rumbling in his bare chest. “You were already mine the moment you asked to come with me. Or are you forgetting that?”

Hot. His hands are hot against your hips – going lower and lower as he teases the ridge of your bottoms. God, you just want him to get it over with. You want him to grab your ass and take you by the poolside right here, right now. But you know, all too well, that Joshua isn’t going to let himself fall into the depths of his own depravity like that. Not until you give him a clearer sign.

“No…” you murmur, hoisting your thigh over his hips until you’re straddling his lap. “I want you –” You press your breasts against his lean chest. “To make me –” Your fingers trail up his neck, tangling them in his wild black hair.

“Yours.”

You expect him to tease you like he always does – with that irritatingly handsome smile of his. But Joshua's eyes grow half-lidded as you press yourself closer to him, and you could’ve sworn his grip on your hips only became tighter.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, pretty girl,” he warns you huskily. “I don’t want you to end up being the sore loser after I’m done with you.”

You chuckle, lips grazing his forehead, his eyelids, his nose. When you reach the spot just over his lips, you let your own hover for just a few seconds longer.

“I know,” you tell him. “I know, and I’m ready to lose.”

If it’s you, I won’t ever mind.

Joshua lets out a strangled noise, like he’s barely holding on to what’s left of his own sanity. You’re slightly elated at the information. That just means he’s about to let himself go. To ravage you like you deserved.

You’re not sure if it’s because of his own urgency or he’s just showing off. But Joshua makes a quick display of strength by picking you up while you’re still on his lap and getting back on his feet at the same time. He wastes no time mending your lips together – carnal and hungry and all sorts of impatient. Your legs immediately circle around his hips, and you bemoan all the days you wasted not getting kissed stupid by him.

But you console yourself with the idea that right now, you have all the time in the world.

...

The floorboards are damp with pool water, and so are the sheets. But you hardly notice it as Joshua strips you of the swimsuit he so carefully picked out for you. He tosses the spandex somewhere on the floor, and you even hear the wet plop as it hits.

You feel like you should be cold – fresh out of the swimming pool and all – but the heat of Joshua’s body steadily permeates into yours, and can’t help but lean closer, closer, as close as you can –

“I love you,” you whisper in-between kisses, feeling the evidence of his own arousal grinding against your own. You think the words don’t have as much weight when you’re doing something so openly intimate, but you don’t care.

He laughs, the sound sending tingles straight to your toes. “You sure you’re not just getting caught up in the moment, princess?”

You still have it in you to flash him a sulky pout, bringing his face right in front of yours as you spare him all the adoration you have in a single look. You desperately want him to know just how much you love him. You want him to carve this moment into memory and think of it even when the two of you are apart.

You want to anchor yourself so deep into Joshua that he can’t forget you even if he tries.

“Do you think I’m lying?” you whisper.

He sighs. “No.”

When he mouths the words I love you back in his own lust-fueled kisses, your heart soars; your body heats up – becoming more and more receptive to his lingering touch. Joshua’s lips never stray too far, even as he lathers the slick that’s collected between your thighs. His long fingers tease your entrance with the intention of seeing you squirm, and you hate how much you love it.

“Been waiting for you to come to me…for so long,” he growls, sliding two fingers inside you with embarrassing ease. “Do you know how hard it is to control myself around you? Especially after that time in the dressing room?”

Huh, so even he still thinks about that day. You giggle at the ferociousness of his words, but the wanton look in his eyes softens when you caress the side of his face.

“Two weeks isn’t a long time, Shua,” you tell him.

“It’s long enough if you’re as pent up as I am.”

As he works his fingers between your thighs, you can’t help but sneak a glance at the hard length straining against his abdomen. It’s been a while, so your mouth practically waters at the thought of Joshua sinking his thick cock inside you – fast and hard and everything you’ve ever dreamed.

But your attention is promptly ripped away when he curls his fingers just right, catching on a patch of spongy flesh that has you writhing underneath him. Joshua smirks at that, uncoiling his thick digits as he continues slowly pumping them inside. Your juices are starting to drip on his hand – a testament to just how badly you want him.

When he makes you come, all you see are the vibrant brown of his eyes – like honey in the spring. Joshua looks at you with so much love and longing at the same time, you nearly sob in his embrace.

Despite the implication that he’s no longer going to be patient, Joshua lets you reel your own consciousness back from the throes of pleasure – kissing your forehead tenderly as he caresses your sides.

“Do you want to go all the way?” he asks, but you already see him stroking his own cock from where he lays beside you. “Remember, I won’t force you into anything you don’t like, princess.”

You shake your head, still lightheaded from your orgasm. But still, the clarity of your desire shines through. “I…want you, Shua. Want you inside me.”

He sighs in a way like he just doesn’t know what to do with you. At your request, Joshua reluctantly peels himself away – earning a mewl in protest from you that he appeases with a kiss.

“Stay put, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “I’ll make you feel good in a minute.”

Joshua climbs out of bed and walks over to the dresser buck naked. But you can’t even bring yourself to tease because he’s got such a shapely ass. Not to mention, you get to see the dragon tattoo on his back again. Even if you’ve developed a fondness for the twin koi fish on his chest, there’s just something about this piece in particular that’s always left an impression on you.

True to his word, Joshua comes back to bed with you as he tears a condom open with his teeth. You have half the mind to tell him that opening it like that isn’t very safe, but when he rolls the rubber on top of his throbbing length, you’re suddenly too bashful to speak up.

He spreads your thighs apart, making himself at home in the space in between. You just know he’s getting a kick out of the way your body trembles as he rubs the head of his cock along your glistening seam.

“Shua,” you whine.

“You want this inside you?” Joshua teases, dipping himself into your entrance only to pull away before you can even feel an ounce of satisfaction. “C’mon, talk to me, princess. You know I like it when you’re being honest about the things you want.”

“Please…”

“Hm? What was that?”

You hate him. You hate him so much that the feeling gradually bleeds into love. And if you aren’t already whipped for this jerk, you don’t know what this obsessive feeling inside you is anymore.

“Please fuck me,” you whimper. “Make me come on your cock.”

Joshua breathes sharply through his nose as he leans forward, grabbing both of your wrists as he pins them above your head with one hand. He uses the other to guide his length to where you want him most, and the moment before he finally, finally breaches your entrance, he whispers:

“What the princess wants, the princess gets.”

He muffles the broken moan that catches in your throat with his own lips – his lean arm going around your waist as he presses his hips flush against yours. You’re dripping enough arousal onto the sheets that Joshua doesn’t even have to take it as slow as he expected. You instinctively clench around the hard length inside you, memorizing the way he stretches out your walls, and Joshua responds in earnest with an impertinent groan.

There’s no room for words anymore. All you know is the sound of skin against skin and your mouth almost never parting from his. Joshua fills you until the void you feared might swallow you whole becomes nothing but a tiny speck in your soul. You wonder if it’s enough to be two separate people, and not just one. His touches, his kisses – they aren’t enough. And even when he pushes himself so impossibly deep, you still find yourself wanting, craving, yearning for more.

You’re insatiable. You love Joshua so much that your heart overflows with it. Maybe you’re simply deluded because he’s the first person who’s treated you like you were important; and not just some forgettable girl he met at a bar. But that doesn’t change the fact that you want him to hold you, and touch you, and love you until you forget everything else but the syllables of his name.

He practically folds you into the bed a few moments later as he mouths his professions of love along the curve of your neck. You lock your legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible – not wanting to be apart for even a millisecond. And Joshua seems to share the same sentiments as he embraces so you’d never leave his grasp.

I need you, you wish to tell him. He’s already giving you so much and more, but you still need him. It’s the kind of hankering that nearly scares you because how can you ever live without him now? But the flames of your own, all-consuming desire quickly recede once he captures your lips in a soft, almost sensual kiss.

“I love you,” Joshua tells you aloud.

You know it should be impossible because your lovers from the past have never even tried to get you to orgasm once they were done with you. But the moment he utters those words, and shifts his hips at such a delicious angle, he promptly pushes you over the edge – making you thrash and shudder underneath his weight as you mutter his name like a string of prayers.

You just hope that the gods are generous enough to let you have him forever.

…

The beaches in Seoul and Andong pale in comparison to Jeju's – you promptly realize this when Joshua brings you out to the shore a few days later.

“I’ve never really enjoyed going to beaches until now,” you admit, laughing a bit as Joshua reaches for your hand and twines his fingers with yours. “I’m surprised you even have the time to come all the way here despite being on the job.”

He shrugs casually, and at the same time you care to admire how he looks in a tropical-printed button up that’s completely undone at the front. “Well, my deadline isn’t all that strict, pretty girl. I’m sure I can afford a quick getaway with you.”

You smile at him sweetly while the both of you stroll along the beachfront. Sometimes, the waves reach out to the shore far enough for the water to reach your toes, and you squeal in delight every time you do. You’d be lying if you say you didn’t expect Joshua to tease, but when you look at him, he merely looks back like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Like all lovers spending their morning on the beach, the two of you agreed to collect the prettiest seashells you can find. Though it was a bit hard, since there are a couple of signs indicating which ones you’re allowed to bring home, and which ones you should leave alone. Something about maintaining the ecosystem around the shore.

But about half an hour before lunch time, Joshua calls out to you at the edge of the property.

The sundress he made you wear today flutters around your thighs as you make your way to his side. He’s crouched down on the sand as he picks up a peculiar brown shard.

“Wait,” you start, taking a closer look. “Is that a seashell? A broken seashell?”

“Seems like it,” he replies, retrieving the other pieces he can still salvage from the sand. “This doesn’t look like all the others we’ve seen though”

Joshua takes your hand and pressing the fragments into your palm. When you take a look at them, you realize the pieces are the same color as his eyes.

“Do you…” you begin shyly, “want to make matching necklaces out of them? They’re a bit jagged now, but I know a jeweler back in Andong who –”

“Oh? So you do want to go back,” he jokes.

“Fine, never mind then.”

Joshua’s laughter is slightly muted by the oncoming waves. Once your momentary annoyance fades, the two of you sit on the sand with your legs sprawled – letting the water tickle your toes.

“I know I made a pretty bad joke just now, but can I ask you something?” he wonders.

“What is it?”

“It’s about the loan your dad supposedly took without your knowledge.” Joshua starts tracing idle shapes in the sand as he speaks. “You seemed in deep shit the night I met you, and I just wanted to know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

With his money and influence, you’re sure that Joshua could pull a few strings to get those debt collectors to lay off you. But it won’t really matter if you never go back to Andong, right? Still, you tell him about the five million won that your father suddenly loaned. How those loan sharks told you that he said that you’re going to pay for it all – on top of your remaining balance for the month. Just recalling it was already enough to piss you off all over again.

At the end of your story, though, Joshua ends up snorting with amusement.

“Sounds to me like you’re being tricked, princess,” he chuckles. “No one can rack up a debt that high unless you’re a trusted confidant. I’m sure the Korean mafia has limits to how much they’re willing to loan other people at a certain given time. Those loan sharks probably tricked you and forged the document because you were paying out the previous debt properly.”

Your jaw practically drops to the ground. “They tricked me?”

“Seems like it. And now, you have grounds for a lawsuit! Maybe. I’m not sure, but I can help you pay for a lawyer if it all gets down to it.” Joshua shrugs. “Anyway, now that you know that the loan was probably a scam, why don’t you go back and talk to your old man? Isn’t he the only family you have?”

Your dad… Well, now you feel a bit bad for judging him so harshly. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s an alcoholic and a gambler, but you do see him trying to be better from time to time.

“Yeah. My mom died when I was in high school, and it’s just been us ever since.” You tell him all this without meeting his eyes, unsure of how to react if he gazes at you with pity. But Joshua doesn’t offer his condolences, nor does he try to cheer you up. Instead, he suggests something that you probably should do.

“You should go back to your father,” he whispers. “I’m sure he’s worried sick.”

The waves wash upon the shore again, and this time, you actually turn around to look at him. Is he serious? Is this the same, so-called territorial man you met two weeks ago? If any of the things he’s told you were true, that’s the last thing you expected for Joshua to say to your face.

“If your father isn’t behind that loan fiasco, then you should at least let him know you’re okay, princess,” he tells you sincerely, rubbing your hand with comforting circles. “You’re the last family he has left, and I’m sure you know what loss does to a person.”

You sit there in the silence, letting Joshua’s words simmer inside your mind. You suppose that he’s right about everything. Those assumptions you made about your father are unfair, and you shouldn’t just abandon him now that Joshua helped clear up the misunderstanding. You know all these things, and you recognize them as what’s truthful and right.

But…why does Joshua sound like he’s saying goodbye?

“Okay, I’ll do that,” you say, forcing your voice not to tremble. “But once you finish your mission, promise that you’ll take me to L.A.?”

He stares at you with equal parts surprise and disbelief – his handsome face twisting with a grin so lovely, you wonder why he never smiled at you like this before. Joshua shakes his head before rising back to his feet, hoisting you up by your waist as he spins you around.

You shriek in bewilderment, telling him to put you back down. He doesn’t relent right away, but once Joshua finally heeds your desperate request he sets you down on the sand – placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, princess. What do you want to do there?”

You puff out your cheeks, not liking how it sounds as if he’s teasing you. Nonetheless, you give him the straightest answer you can manage.

“I want to meet your family. Your parents. Your friends. Everyone,” you tell him. “I want to go fishing because you love it so much, and it helps you meditate.”

Joshua hums. “America is leagues different from Korea, though. You sure about that?”

“Hmph. You’ll make a nice tour guide, won't you?”

“Heh.” He moves closer to wrap his arms around your frame, embracing you so firmly that you can’t help but melt into his touch. “Of course I will, pretty girl. But what do you want to do after we do all that?”

You flash him a puzzled look. “What?”

“Since we’re planning so far ahead, we might as well plan until the end, right?” He chuckles, one hand going to the side of your face as he touches you tenderly. “What else does my demanding princess wish for?”

For a moment, you consider his question seriously. What happens after? Well…

“I want to travel,” you say. “I took up an international relations course when I was in college ‘cause I always wanted to see the world.”

Joshua nods. “And?”

You gulp – unsure if what you’re about to say is a bit selfish or not. “Well, getting to see some places around Korea with you was the best time of my life. And I’m sure it’ll be just as fun if we see the world together.”

It sounds like such a juvenile dream, now that you think about it. But sometimes, even the most childish desires can lead to the most unforgettable experiences. You only decided to tag along with Joshua on a whim, and it turned out to be one of the best choices you’ve ever made.

You just hope he feels the same way, too.

He nods again, a pesky smile rooting itself on his face. When Joshua kisses the hand that isn’t clutching shards of broken brown seashells, you can’t help but blush.

“What the princess wants, the princess gets.”

It’s already high noon by the time the two of you conclude your seashell hunting session, and Joshua is already complaining about breakfast not being heavy enough. You let your gaze linger around the beautiful beachfront just a bit longer, wondering if you can visit this place again with him in the future.

“Joshua?”

He pauses mid-way in his rant, gazing at you with curious, brown eyes. “Yeah?”

You crack him a warm smile. “Can you tell me your real name?”

The ocean’s waves reach your ears again in the silence, as Joshua stands in front of you like you’d just unraveled all the secrets of the universe. You don’t miss the way his emotions seemingly conflict in his eyes, but in the end, he spares you the truth anyway.

“Jisoo.”

“Do you love me, Jisoo?”

He crosses the distance between you before you can even breathe, kissing you so deeply that you’re a little concerned that some of the hotel staff might be watching and judging you on the sidelines. But you know better than to give a damn about what others think when you’re with Joshua – no, Jisoo.

When he pulls away, you can almost see the ocean glimmering in your lover’s eyes.

“More than anything in the world.”

...

Despite that romantic morning, you can’t help but feel like something bad’s about to happen. Your mother used to tell you that you should always trust your gut. And right now, your gut is telling you that everything that’s making you unbelievably happy right now is going to disappear right before your eyes.

The anxiousness that comes with all that foreboding does little to help you keep up appearances, too. During dinner, Joshua – because he asked you to keep calling him that in public for your own safety – was telling you about the time he almost got run over as a kid, and you completely spaced out in the middle of it.

Of course, your sharp-eyed lover is keen enough to notice just how distracted you were. You attempted to make excuses for your lack of focus, but one thing led to another, and you ended up spilling wine all over your new sundress.

And now here you are, sulking in your bedroom as Joshua makes the arrangements to have your dress dry-cleaned on the intercom before you have to leave.

“Is something wrong?”

His voice comes out so softly, you nearly miss it. He sits with you at the edge of the bed, reaching out to clasp your hand in his much larger ones. The gesture is comforting, but your unease doesn’t fade away.

Should you tell him about this weird gut feeling? But you don’t want him to worry about you when this is probably just something trivial. Yet, you’ve always been weak to your own emotions. Before you can even cook up another half-baked excuse, the tears have already started streaming down your face.

“Everything’s going so well,” you sniffle, turning to him with misty eyes. “Y-You’re right in front of me but… Why do I feel like you’re already slipping away?”

Joshua's face doesn’t betray any sort of emotion. His honeyed eyes merely flicker down to where your hands are intertwined, and you don’t know if you should take that as a good sign or not.

“I’ll always be with you, you know,” he whispers, letting one of his hands trail up to the new necklace sitting on your throat before the other moves to wipe away your tears. “Always.”

A traveling jeweler offered to fashion a necklace out of the seashell fragments you found once you got back from the beachfront. And while this isn’t the work of your acquaintance from Andong, they managed to carve out the shell to resemble a heart. They even charged you for the labor only, and gave the chain for free. At first, you wanted to refuse, but these pesky feelings were already bothering you at the beach.

Is it so bad for you to want a tangible representation of Joshua’s promises?

The fact that he wears a similar necklace eases your troubles a bit. It makes you think that maybe it’s really all just in your head. Though you know better than to think you’re out of the woods.

That night, he undresses you with unspoken apologies imbued in each kiss. You wonder if he’s sorry for unintentionally making you feel this way or something else. You don’t know. You don’t care. Because when you’re on the verge of collapsing from all these unpleasant feelings, it’s Joshua who holds you together before you can shatter into a thousand pieces at his feet.

That’s right… Joshua – rather, Jisoo always fills you to the brim. He fills you with so much love that you can almost forget what it feels to be void; what it feels to be empty.

But in the midst of it, he pulls away with a regretful sigh. “We already used up the condoms I have, princess. This is as far as we can go.”

“It’s – It’s alright.”

He snaps his head in your direction, beautiful brown eyes rigid with shock. But you don’t give him any leeway to feel guilt nor hesitation. When you pull him down with you to the bed, he doesn’t strain against your touch.

Jisoo is the reason why the life you thought was so dull suddenly has more color to it now. He taught you to have a little more hope for the future. To reevaluate the past for what it actually is. And most of all, he’s the one who taught you how to treasure yourself as you are in the present.

If this is the last night you’ll ever share with him, then you’re going to make the most out of it.

...

“So we hop on a plane to Incheon, a train to Andong, and talk to my dad.” You list down the day’s itinerary before glancing at Joshua for confirmation. “Sounds like a plan, right?”

“I dunno, princess. Meeting the parents always makes me nervous,” he chuckles.

“...So you have met the parents of other girls.”

“Hey, that was only one time!”

You and Joshua managed to head over to the airport fairly quickly the next day – with a lot of time to kill before your plane actually leaves the island. The two of you decide to hang out in the waiting lounge, but this reminds you to not be too early for your flights next time. Apart from those weird negative feelings you had last night, boredom is your greatest enemy.

About thirty minutes before boarding time, you carelessly let slip that you’re craving some coffee right now. Joshua is quick to get on his feet and get you one from a nearby vending machine, of course. But just when he’s about to take a seat right beside you, he blurts out:

“I’m really glad I met you, princess.” He smiles, handing you your drink. “Even if you’re growing more and more bratty as the days go by.”

“You’re the one who made me like this, so deal with it.” You huff, before following it up with a much nicer: “But…I’m glad I met you, too, Jisoo.”

You half-expect him to clamp a hand around your mouth for calling him by his real name, but Joshua simply lets his head rest against your shoulder, holding your hand as tenderly as he always does.

“Hey, I’m just going to go out for a real quick smoke.”

Joshua informs you of his unnecessary need for a cancer stick just when you’ve settled into your seat on the plane. You scowl at him as he places that knapsack full of cash into your arms.

“We’re about to take off, you idiot!” you whisper. “Can’t that wait until we land in Seoul?”

“Nope.” He beams at you. “I won’t be long, don’t worry~”

And then he’s off.

“Goddamn chainsmokers,” you mutter, angrily plopping the damn backpack to the vacant seat right next to you.

As you watch the scenery in the airport unfold from the window to your left, you catch sight of your own reflection despite the bright light outside. Your hands trail up to the modified seashell around your neck, twirling it fondly between your fingers. This is the first solid proof of the time you spent with Joshua. You’re sure that he’s going to spoil you with even more gifts when you get to L.A., but this one is probably going to be your favorite for a long, long time.

After all, this seashell is the same color as his eyes.

Suddenly, you hear a clicking sound coming from above, and when you glance around, you see that the seatbelt sign is lit up. A soft voice flits through the speakers, informing all passengers that the aircraft is ready for takeoff. Frowning deeply, you call the attention of a nearby attendant.

“Excuse me, my boyfriend isn’t here yet.”

She stares at you, puzzled. “I’m sorry, miss. But we confirmed that all paid passengers are already in their seats.”

At that second, your world crumbles. The void begins to rip itself back into your heart. The attendant asks if there’s anything wrong, but you dismiss her with a shake of your head.

Why do I feel like you’re slipping away from my fingers?

As you sit all alone in that plane, you realize that your mother was right all along.

You should’ve trusted your goddamn gut.

...

Joshua smokes through half his pack of cigarettes when he makes it outside the airport – lingering by the parking lot as he watches each plane soar into the sky. He has no idea which one you’re on, or if you’re even still here on Jeju Island. But with each painful drag he forces into his lungs, he finds himself praying.

Praying that you’ll forgive him for what he just did. Praying that you’ll be able to find happiness even without him.

His phone rings before his guilt gets the better of his emotions. The name S.Coups flashes on the encrypted caller ID.

“Took you long enough to pick up,” the informant sighs. “For someone who’s in dire need of intelligence, you’re acting awfully lax, Shua. Let’s see… You’re looking for Jeonghan. Is that right?”

He kills his last cigarette under his heel – all those feelings you effortlessly stirred up inside him dying along with the waning flame.

“Bullseye,” he replies, voice tinged with his usual mirth despite feeling like he’s just lost everything good in his life. “You got anything for me?”

Yeah, that’s right.

You don’t need someone like him to be happy.

…

The hotel room you booked for the night is small and quiet.

When you shut the door behind you, the sound rings in your ears – loud enough to emphasize that you’re all alone. You decide not to pay it any mind before dragging the rest of your luggage further inside.

When you arrived at Incheon Airport a few hours earlier, you couldn’t even muster up the tears. All you felt was that familiar emptiness that never seemed to leave you alone until Joshua came into your life. A dreadful void that was twice as massive now that you got a taste of how it feels like to be whole.

Once you’ve claimed your baggage, you wasted no time ushering yourself out of the terminal. You’ve long decided to stay in Incheon for a while, given that you couldn’t exactly meet your father in such a state. But before making your way to the nearest hotel you could find, you made it a point to stop by a convenience store to buy a lighter and pack of cigarettes.

For someone who’s more loaded than you could ever hope to be, Joshua liked smoking cheap brands. He told you it’s because those things could easily be bought anywhere. But his reasons for the odd preference were the last thing on your mind as you light up the first stick – taking a long drag that ends up making you cough out smoke and brings tears in your eyes.

You fucking hate cigarettes. This is going to be one of the cold hard truths in your life. You hated them when you still worked as a hostess, and you hated them every time Joshua had the gall to smoke one in front of you.

…But this is the only piece of him that you have left to cling to. You like to think that each stick can help fill the void, even if it’s just smoke and ashes and false hopes. You always wondered why Joshua couldn’t bring himself to forego the habit. But maybe – just maybe – there’s also a void inside him. One that can’t easily be filled, the same one you’ve always struggled with.

Before that train of thought can fester any longer, you kill it along with the fifth cancer stick you’ve had for the day. The ashtray is full of cigarettes you could barely smoke past the filter, but you’re not about to give a shit.

In the solitude of your room, you wonder if you can ever forget those sunsets in Jeju. How your toes sank into the sand. How the salty ocean breeze tossed your hair around. If you close your eyes, you can still feel it on your skin.

But most of all, you ask yourself – can you ever forget Jisoo?

His eyes. His hair. His stupid tattoos. You abhorred how he always smelled like cigarettes, yet you’ve locked yourself up in some fancy hotel room to smoke a few just because you’re left with a ridiculous amount of laundered cash. Along with the bags full of those pretentious gifts he gave you, you selfishly kept the money because you deserve the goddamn means to take a real break from it all.

You don’t pay attention to the rest of your luggage – eyes solely focused on the knapsack lying idly on the mattress. Against your better judgment, you force yourself back to your feet, padding towards the bed as you open the zipper.

Cash, cash, another wad of cash. You scoop every single piece out of the bag for no real reason. Is this solving any of your problems? No. Does it help you vent out your feelings? Yes.

Stupid Jisoo, and his stupid fucking promises. Well, he never explicitly promised you anything, but still! What kind of evil maniac lets a hapless maiden fall in love with them, only to leave them hanging? Not all unfortunate ladies who’ve been pathetically led on by a handsome man were left with hundreds of thousands of won as some sort of compensation, sure. But that didn’t change the fact that you were fucking grieving.

You wanted to shout. To break something. To curse Jisoo Whatever-his-last-name-is so he can never find another woman like you. But once you reach the bottom of the knapsack, your anger is quick to go up in smoke.

There’s a red baseball cap inside – the same one Jisoo was wearing the night you met him.

You didn’t cry when you realized the love of your life had left you without saying goodbye. You didn’t cry as you carried your luggage alone in the airport. You didn’t cry either when you marched into this lonely, lonely hotel room.

But somehow, seeing that bright red cap made everything crash over you like a tidal wave.

“I thought you loved me more than anything in the world,” you murmur to yourself, holding that silly hat to your chest like a goddamn lifeline.

“Was that a hoax all along...Jisoo?”

...

The small village near Silverwood Lake is remote yet accessible at the same time. It’s the heart of tourism in the lesser known counties in California, so it comes as no surprise to see a dozen people bustling in and out of the borders.

In that same town, a young boy with big brown eyes wanders around the market – dark tufts peeking from beneath a tattered baseball cap. Though he seems like any other local his age, he doesn't actually know the language. His English is still a bit lacking, but he swears half of the time that his mother teaches him bits and pieces when she has time.

Right now, she’s somewhere by the lakeside, talking with an important political figure in the town as his entourage shows her around the area. The boy wasn’t a fan of all those pleasantries, so he asked her if he could look around in the market instead. Like all mothers, her initial reaction was to tell him no, but eventually, the puppy eyes he’s practiced on her for years made good on their purpose.

Fine. Just don’t wander too far, Shuji. Promise?

As much as he dislikes breaking promises with his mother – he knows how sensitive she is about those, despite her age – the young boy figures that what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. He’s fifteen now. Even if he’s in a foreign country, he’s smart enough not to get lost in unfamiliar places.

So, when he finds nothing interesting in the market, the boy follows a merchant’s route that bypasses a huge forest. This is the road that he and his mother took on the way to the town, so he’s slightly familiar with the terrain. But still, the perspectives are warped when one traverses it on foot.

He follows the route just like he initially planned – admiring the looming pine trees rising everywhere he looked. His mother has taken him to all sorts of places because of her job, but America might make it to the top of his list at this rate. Though, his eyes are quick to spot a fork in the road – one barely visible unless you know what you’re looking for.

The boy glances around, but no one else is in sight.

Ravens caw overhead as he traverses the stray path. Dead leaves and crunch underfoot as the trees seem to grow thicker around him. Anyone else would feel terrified of being in such a place, but the boy has always had a knack for braving the unknown.

His courage is rewarded once he arrives at the end of the road, revealing a magnificent lake that he could never hope to see if he’d stuck to the main route. This one's different from Silverwood Lake. It's much smaller, and less polluted by civilization.

He stares at the scenery with wide eyes, taking out his phone from the pocket of his jacket before snapping a few pictures to show his mother for later.

“Hey, kid. What are you doing here?”

The boy startles at the sound of another voice, and he realizes that there’s another person sharing this view with him. A man, much older than he is, sits on a foldable chair by the edge of the lake – fishing rod in hand as he tosses the reel into the water.

“Just…looking around.” He only replies with broken English because he doesn’t think the stranger is someone sketchy. The boy even notices the sturdy looking crutch propped against his seat. “What are you doing?”

For a moment, the man simply looks at him before surprising the boy with very fluent Korean.

“Fishing. What else do you think it looks like, kid?” the man says a-matter-of-factly as he rakes his fingers through his dark yet graying hair.

He gulps before switching to his mother tongue. “There’s fish underneath?”

“Of course there's fish underneath.” The fisherman rolls his eyes. “You’re not from around here, are you? You lost?”

The boy shakes his head. “I told you, I was just looking around.”

“Okay. Tell your parents to come get you then,” the man tells him – growing slightly annoyed at his peaceful fishing session having been interrupted.

“My mother’s busy. My father’s a scumbag who left her alone.” The young boy shrugs. “I’m pretty much free to do whatever I want, mister.”

A few moments pass by in silence, and he wonders if he said something strange. But either way, the man’s irritation morphs into amusement. “Shitty dad, huh?” he chuckles. “That’s right. Don’t ever forgive the people who’d hurt your mom. What’s your name, kid?”

The stranger jolts his fishing rod before the boy can give an answer, hauling a fish out of the water right before his eyes before dumping his latest catch in a wicker basket.

“Jisoo,” the boy tells him. “But my mom calls me Shuji”

To his surprise, the man simply nods. “Cool name.”

“Aren’t you going to say it’s weird or something?”

“Now you’re just asking too many questions.”

“My mom said it’s common courtesy to exchange names on the first meeting,” the boy huffs. “So are you going to tell me or not?”

The man sighs. “You’re really demanding for a kid. Kinda reminds me of someone I used to know.”

“...I’m leaving.”

“Ah! Wait a sec, lemme just pack up and I’ll head back to the harbor with you. If you wander around, you might just get mauled by the wolves,” the man tuts, already putting away his reel before folding his chair back up. That’s when the boy notices a glint of brown attached to a cord around his neck. He squints.

Has he seen that necklace before?

But there isn’t exactly much room to ponder about that. The man is struggling to tidy up on both feet – clearly unfit to protect anyone from woodland predators. The boy wonders if he’s injured himself so badly before that the aftermath still lingers. But still, he finds it a bit awkward to just stand around, so he walks over to him with a defeated sigh, offering to carry the fish basket and chair in his stead.

“What happened to your leg?” he wonders.

The man brushes the hair out of his face, looking forward as he leans on his crutch. “Got fucked up by a bunch of…gangsters a few years back. Haven’t been the same since.”

“...My mom knows a lot of doctors all over the world,” the boy says. “I’m sure she can find someone who can help you walk normally again.”

“Hm? Aren’t you being too generous to someone you just met, kid?”

He frowns. “I was taught by mom to treat everyone with basic decency.”

“Heh. You really love your mom, don’t you? Does she travel a lot?”

“For work, yeah. She’s a diplomat.”

The boy wonders if this is really okay. His mother might just be mortified at the thought of her only son talking to a stranger like they’ve known each other for years. But there’s just something about this man that he can’t quite pin down. Something that makes it easy to talk to him, even if they only met literally ten minutes earlier.

Well, his mother was looking for fresh catches to have for dinner anyways. Maybe she’ll let his penchant for making friends in unlikely places slide once he introduces her to this strange fisherman with fucked up legs.

⟢ end notes: if you made it this far, congrats UEYRUEF I KNOWWWW i have a shit ton of wips waiting in line, but i've been contemplating abt repurposing this fic for joshua for SOOOOO LONG. after hearing some advice from a few friends, i decided to just go for it and viola! 18k words shua angst was born out of nowhere. i felt so EMPTY the first time i finished writing it, so i hope you feel the same way too :3c

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livingformintyoongi · 7 months ago

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here's my request:

jimin and yn being exes and meeting again at their best friends wedding (the groom is jimin's best friend and the bride is yn's)

their friends know that they still love eachother, so they make them sit together, but they bicker for the whole celebration.

when it's time to leave, she doesn't have a ride home, and jimin offers himself to take her to her place. Once they get there, she asks him if she wants to go upstairs, to have a final drink.

They talk about their break up, and when he's about to leave, he kisses yn and have make up sex against the kitchen counter 💥

Just a taste

a/n: First of all, thanks for making the request for Jimin, it's my first time writing about him and that makes me very excited 😀, secondly, sorry for the delay, the request ended up being much longer than I thought it would be. Warnings: A littly angst, Jimin is a sweetheart, exes 2 lovers, soft sex (there was no specification on this, so I did it as I thought it went in the situation), reader has problems with overthinking the future too much, unprotected sex, sex without prior lubrication (please don't do this, you could hurt yourself). wc: 5.3k

"Stop looking at me" you whispered in annoyance, not deigning to look at Jimin.

"Stop thinking I'm looking at you" he whispered as he rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "Not everyone revolves around you, you know that?".

"why don't you shut up and go to hell?" you snorted, crossing your legs and watching as your best friend gave the first waltz of the night next to her now husband and best friend of your ex.

"I've been there" Jimin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Don't you think it's ironic that you're asking me when you're the one who took me there."

"Fuck you" you got up from your chair, walking towards the exit door. You needed a drink of alcohol, or maybe a breath of fresh air, either sounded good at the moment. Committing murder at your best friend's marriage was stooping too low.

You took advantage of the fact that most of the guests were too busy watching Soomin and Taehyung dance and stole a glass of champagne from one of the tables that had been abandoned. You downed the drink in one gulp and then abandoned it on another empty table.

It was unfair that everyone was enjoying the party and you had to put up with your idiot ex.

When you opened the door that led to the gigantic garden that the event center had you were surprised to notice that it was much colder than when you arrived. It had only been a few hours, but it was enough to set foot outside to make your skin crawl. And that it's still spring, you thought to yourself, walking towards one of the benches that were under a roof covered with vines.

It felt good to be away from Jimin, from his rude comments, from the scent of his perfume, from his fluffy lips, oh, you still remembered what a good kisser he was. The two of you could spend hours just giving each other lazy kisses and discreet touches on your clothes.

You took a seat on the bench, letting your head fall back, letting out the air you were holding in. You watched as the smoke drifted out of your mouth until the whitish cloud was completely gone. You wanted to go home, but you also didn't want to abandon your friend on her special day, Jimin was an idiot, but he was right in saying that not everything revolves around you.

"Y/N?"

You almost screamed in shock when you saw Soomin standing next to you, staring at you with those big, bright eyes that could convince anyone to do anything she wanted. That same look was the one she gave you when she asked you to be her maid of honor.

"Minnie, what are you doing here?" you sat up straight, smiling slightly when you saw that Taehyung had given her his jacket to cover his bare arms from the cold. He seriously was a great guy. "You should be with your husband dancing... or doing whatever it is couples do at their wedding."

You couldn't help but laugh as his cheeks flushed slightly at how you had called Taehyung.

"I came to find you, it's so cold out here" she walked to your side, taking a seat on the same bench as you. It was hard to make herr dress not use up all the available space. "I saw that Jimin was alone at the table and I got worried."

"Ah, Minnie, you're so sweet" you hummed with a smile, taking her left arm and kissing her cheek smilingly, "Don't worry about me, it's your day, enjoy it."

"I want my best friend to enjoy it too" this time it was she who smiled at you and took your arm, resting her head on your shoulder, "I'm so happy, but I'd be even happier if you were too."

You almost shrieked as you listened to her. You had made too many bad choices in your life, being friends with Soomin wasn't one of them.

"You should watch what you say, at this rate I'll end up falling in love with you and want to kidnap you from your wedding," you both laughed, she stroked your arm and you just looked up at the ceiling, watching the vines hang gracefully. You liked this place.

"Let's go inside, I don't want you to get sick" Soomin turned to look at you, barely smiling.

You couldn't say no to her, so as soon as she got up from the bench, you stood up and followed her silently, hoping you wouldn't run into Jimin again.

"Y/N, honey!" shouted Taehyung with a smirk, raising his hand and shaking it so you could both see where he was.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as you saw Soomin's look change completely at the sight of him. You wanted something like that too.

"I'm glad you guys are back" Taehyung said as soon as you were in front of him. Yes, just him, you preferred to completely ignore Jimin's existence. "It's almost time for your dance."

"Who's going to dance?" you asked curiously, looking towards the dance floor.

"You and Jimin, who else?" laughed Taehyung, grabbing Jimin's shoulders and pulling him closer to you. "You're the second most important people in the place, obviously you must dance together."

You were regretting earlier. Taehyung was a lousy person, he deserved the worst in the world.

"What the fuck, Taehyung?" you heard Jimin say in a low voice. He sounded even more annoyed than you.

"Come on, don't be shy, it's just a dance, no one's going to die because of that" he gave Jimin's back a few small pats. "Besides, it's our wedding, you should, I don't know, cooperate a little."

And with that said, you were both dragged onto the dance floor, not before you elbowed him in the side and he stomped on your foot.

"What are you still doing here?" asked Jimin, walking past you to the parking lot.

"What do you care?" you snorted, hugging yourself as you felt a strong wind current crash against you. It was barely three in the morning and you already felt like you could turn into a block of ice. In your good years you could last until six in the morning, snow and all. You were out of practice.

Jimin turned to look at you, watching your body tremble slightly. He noticed how you looked down the street, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you checked your cell phone.

"You didn't come by car?" This time he turned completely around, walking towards you. Just because he couldn't stand to be in the same place as you didn't mean he'd leave you here stranded all alone in the middle of the night. He wasn't that much of a psychopath.

"Some idiot crashed my car and told the police it was my fault" you muttered, not taking your eyes off the street, "they took my license a year ago" you snorted as you remembered the fight you had to put up to get them to believe you. It didn't do any good.

"Are you still living in the same apartment?" Jimin started unbuttoning his suit jacket, getting close enough to be able to put it on your shoulders.

You turned to look at him, frowning, why was he asking you that? Worse, why was he handing you his jacket?

"Uhm, yeah, I still live where I always do, why do you ask?" you took his jacket, trying to make it cover as much skin as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, but you wouldn't refuse his help either. The sack wasn't to blame for anything.

"I'll give you a ride" he pointed to his car with his head, "it's better than standing around waiting for a car to come by, and less dangerous than calling an uber and having, I don't know, some creepy guy touch you and want to take advantage of you."

You glanced down the street again. You bit your bottom lip slightly, trying to think through your answer. You didn't want to be alone with Jimin, but he was right, it was too dangerous, especially at this hour. The way to your house wasn't exactly short, at least you had forty minutes, in an uber you could only go alone with the driver. You'd be lying to say that the idea didn't scare you even a little bit.

"Fine" you muttered, watching him walk towards a big black car. It looked pretty expensive, he'd surely been given the promotion he'd worked so hard to earn. It wasn't like you cared either.

You hurried to his side, not taking your eyes off your feet. You wanted to get home soon.

"Here" he whispered close to your ear, opening the passenger door for you.

For a second you thought your heart stopped and your lungs had decided to stop working. Luckily for you, it was just your imagination.

"Thank you" you nodded quickly, getting into the car and grabbing the seatbelt. Jimin had shut the door as soon as you were comfortable in the seat.

You took a breath, feeling your body temperature rise a little at a time. The car was much warmer than outside.

"Ready," Jimin said once he was inside. You watched as he got the car started and prepared to drive, "You can sleep on the way home, I don't mind," he murmured, resting his right elbow on the back of your chair and leaning back to look at the parking lot.

You had to pretty much resist the temptation to watch his arms flex.

"Thank you," you murmured, settling in next to the window. You'd a thousand times rather pretend to sleep than look Jimin in the face as he drove. You wanted to avoid awkward silences.

You closed your eyes and let the warm air from the heater hit your face and relax you enough to fall asleep.

When you opened your eyes you were only a few minutes away from your apartment. You straightened up in your chair and gave a big yawn. You checked the time, it was only three fifty in the morning. You couldn't believe you had slept fifty minutes.

You lifted your head, seeing Jimin's seat empty, you looked all around the inside of the car, and no matter how hard you looked there was no sign of him. You saw your window, feeling your heart race as you saw that Jimin had parked the car in front of your favorite German food store.

You had to bite your tongue to keep from squealing.

It wasn't long before Jimin came out of the store with a large yellow bag in his hands and the car keys in the other. A slight blush adorned his cheeks when he looked up and noticed you staring at him.

You had forgotten how easy it was to make him blush.

He walked to the car door, offering you the bag once he was inside.

"Here," he murmured, looking anywhere else but at you.

"Why did you buy me this?" you took the bag, opening it and looking at the food inside. It was your favorite food.

"You said you were hungry in your sleep" he started the car again, heading straight for your apartment. You couldn't help but watch him the rest of the way.

"Thanks for giving me the ride" you bowed slightly, looking at Jimin. You didn't understand why he had escorted you to the door of your apartment, but you didn't want to discuss it either, you thought it was unnecessary.

"It's nothing, I wouldn't feel at ease knowing that something bad might have happened to you" he nodded awkwardly, scratching his neck.

You turned your back on him, putting your password on the door. The click of the lock broke the silence that had fallen between the two of you. You opened the door slightly, pausing for a few seconds. Memories of the day you broke up came rushing back, causing your heart to clench to the point where it became impossible not to wince.

You didn't want to regret again about something to do with Jimin.

"Don't you want to come in for a drink?" you turned around, watching as Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected you to extend an invitation after everything that happened at the marriage. "I just... I want to return the favor."

He nodded quickly, rubbing his hands down the sides of his pants in a futile attempt to push away the anxiety. He couldn't believe you were seriously inviting him into your home after all this time.

"Come in" you murmured, entering your house with the sound of his footsteps behind you. It had been years since you had invited a man into your home. The last time was when you broke up with Jimin.

You left the bag of food on your kitchen counter and walked over to the cabinet that held your collection of yellow tulip plates. You left two of them next to the bag so you could empty the food inside.

Jimin, on his side, was too distracted looking at the new decoration of your house. The last time he set foot in this place all your walls were painted in a pastel yellow color, full of pictures of abstract paintings and strange photographs that he never fully understood. He also remembered that you had a large collection of pictures of him on your TV cabinet. Both the furniture and the TV had been completely changed for much more modern objects, not to mention that the cheerful paint on your walls had now gone to a beige color, and the abstract art on your walls were now just pictures and paintings of the world's most famous cities. He didn't want to think too much about the fact that his pictures were nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Do you want a beer?" you asked aloud, your head completely stuck in your cooler.

Jimin responded with an affirmative sound, too distracted noticing the differences in the place. Somehow he felt it looked pretty good on you, but that uneasiness that something didn't quite fit the mood was still swirling around in his head.

"Okay" you muttered to yourself, looking at both plates. You couldn't remember when was the last time you ate with someone here, you couldn't even remember when you had last eaten at home. You hated being here. "I've already served the plates, are you coming?".

He nodded as he walked over to you, taking a seat in front of the vacant plate. He felt a little embarrassed to realize that you now knew he still remembered your favorite dish, was that too strange?

"It's so yummy" you moaned contentedly once you tried a bite, "it's been so long since I've eaten this, I've been so busy."

"At least that explains why you're so thin" he murmured, taking a bite of the food into his mouth. He hadn't tasted this food in a while either. He missed it more than he thought he would.

"I only lost ten pounds, it's not for you to exaggerate" you rolled your eyes, stirring your food. You weren't sure how to bring up the subject of your breakup, but you knew it was the last chance you would have to clear things up.

You were both silent for a few minutes, both of you aware of the tension in the room, but neither of you were able to take the first step and break it. You were afraid of opening yourself even more to him, and Jimin was afraid that you would reopen the wound you had left him five years ago.

In the end the only person who was able to take the first step was him. As always.

"What happened to us?" he whispered, staring at his plate. You could tell his lips were moving slowly as he chewed his food.

What had happened to you? Even you weren't sure about that. With Jimin things had always been easier; he knew what you wanted without you telling him, he knew how to read your gestures, he knew your tastes, he loved everything about you, inside and out, the good and the bad. Jimin was the best boyfriend you ever had in your life, and he probably would have been the boyfriend any 20-year-old girl would have wanted. So what had happened to you?

"I've been wondering ever since you broke up with me," he set his fork aside. His plate was now empty, but he still wasn't able to take his gaze off of it. "Did I do something wrong? Was I too persistent? Did I not show you that I loved you enough? Did I not give you enough?" he let out a sigh, letting his back fall against the back of his chair, "I know it's been five years, but I still can't figure out what my mistake was."

You tried to swallow the mouthful in your mouth, but the lump in your throat wasn't making it easy. You wanted to sort out the ideas in your head a bit before answering him. He probably still hated you, you wanted him to, you hated yourself for saying the things you said to him, for treating him the way you did.

"Don't try to find the answer in you" you set your plate aside, knowing you would be unable to continue eating in the state you were in, "it wasn't you who did the wrong things, it was me." You took a breath, taking all the strength you could muster to look Jimin in the face. You wanted him to notice how sincere your apology was. "You were... you were one of the best things that ever happened to me, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret leaving you the way I did, or leaving you in the first place."

"You regret it?" the look on Jimin's face finally lifted and confronted yours. The lump in your throat grew even tighter. "That's no reason to have kicked me out of your house and your life without any explanation and without letting me decide about it, you didn't even give me a chance to tell you what I thought! You blocked my number, you didn't answer when I knocked on the door, you avoided me at all costs" his fists clenched slightly, "I deserved an explanation, just one reason, no matter how stupid it was, would have been enough for me to decide if I wanted to fight for what was ours or just let you go and find my own way."

Making eye contact with Jimin became increasingly difficult as his words became stakes that dug into your heart. You knew he would hold a grudge, but to hear it from his mouth, to hear it in his voice, that was another level, and you weren't sure if you could get through it without bursting into tears midway through.

"I know I owe you an explanation" you tried to say it firmly, you wanted to sound sure of what you were saying, but it was hard when Jimin was in front of you staring at you, "that's why I asked you to come in, I needed to clear things up."

"Well, go ahead, tell me what happened" he folded his arms, turning his body towards you.

"I was afraid" you mumbled, lightly burying your nails into the skin of your fingers, "We had been together for four years, you were all I knew until then, I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted in my life, I didn't want to continue to be with you and live in fear that at some point in our lives we might just stop loving each other" by this point you are no longer even able to look him in the eyes, or even his face. Your eyes stung and the urge to vomit was getting bigger and bigger, "I didn't want our relationship to end up like some sort of worn out marriage, where both parties are horn to other people, where you're not even able to remember the good memories anymore, and I know it sounds stupid, but I was young, and I had a great imagination, and I just.... " you took a breath, letting your head fall back to stop the tears from coming out of your eyes, "I wanted to keep our relationship like it was back then, I thought that maybe, if we broke up before everything was ruined, we would still be able to look back and not forget the beautiful thing we had, and you don't know how much I regret doing that because now I know that all of that was just my mind trying to make a problem out of nothing because of some stupid insecurity, and because of that I lost you, and you were really the only good thing I had up until then."

"Okay, wait a minute, calm down a little," he said in a soft voice, rising from his chair and taking your shoulders. As soon as you felt his hands on you, you burst into tears. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry" he pulled you close to his chest, allowing you to cry on his shirt, not caring if it was stained or not.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered, clinging to his waist as if your life depended on it, "I know I was stupid, God, I said such horrible things to you, I was so cruel, I didn't even think that about you, I just thought... maybe if I acted like a bitch to you you would think badly of me and it would make it easier to forget me".

"I never forgot you" he murmured over your head, gently kissing your scalp, "and I don't think I ever will."

You awkwardly wiped away your tears, pulling away from his chest long enough to see his face, "Really?"

He nodded, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears you had let out a few seconds ago, "I remember absolutely everything. How you loved to sleep cuddled up to me, or how you loved to walk down the soap aisle and smell each one to guess which one I bought" he left a kiss on your forehead, not letting go of your cheeks, "I also remember how you always kept an instant camera on your nightstand so you could capture my face as I slept; I remember how always after you did that you would touch each of my features and leave kisses on them" this time he kissed your cheek and his hands went down your shoulders until they stopped at the level of your waist, "I also remember how you liked to take your time kissing me, and that you were completely incapable of fucking without having a long kissing session before". You closed your eyes as you felt Jimin's forehead rest against yours. You could feel his nose pressing against yours gently, and his lips were so close that every time you moved them you could feel them brush against yours. "But there is one thing that no matter how hard I try, I am unable to remember."

"What one thing?" you whispered, leaning closer to him.

"Your taste" caressed your lower back, pulling on you just enough so that both breasts were stuck together.

"It's okay," you nodded, licking your lips, "that can easily be fixed.”

And you kissed him, and, oh my god, you really wouldn't ever regret that.

You wrapped your arms around Jimin's neck, pulling him to you, trying to make the space between you practically nil. You needed to feel him close, you needed your body and mind to assimilate the fact that it wasn't a complete stranger who was in front of you, it was Jimin, your Jimin, the same Jimin with whom you had your first time, with whom you almost got to live in the same house, the same Jimin who helped you follow your dream of being a photographer without thinking about what others would think. He was the only person you had come to love, and you had finally gotten to have him back.

Jimin gripped your waist tightly, sitting you down on the kitchen counter.

It could be years, but Jimin would never tire of kissing you.

With slightly trembling hands you began to unbutton his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours as soon as possible. Jimin, on the other hand, was concentrating on pulling your bridesmaid dress up to your waist. He couldn't help but barely open his eyes to see your underwear. He couldn't help but let out a groan when he saw that they were your favorite color.

Once you managed to remove her shirt you pulled it off as far as you could, letting your hands roam along his chest. You roamed over every part of his torso that had been exposed, stopping at his lower back so you could caress his dimples. You loved them so much.

"Lift your hips a little" he whispered in your ear, lowering his hands from your waist to your hips.

You quickly obeyed, leaning up just a little, just enough so that Jimin could remove your underwear. You took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Jimin tossed your underwear somewhere in the room, hastily nipping at your neck and shoulders as his fingers neared your center.

You almost cried out when his fingers brushed your clit. It had been months since you had been with a man, which was already surprising considering how sexually active your life had been during the time you were with Jimin. There was practically no day when you didn't have sex. You had been out of practice, and that made you much more sensitive to his touch.

Your hands, trembling from the constant spasms that Jimin's fingers were causing you against your entrance and clit, focused on pulling down Jimin's pants and boxers, smiling internally as you heard him let out a moan as he felt his cock spring free.

You couldn't help but take it in your hands and fiddle with it. Jimin had the most beautiful cock you had ever seen.

"I want you inside" you whispered, making your head back to give Jimin more accessibility. "Now."

Jimin gave you a quick glance, his fingers still fiddling with your clit, massaging and tugging it to his liking, "Now? But-"

"Never mind, I want it now" you insisted, grinding your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him, "I missed five years of this, by this point it's a necessity."

"God, you haven't changed at all" he chuckled softly, taking his cock in his free hand to guide it to your entrance.

He moved the head of his member all over your entrance, sometimes going past it and taking advantage of rolling your clit. You could only respond to him with little moans, gasps and movements of your hips.

"Just shove it in" you grunted, pressing Jimin's head on your neck.

Jimin scoffed softly, starting to push his cock into your pussy. This time it was both of you who screamed.

You really missed this, even if it caused a burning in your pussy from not being lubricated enough, feeling Jimin again made that burning even exciting. You missed him so much.

"You're still just as tight as ever" he grunted into your shoulder, trying not to move so as not to cause you some kind of pain.

You had no interest in holding on. You'd finally been able to have Jimin inside you again, you'd make the most of every fucking second.

"I'm fine," you murmured, grinding your hips against his, "so stop torturing me and move."

"You sure?" he pulled away slightly, watching your face. You couldn't help but feel your heart race at the sight of Jimin's excited face, with his fluffy glossy lips and misty eyes… he looked like an angel.

"More than sure" you nodded quickly, kissing his face.

You almost drew blood on his back after he delivered the first lunge.

He was quite slow at first, his lunges were slow but steady, he would take care to pull his cock almost all the way out, only to bury it in your pussy with a lunge. It wasn't until he felt you were sufficiently lubricated that he began to increase the speed of his lunges.

And it felt like heaven to you.

It might have been 5 years, but Jimin still remembered perfectly what points to touch to bring you to the top in just a few minutes. Or at least that's what you thought after he hit your G-spot directly as soon as his onslaught started to get stronger.

You moaned quite loudly when he touched that spot.

"Your breasts are so cute" he hummed contentedly once he removed the sleeves of your dress and let them fall down until they freed your breasts, "so round and soft, I love them" he murmured, bringing his lips to them and leaving messy kisses around your nipples.

By this point you barely understood what he was saying.

"It feels so good" you whispered between gasps, resting your hands on the counter, leaning your chest closer to his lips, "so fucking good".

"Shit" Jimin grunted, resting his head on your shoulder, "how could you possibly be so tight?" he groaned softly, holding your hips so he could increase the speed of his onslaught, "it feels even better than I remembered."

You nodded awkwardly, using one of your hands to wrap around his neck and kiss him. Unlike the kiss you gave each other at the beginning, this one was much messier. It was all desperate tongues and teeth clashing against teeth.

"Faster" you sighed against his lips, squealing as you felt Jimin grab your waist and lift you off the counter, pressing his body to yours and allowing himself to increase the speed of his onslaught. Your whole body trembled as he used his fingers to pull on your clit as his cock slammed into your G-spot with force.

"I feel so close" he whispered, gritting his teeth as he felt his cock twist inside you. You felt so warm, wet and tight that it was almost impossible not to climax so quickly.

"M-me too," you gripped his shoulders, closing your eyes tightly, "Fuck, I seriously didn't remember you being so good."

Jimin replied with a chuckle, lifting you off the counter and pressing you against the kitchen wall. You groaned as you felt the cold crash against your back. "You still have a weakness for fucking against a wall?"

You didn't reach to answer him as a wave of pleasure built up in your body and was released the instant Jimin thought to press you against the cold wall of your kitchen. Honestly, you couldn't remember the last time you had come this way.

You moaned loudly as you felt Jimin's onslaught continue to get faster and messier. Your pussy burned from how sensitive it was.

"I-I cum" he growled in your ear, clinging to your waist and letting his seed fill your insides.

You were both silent for a few moments, trying to slowly come back to reality.

Jimin's gaze was glued to the junction of his cock with your pussy, watching as a mixture of his cum with your juices dripped to the floor. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'll get something to clean the floor and-".

"No," you murmured, clinging to him with arms and legs, just as a sloth would cling to its branch, "Just…can we stay like this a little longer?"

"You want me to hold you against the wall?" he frowned, slightly confused. His legs would kill him the next day, but he was willing to do it if that's what you wanted.

"No" you rolled your eyes, looking Jimin in the eyes, "I want to feel you inside me, just a little more" you kissed his bare shoulder, marking a path from his shoulder to his jaw, "My room is the last door on the right. Let's stay there for a while, until tomorrow, please."

Jimin let a smile grow on his face at hearing that you would let him stay at your place tonight. The idea that this meant a second chance for you made his heart pound. He wondered if you could feel it now that your head was attached to his chest.

"Okay, let's go to your room" he whispered, leaving a chaste kiss on your crown of your head, "then let me take care of the mess we left, it was partly my fault."

"Since you insist…" you laughed softly, letting Jimin carry you to your certain in his arms.

You missed that feeling so much. You hoped and prayed this time you wouldn't ruin it.

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satzumosupremacy · 1 year ago

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Hong Kong Incident

Male reader X Minnie

2k words

Tags: Smut

You wake up early in the afternoon with a woman sleeping beside you. In confusion, you sit up quietly, looking around your hotel room, seeing your clothes and the girl you slept with. A sudden memory—her name is Minnie—and an empty bottle of whiskey right on the nightstand. You vividly remember how it all started before the alcohol entered your system.

You quietly lay back down, with her still sleeping. "She sleeps so beautifully" is your first impression of the day. You look at the ceiling and close your eyes, trying to remember what happened last night like a puzzle. Here’s what you remember as you try to dig up your vivid memories of yesterday while she sleeps right beside you—narrating your memories to yourself.

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A knocking sound comes from your door, and you go to check if it was room service. A beautiful lady with bangs is right in front of you and looks like a celebrity.

Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was my room. I must have read it as 438 instead of 483. I’m so sorry to bother you, sir."

“It’s okay, ma’am.”

She rushes into the distance, embarrassed by her clumsy mistake. You find her hot and beautiful at the same time. You hesitate to get her number and decide to close the door. You check up with your colleagues back in America to see if things are going smoothly and head to the bathroom to take a shower. You come back out with a robe, putting on some shorts, until a knock is heard on your door again.

“Oh hey, it’s you again.” You teased the unknown woman.

“May I get your number?”

You walk back in to get your phone while she holds the door open. You give her your phone number. “What’s your name?” You questioned her.

“I’m Nicha, but call me Minnie. What’s your name?”

“I’m, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you. May I come in? You’re a handsome guy.”

"Let me get fully dressed first; be right back. I’ll need to close the door, though." She closes the door and waits. You open the door and guide her in. "I must say, you’re insanely beautiful, Minnie."

“Thank you, let’s talk about each other. What do you do?”

“I’m a surgeon in America, I came here for a vacation.”

“Oh I’m on vacation too. You really don’t know me?”

“No, Minnie, I’m guessing you’re a celebrity?”

“I am, I’m surprised you don’t know me.”

“Im so sorry, I’m always busy with surgeries.”

“No worries, but what makes you say that I’m beautiful?”

“Your eyes.” You said straightforwardly.

“That’s cute, but I think it’s better if you see how they are in another aspect.”

“What do you mean?”

"Let’s just drink some alcohol; we can get to know each other more." She gets up and opens the fridge with alcohol. It’s a luxury hotel with many things to entertain guests. You don’t mind having a drink with Minnie, knowing you both find each other attractive. Words exchange for an hour; the alcohol is close to being empty; you’re buzzed at this point with Minnie. You found her even more attractive as she looked at you with a different glare.

She gets closer to you as you sit on the bed. You realize she came in for a different reason. I've wanted something else ever since I saw you." She said seductively and glides her hands around your chest. You see her eyes differently—full of desire and lust.

Your heart is pounding faster; adrenaline and testosterone rush within your body. "Minnie."

"Shh, you won’t regret this." Minnie takes off your pants, kissing the bulge underneath your boxers. She chuckles seductively and slowly takes off your boxers, kissing the tip of your hard cock loudly with her soft lips. You can tell she’s buzzed by her rosy cheeks glowing and wraps her mouth around your cock.

You fall back onto the bed with your legs hanging on the edge while she’s on her knees sucking you off slowly. You can feel your heart pumping faster and your blood vessels pulsing in your head as you have a migraine from all the alcohol. Minnie’s blowjob is somewhat easing your migraine, you hear her gagging, taking every inch of your cock deeper within her mouth. "Fuck, Minnie." You groaned.

"Mhm." She gave you a reply as she keeps sucking you off and Minnie moaning louder. You close your eyes hard, catching your breath as you desperately gasp. Your cock starts to twitch, she’s getting you to your limits quickly by how intoxicated you are along with her. You unknowingly arch your back, overwhelmed by her warm mouth wrapping around your cock. She stares right at you, desperately fighting yourself because you can’t hold back anymore. Minnie doesn’t stop; she uses her hands to jerk you off with her tongue around your tip.

"Fuck, Minnie!" You erupt in her mouth, flooding her inner cheeks with warm cum as she swallows them desperately. She slows down, sucking you off like a vacuum until you finish. You take deep breaths momentarily while Minnie undresses and crawls on top of your face. You grab her thighs, locking her in as you help yourself to her wet folds in front of you.

"Eat me." She said quickly, and her thighs glue onto the side of your face. You kiss her inner thighs and quickly get a taste of her folds. Minnie moans as her thigh muscles latch onto your face harder. "Y/N!" She moaned your name.

You love how she says your name with a voice like hers. As intoxicated as you are from the alcohol, you’re also intoxicated by Minnie herself. She leans on the headrest of the bed, gripping it hard as you eat her pussy, sucking up all her tasty juice. Her moans are muffled by her thighs against your ear. It wasn’t what you wanted, but you’re so addicted to tasting her folds and giving her pleasure.

You eat her pussy passionately; she’s overwhelmed by the alcohol, and you take your time knowing you’re both intoxicated. You grab her ass; it wasn’t the biggest or the smallest, but all that matters is that she got enough meat to grip and firmly slap them. You caress her ass more, loving the way you’re getting a feel of a naked celebrity in your bed. It turns her on as you treat her body gently. She moans louder, not caring about the other guest beside your room.

Minnie’s body tense up quickly; you got her to her limits. You eat her pussy faster, licking her clit as she starts to squirm around while you pin her thighs. Minnie covers her mouth, jerking her body hesitantly to not hurt you in any way. You slow down, letting her ride out her orgasm as you keep getting a taste of her. Minnie taps your shoulders, and you let go. She gets off, lays on top of you, and catches her breath.

“You taste good, Minnie.”

“I’d say the same.”

You both lay quietly for several seconds while you both make out. She kisses your neck, nibbling it here and there, and you guide her closer to your lips. You get hard again, and she crawls back on her knees to put your cock inside her. Minnie inserts it in slowly, feeling every inch as it goes deeper into her walls. You and Minnie exchange groans. She places her hands on your chest, slowly grinding as you both look at each other with lust. You love how her eyes look, falling deep into oblivion as you both stare at each other.

Minnie grinds faster and you grab her tits, gently squeezing them and giving them a few light slaps. She giggles at how much respect you show her, even if she wanted this from the start without you knowing. Her breaths became heavy, gasping for air while she starts to ride you with her hair slapping her back consistently. "Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good inside me." She groaned after.

“You’re so tight, just what I love about you.”

“Y/N.” She moaned your name as she gasp.

“Minnie.”

You both are staring at each other as you grunt. Her mouth is opened, taking in every breath of air. Her cat eyes become so seductive, it’s dangerous enough to get you to your limits. You decide to dance with the devil, not knowing if she’s on a pill while you’re so distracted by her beautiful eyes. Her head drops down with her hair on the side. She grips hard near your collarbone; you feel her nails digging into your skin, but it’s tolerable enough. Both of you are exchanging breaths as Minnie keeps her pace. You hold onto her ass, helping her ride you.

“Fuck, you’re so manly.”

“Anything for a beautiful woman like you, Minnie.”

She smiles shyly with her rosy cheeks as she keeps riding you. It becomes several minutes to an hour, estimating the time of her on top without a proper time to tell. She gets down closer with her tits mashed against your chest. You give her a hug and use your legs to thrust into her. You can tell she’s tired; you penetrate her walls slowly, then pick up the pace. She’s moaning erotically, saying your name often as she takes your thrust. You kiss her passionately while your thighs collide with her ass.

You’re getting to your limit—sober enough to hear her beautiful voice clearly. She’s hugging you tightly, still moaning in your ear. You explore her toned back, caressing every part of her body as if you couldn't get enough.

“Minnie, are you on a pill?”

“No, just cum inside me, I want it. I’ll buy plan b tomorrow.”

“I don’t plan to pull out of a beauty like you either way, Minnie.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Do it, cum inside me.”

You kiss her hair, thrusting deep inside her harder; the room gets louder while you penetrate her walls. You start to grunt harder, and your cock pulsates, then erupts without warning. You pause deep inside her tight pussy, coating her walls as you flood her pussy with your warm cum. She groans in surprise, feeling how much you're cumming inside her as it leaks out slowly. You give Minnie a tight hug, desperately wanting all the cum to be inside her. You finish, and she kisses you on the neck and your lips.

You let Minnie get off of you and lay beside you. "I didn’t think I'd fuck someone on this vacation." She laughed afterward.

“I didn't either. I loved it, Minnie.”

“Let’s get some rest. It was a wild time for both of us.”

You get up, turn the lights off, open the blinds slightly, and get on the bed. She gives you a smile, and you smile back, softly laughing together afterward. Minnie inches closer to your chest and becomes fast asleep. You fall asleep several seconds later with her presence in your bed.

———Back to present time

Minnie wakes up, remembering what happened last night. You open your eyes, meeting hers while she looks at you. “Good morning, Minnie.”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“It was great last night.”

“It really was, thanks.”

“You should hurry and buy some plan b.”

"Oh fuck, you’re right." Minnie gets up and quickly dresses herself. You stare at her naked body for the last time. "Sorry, but I have to go."

“It’s okay. You have my phone number.” You said humbly.

“Let me give you mine in case.”

She gives you her number, and you get up to put on your shorts with your robe, walking her out of the room and waving at each other as she heads back to her room.

#gidle smut #minnie smut #kpop smut

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luvyeni · 2 years ago

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Can we get some more 9th member x skz talk? maybe some pervy action with that topic too. like feeling her up during lives or in the studio. idk sumn like that.

perv!ot8 skz x 9th female member

perv!ot8 who tells you that you don't have to leave the room to change into your music show outfit , "we promise we won't look." but the moment you turn around they're all opening their eyes taking a peak.

perv!chan who invites you to be a guest on chans room and touches you through your panties, you let out a whine but cover it up saying you have a headache and the comments are going crazy about how he's so attentive towards you thinking he's whispering in your ear if you're okay or something when in reality it's something totally different. "do you want them to know you're a naughty girl letting me touch you like this?"

perv!minho who tells you to come to the dance studio so he could help you fix your mistakes in the choreo before the comeback , eyeing you up and down when you come in with your leggings and sports bra. his hands are constantly going down, grabbing your ass, when you shyly push his hand away, he flips it on you. "why are you trying to rile me up then , you aren't slick."

perv!changbin who agrees to help you record your skz-player , meeting you in the studio alone, you're in the little box for a while , getting ready to give up because changbin keeps telling you to do it over , "does that sound good." you almost start to cry he says "not yet , do it one more time." you whine , doing what you're told , what you don't notice is changing fisting his cock to your voice.

perv!hyunjin who begs you to do a dance with him , and picks the dirtiest song that he could , saying "it's just a dance , we're professionals." but nothing about what he's about to do is professional, grabbing your waist , pulling you flush against his hardening cock , groaning into your ear , coping a feel of your boobs when he goes to do a specific move. "you're lucky that camera is there."

perv!han who tells you to sit in his lap while you're in the studio writing a song together claiming "because i'll work better if you're really close to me." , but you can barely get any lyrics down because because he's too busy rutting his hips against your ass. "j...jisung what are you doing?" "nothing love , keep writing your lyrics , this needs to be done today."

perv!felix pulls you into his lap when you complain about having to sit on the floor , "there now you don't have to." smirking at your flustered state. "they're asking if you're sick, you're a little red." he read the comment, "are you sick?" he bit back a smirk as you tried to explain that you are a little sick, but he knows you're lying , he knows it's because he's grinding his hard cock against you, whispering in your ear. "good girl."

perv!seugmin who agrees to help you with your vocals , meeting you in the dance room, "minnie we've been doing the same thing for hours, my throat hurts." he is so sick of your complaining. "come here." he sits unbuckling his pants , your flustered state making his cock harder , "get on your knees , i'll really make your throat hurt."

perv!jeongin who corners you in the unoccupied area of the music bank hallway , your outfit showed a lot more skin than normal and jeongin couldn't hold himself back anymore , "i..innie." you pushed at his chest, looking around to see if anyone was looking "that skirt is so fucking short." he pushed your thighs apart , his hand finding it's way into your safety shorts. "so messy, gonna cum right before you go on stage."

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aettuddae · 7 months ago

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business matter — profiles 1.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

masterlist | profiles 2 | chapter 1

HeAVEN. a 5 member girlgroup under olympia entertainment. they debuted in may 2018 with the mini album "arrival." global success came with their first full album released in august 2019, "promised land."

priv | vibe

SERIM. leader, main vocalist, lead dancer, face of the group and center of HeAVEN. a popular guest on variety shows, even being a fixed cast member on TvN's maze-solving program: "azza time!" she is loved for her charisma and witty humor, as well as her leadership and golden voice.

YVES | ha sooyoung. main dancer and lead rapper of HeAVEN. certified extrovert of the group, she's the official call for solo promotion. well known for her fashion sense and unique visuals, also gets a lot of modeling gigs.

MINNIE. main vocal of HeAVEN. when we say "it girl," we mean her. fashion icon of her generation, the commercials and ads offers keep coming, so is very difficult to avoid her perfect face with all the brands she represents.

CHAEYOUNG. main rapper and visual of HeAVEN. "summer beauty," that face is on every magazine you open. newer idols' favorite senior, she's the sweetest girl out there ! that's probably the reason why every group wants to promote on her youtube drinking show: chaeng's bar.

YUJIN. lead vocalist and maknae of HeAVEN. when koreans think of the perfect maknae, they think of ahn yujin. if you watch dramas or have ears, you probably heard one of her osts.

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wonwoosthetic · 1 year ago

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A/N: there's the Wonnie part I mentioned in my form! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the cute suggestions and ideas you guys have been sending me!! <3

turning every carat into a wonnie stan in 2023

[in brackets] – text in the video

italics – conversations that weren’t caught on camera, but are just for you (the readers ˙ᵕ˙)

[now]

[you know me]

[if there's one wonnie stan on this earth left, it's me]

[therefore, I have a mission. a mission i made myself]

[and that is to turn every (especially new) carat into a wonnie stand because these two have my heart and will forever have it]

[forever and ever🫣]

[so, pls enjoy this☺️]

[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1

Minnie was walking around in her small cubicle before sitting down on the white chair, crossing her legs to find a comfortable position. All of a sudden a piece of paper flew in from the top of the wall, making her eyes go wide.

"Oh?" She wondered, putting her feet down to reach down to the floor, snatching it up with her hands. Leaning her elbows on the edge of the table, she opened the message sent to her, reading over it before chuckling, and turning it around to show it to the camera.

'You're a dummy'

[love that that's the first thing that came to his mind to write down]

"Ya!" She shouted with a giggle. "Wonwoo! I'm next to you!"

[the way she recognized his handwriting so quickly?! goals]

The sound of his laughter could be heard, followed by a, "Oh, sorry, my bad."

The girl put the piece of paper down on the table, took the pen provided for her, and decided to write a reply back, showing it to the camera before she folded it again and walked over to the wall.

['dummies are only friends with dummies, so that makes you one too, idiot' i can't with her😭😂]

[i love this childish side of them together]

Realising that it was too high for her to just throw it over, she chuckled to herself, shaking her head and crouching down on the floor to try and create a paper aeroplane, hoping it would help.

[I JUST KNOW IF MINGYU OR SCOUPS SAW THAT, THEY WOULD BULLY THE HECK OUT OF HER😭😭😭😭]

She managed to get it over, sitting back down in her seat to wait for a reaction, which followed shortly. The chuckle of her boyfriend made her grin proudly.

[i love them]

"Minnie-ah!" Wonwoo's voice called out to the girl who was sitting calmly on the floor, her back against one of the walls. "Minnie-ah! Open my door, please."

"Huh?" With a grin, she pushed herself up. "Can't you open your own door?"

"It's locked. Did you lock it?" He continued to tease her.

"What? Noo, how could you think of me like that," she answered before sending a guilty facial expression to the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

[it's such a short but cute interaction]

GAM3BO1 #9

[NOW THIS]

[y'all better hold onto your horses bc when i opened the live and saw minnie sitting next to him, i literally almost screamed🫣🫢]

[so much happened and i highly suggest watching the entire live bc they were abolutely just too cute]

[but i gathered some of my favourite moments, so have fun]

Minnie was straightening down her hair when the live started while Wonwoo was unpacking the the chopsticks, placing one pair in front of the girl while keeping the other pair to himself. She quietly thanked him while her hands were still busy fixing her hair from the ponytail she had worn before,

"Good morning, Carats!" She greeted them, "Good day or good evening," and grinned into the camera when a piece of Kimbap got closer to her lips, making her lean forward and open her mouth to let herself get fed by the older member next to her.

[him giving her the first piece of food?! MARRIAGE IN HAND RN💍]

[i know, i know... the bar is in hell😒]

[bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla]

[but this was cute alright?!]

Wonwoo did his greeting too, before eating another piece himself.

"Today," he started after swallowing, "I have the next guest on Gameboy," and motioned with his hand towards Minnie, who waved into the camera.

"Hey, everyone," she smiled.

"The reason for doing this live early is that we have to go to practice after this, so we have a time limit today," the '96 Liner explained while the female member nodded along, putting another piece of Kimbap into her mouth, happily moving around in her seat.

[HER LITTLE HAPPY DANCE]

The rapper looked to his left, eyeing the girl with amusement, waiting for her to see his reaction.

[oh you're even more of a fan of hers than i am, Jesus Christ😶]

[alright mr jeon simp wonwoo]

Once their eyes met, Minnie immediately stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she chuckled.

[stop being so adorable together]

"The Kimbap is really good."

"Mm," Wonwoo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, the food they give me here is always good."

"Well," the girl shrugged with a sigh, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't invited before, so I didn't know."

[OH, now she's throwing the shade, damn]

"Heyyy," the older member teased her as he reached for the food with his chopsticks, "Don't be sulky now."

[hell yeah she should be sulky about that]

"I'm not," she shook her head and crossed her arms, closing her eyes as she turned her head away from Wonwoo, making him chuckle.

"Mh, sure," he hummed.

[MH SURE]

[bro istg i felt my laptop vibrate bc of how deep that MH SURE was😫😫]

The two decided to read out some comments and eat first before jumping into the game.

"Did you perm your hair?" Wonwoo read out a question by a fan. Minnie's eyes went to fix themselves on his head, her fingers reaching out to touch a strand.

[and she just gets to do that on a regularly? how is that fair?]

[why do i not have a wonwoo who's hair i can just randomly touch whenever?]

"I did perm my hair, but it's not noticeable since it's still short. And the perm... It's not something that is very noticeable."

"But you did have really permed hair a few years ago," Minnie mentioned, getting a hold of the drink in a cup provided for her. "Carats really liked that."

[YES, YES WE DID]

[🤝🏼THANK YOU MINNIE FOR REMINDING HIM BC WE NEED THAT WONWOO BACK🤝🏼]

[THE CURLY BLACK HAIR WONWOO?! SIGN ME UP]

[i love minnie for being such a spokesperson for carats]

[i'm betting my ass she saw all the thirst tweets after he had just permed his hair]

"Oh yeah, that's true." Wonwoo agreed.

The girl chuckled, setting the cup down again. "When your hair's wet, it's really curly for some reason."

[oh right, yeah, thanks for reminding me that you get to see him with wet hair ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS]

[love getting reminded how lonely i am🥲]

"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his food. "But I don't know why it doesn't dry as curly."

[in the name of all carats: minnie, we would pls need a picture of wet curly hair wonwoo]

[for very important scientific reasons😬 thank you]

For a few seconds, they continued to look at the screen in front of them when another interesting question popped up.

"Is Minnie a fan of the Gameboy lives?" Wonwoo read out loud, leaning back to watch her as she answered with an excited nod, getting a grin to form on his lips.

"I've been there since day one. I've watched all of them."

[of course you have]

[wonwoo's biggest supporter, i'm telling you🤷🏼‍♀️]

[we've got the next simp right here]

"You've even watched some from over there," he mentioned and pointed to somewhere behind the camera.

[SEE]

[we love a supportive girlfriend]

She nodded, "Mh, I think... the first... two? Or maybe the first and third one?"

[this girl literally just sat in a room and watched him play games]

[you cannot tell me that they don't do that at home too]

[mingyu joins in sometimes probably too and they just oggle wonwoo together]

[who wouldn't though]

She eyed her boyfriend, but he just kept looking at her, not giving her an answer. "I don't remember," before turning back towards the camera. "But yes, I've watched a lot of them. Because I like them."

[like the game or like the player?👀👀]

[come on, minnie]

After discussing the pictures Wonwoo and Dokyeom took in Japan, and the collage he posted after their concert, Minnie found a comment she wanted to read out loud.

"Minnie should teach you how to edit collages," turning towards him with a proud smile on her lips.

"You can edit pictures very well, you make collages quite often," he told her, slightly chuckling at her facial expression.

[SIMP]

[he's so smithen and she's acting so cute around him wtf is in the air]

She nodded. "But," the female member pointed out, "the collages that you're talking about, Carats don't get to see."

[excu-the fuck-sez moi?]

[are we keeping secrets from each other now minnie?]

She looked back into the camera to continue. "I make collages with the members, so that at the end of each month, I can send them into the group chat and we can look back on what we did that month. Sometimes they take a bit longer, but I only send them to the members, I don't post them."

[AHA]

[alright]

[so that's how that is]

Wonwoo nodded, taking a sip from his own drink, "I forgot about that. But the other pictures you post are edited very well."

[jesus christ, alright, would you like to compliment her on her chopsticks skills as well?]

"But I don't think you should change your collage-making skills. It's very you. It's very Wonwoo."

[🥰🥰]

He grinned at the girl's comment. "Very Wonwoo?" She chuckled along with a nod. "Then you should like that, right?"

[WONWOO?!😳]

[you guys are still on a 🤨LIVE🤨 stream]

[i think bro thought it was just them two alone]

For a few seconds too long the girl looked at the older rapper stunned, who smiled at her.

['my dude, what did you just say in front of the camera'😳😅]

"W- Why...," she grinned before catching herself again, "I think, Carats should like it." Extending her arm to get a piece of chicken between her chopsticks. "They're the ones you should want to impress."

[what a quick save from our girly]

[but yeah, i mean... he's already impressed her enough probably]

"Oh, yeah, you're right," he smiled, looking back at the screen to read more comments, jolting slightly all of a sudden before both of them started chuckling.

[I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW]

[this girl kicked him under the table🤣]

[you saw her smirk, and you saw his reaction]

[put two and two together]

The two of them explained that Minnie was the Animal Crossing expert and would be the first to tour a few islands. They got to work, put in the code and travelled to the first island made by a Carat.

The female member was moving the character around, taking in every corner and every little detail the fan had left for them, explaining everything along the way when they arrived at the beach.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed with a happy smile on her face, "It's Raymond!"

[oh she's a REAL animal crossing fan]

She clicked on the right button to make the two characters interact, grinning at the screen while Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows behind her.

"Raymond?"

"Yeah, he reminds me of you," she turned slightly to her left to look at the rapper next to her.

[all of caratland agress witht hat]

"That's why I have him on my island too."

[she has her own wonwoo in her little imaginary, fictional island]

[she's so cute]

[she's just like us]

Making the other member laugh out loud and even some of the staff members behind the camera chuckle. "What?" She smiled. "He doesn't talk much, he's very smart, he wears glasses and he's a cat. That's Wonwoo."

[that is wonwoo. can't argue with her about that]

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about him."

[can you pls just imagine an excited minnie skipping into his room, showing him this little animated cat and telling him it reminds her of him]

She nodded, "I have a lot of characters on my island because they remind me of the members."

[i need to see it]

Wonwoo took a sip of his iced tea before continuing, "Next time, you should bring your Nintendo Switch, and then we can look at your island."

[boyfriend supporting his girlfriend's little ficitonal fantady, love it]

Minnie smiled in agreement.

[THANK YOU]

[love how wonwoo wants to show of her achievements in a game haha]

"Oh, look! A puppy!" The female member smacked the rapper's chest, who had his right arm on the backrest of her chair, to make him turn his attention away from the screen with the comments.

[a lot to uncover here]

[first, the arm?! so casual?! literal butterflies from seeing his freaking arm around HER CHAIR]

[i need to see someone...😪]

He dramatically grunted, clutching the place she had just hit as she pointed at the computer screen in front of her. "It's Mingyu."

[how tf do they manage to include this man EVERYWHERE]

"How kind of them to even include Mingyu like that," Wonwoo chuckled.

[😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]

While the rapper had gone to the toilet, it was Minnie's turn to entertain Carats on her own, reading through their comments.

"Are you excited for the new Taylor Swift album? YES!" She shouted excitedly, "Yes I am! I already pre-ordered the vinyl. I'm happy. I'm more than happy."

[SWIFTIE CARATS UNITE]

[WE HAVE FOUND OUR LEADER]

[i love how she probably sees taylor the way we see her tbh]

[like just... UGH, i need them two to meet]

The smile never left her lips, giggling as she read the next comment, "Are you more excited about being on Gameboy or the Taylor Swift album?"

[that question was CRUEL]

[love it]

Minnie shook her head, "You guys... are really something. You can't compare those two. They're different types of happiness. But I'm also very very happy to be here. Although..."

[oh oh]

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm kind of not happy about the fact that Coups was here before me. Wonwoo prefers the leader over his own roommate... I don't know how to feel about that..."

[damn, that hurt]

For the last few seconds of being alone, a Carat dared Minnie to spin in her chair and not get dizzy because she had said before that she doesn't get dizzy easily due to her ballerina training.

[just explain to me how this 25 year old woman can be so competitive with people she doesn't even know or see]

[like... she literally went 'oh, you don't think i can do it? watch me‘ MINNIE]

She was so focused on continuing to push herself with the help of the table, that she didn't notice the rapper coming back into the room. Not until the chair was suddenly stopped, scarring her as she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.

"Jesus! You scared me!"

[dude, you scared me, i thought you were gonna spin yourself out of that chair]

"What are you doing?" Wonwoo chuckled moving her slightly away to get to his chair, settling down as he kept his glance on the girl.

"A Carat dared me to spin and not get dizzy."

"And? Are you dizzy?"

She grinned at him. "Nope." Making him shake his head with a smile before turning his attention to the screen.

[i would've loved to see what the fuck was going on in his head when he saw her like this]

[THIS IS FR ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THEM EVER]

[it's just so cute]

"No, you have to-"

"Like this?"

"No, tap th-"

"This one?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You have to put it down-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you c-"

"Look, I can't-"

"Wonwoo! You-"

"Like that?"

"No, g-"

"This?"

"No, please-"

"But look-"

"Wonwoo, Jesus, give me the controller," Minnie huffed out loud with a smile after a debate that went on for way longer than she wanted, snatching the controller out of the man's grip.

[THE BICKERING]

[who would've thought she'd bicker like that with anyone but mingyu]

[and then WONWOO of all people]

The rapper grinned to himself at the frustration of the female member, looking ahead at the screen filling up with comments while the girl's eyes were trained on the game.

[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PROUD HAHAHAH]

"I never thought there would be another member better at gaming than Wonwoo," he read out loud, making both of them chuckle. "Yeah," the '96 Liner sighed, "Minnie is a lot better than me in these types of games. And Sims, and-"

[YES, tell us all about how great minnie is, LETS GO WONWOO]

"Fifa," she interjected, earning her a confused glance by him. At the sudden silence, she turned her head towards him, giggling. "What?"

"You're not better than me at Fifa."

She shrugged, "I could be."

['i could be‘ she's literally challenging him?!]

But Wonwoo continued to shake his head, his eyes back on the camera. "She's not better than me at Fifa."

[he's letting her be better in animal crossing and sims, but this guy draws the line at fifa HAHAHAHA]

"Awww," Minnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the screen. "♪ We're going to the chapel and we're... gonna get married... going to the chapel, and we're... going to get married-♫"

Wonwoo away from the screen, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him. "What are you singing?"

"A wedding song. I think my mum used to listen to it. It's kinda old, but I just remembered it," she explained, while Wonwoo made his character run around the room to look at every detail.

"Aah, because it's a wedding hall?" He wondered, getting a hum from her in return.

[smart guy🤓]

"They made it really pretty," Minnie commented. "It reminds me of the set where we filmed the special video for 'April Shower'."

"Oh, right," the rapper agreed, "Maybe that's what the Carat wanted to portray."

"Maybe," the girl nodded.

"Maybe we should get married here."

[sorry, i just choked on my water]

[WHAT?!😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳]

[he just threw that question into the room like that?!]

The sudden question threw Minnie off as her head snapped towards him, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

"What?"

[yeah same]

[what?!]

He turned to meet her eyes, only grinning at the female member.

[HEY]

[ya can't say sth like that and then just smirk this handsomely]

[minnie move, i gotta take this man to a wedding chapel]

"Eyy, you can't say stuff like that," she pushed his shoulder, making him laugh while she shook her head. "Sorry Carats, he's weird."

[OR IS HE?]

[her reaction was everything]

[yes girl... you played that off... so well...]

After they clicked off and made sure to save the game, the two idols turned towards the camera. Wonwoo did a big stretch, reaching back with his arms as the girl turned towards him.

[eyeing the biceps, i see]

[as if you don't get to see enough of him every day already HUH]

"When can I come the next time?" He read out loud from the screen. Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, then directed his attention to one of the staff members behind the camera to make sure he wasn't spreading false information, all while Minnie was still focused on the comments.

"And Minnie-" the deep voice made her glance at the man next to her, "Will you be here next time?"

"If you invite me," she grinned at him.

[mh, tell him minnie]

With a chuckle, he nodded, "Okay, then let's see. If there's time we could play 'Howling Abyss'."

[is he trying to scare her away?]

[like... request another game she has never mentioned before dude]

"Oh..." she commented with a grimace.

"What?"

"Is that the one you tried teaching me?" She wondered. His nod confirmed her concern.

"Why?" A slight chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"I'm not good at it," she whined, suddenly clutching onto his arm, "Wonwoo, you can't make me play games that I'm bad at. I'll look like an idiot."

[the hand of the biceps]

[girly just had to touch it]

[i don't blame her]

[i'd be touching him all day everyday if i could]

Her reaction made him laugh out loud as his hand came up to cover hers, "Then you'll get better until next time. Or maybe the time after the next one. Then we can play together."

[WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SQUEAL]

[HIM TRYING TO SUPPORT HER?!]

[just kiss already for fuck's sake, I see the look in your eyes, come on]

A big huff left Minnie's lips as she dropped her hands. "Why can't we just play Sims together..."

[dream team]

Wonwoo chuckled, "You said you can't play that in multiplayer."

Which received him a glaring side-eye from the female dancer. "We could find a way."

"Sure," he nodded with a smile.

[and there comes the supporting boyfriend yet once again]

Incheon Airport 231112

[idk what is in the air, but they've been so much closer i feel like?!]

The entire group was making their way through their airport, each member walking at their own pace, next to each other, in a line, or by themselves as they waved to the cameras that were following them through the building. Wonwoo and Minnie were in the middle, the rapper carrying his roll suitcase while the female member only had a small shoulder bag casually by her side. Both covered in big coats due to the cold weather. With all the screaming, shouting, and camera clicking around them, the couple, as well as the rest of the group, was used to not talking to each other while in pace, only once they would come to a halt or find a quieter spot after making it through the security check.

[i don't even want to know how stressful this can be😖]

They had reached the passport checkpoint, making them form a somewhat ordered line, each member standing behind another one, their managers and bodyguards by their side. The couple, who had stood close to each other the entire time was facing each other, leaning in slightly to hear the other person better. As there were still people in front of them, they had some time to pass.

[idk if this is a coincidence or if they're each wearing just one airpot BUT the fact that minnie is only wearing a right one and wonwoo is only wearing a left one?!?!?!?👀👀👀]

[maybe not so much of a coincidence]

[sharing airpods?!?!?! stfu they're so adorable]

Minnie chuckled at something the '96 Liner had said, making her turn around to catch the lens of one of the cameras directly with her eye.

[i really want to know what he said hahaha]

[spill the tea about annoying paparazzi]

A quick smile was sent before she turned her direction back to the man in front of her, reaching up, thanks to his height, to adjust the bucket hat on his head, pulling it down just a tad bit more.

[she makes sure he stays covered bc that's how he feels comfortable]

[i'm gonna cry]

She let her left hand brush over his shoulder and to his back, giving him a few gentle and comforting pats.

[they really need each other omg]

The sound of his voice ringing through the one ear that didn't have an airpod in, made her lean in once again before nodding along to what the rapper was telling her.

[OH PLS just kiss already guyyyyssssss]

Once the people in front of them in line were done and their turn had come, Wonwoo's hand on her back now pushed her forward slowly to go first, letting her know by tapping his fingers against her.

[👀]

Minnie was quickly through, thanked the staff and moved further, coming to a halt behind the railing and taking the moment to turn to the cameras and fans one last time before they'd finally reached a more private area of the airport. The '96 Liner joined her, waving to the fans for a quick moment before turning around and following their manager with the female performer right by his side.

[i want someone to wait for me like that]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN ('FML' Promotions Sketch)

"Pre-recordings are usually always fun, but for some reason, the members are extra happy today," Minnie explained into the camera as they filmed a short interview in the hallway right before their Music Bank stage appearance.

[can we just real quick give a shoutout to her stylist?! the makeup?! The outfits?! I'm in LOVE]

"But I'm not gonna complain about that. I'm very happy that they're... so excited, early on in the morning."

[minnie... this isn't their fault... you're just a morning person that i will never understand]

For a second, she looked around the room, focusing on something behind the camera. "I already took my pictures. I'm gonna post them on Instagram later. Now it's Junnie's turn," motioning for the cameraman to focus on the Chinese member who had just waddled his way into the small gap by the railing.

[and the pictures were FIRE]

"You know," the camera shot back to her, "I'm really glad you always do these interviews before our performances," Minnie chuckled. "Because after them..." she pressed her lips into a tight line before continuing, "You... you really don't want to see us that gross and out of breath and sweaty."

[we do actually. we do.]

"I don't look good like that."

[yes you do, tf are you on about?!]

[this woman...]

"So thank you for always... showing us from our good side-" her demeanour changed within a second as her attention paced to someone next to the cameraman. "What are you doing?!" She whined. "You're making me nervous, looking at me like that."

Once the camera moved to the side, Wonwoo's figure was revealed.

[OF COURSE HE'S THERE]

[look at that grin]

[UGH]

[called me single just by smiling at her wtf]

He had his arms crossed and a smirk decorated his face as his eyes were fixed on the female member, who had gotten closer to him to push him away playfully. Thanks to his stature, the rapper only budged slightly, making the girl sigh out loud.

[big boy]

[i need him to put me in a headlock]

"He's been standing there the entire time," she told the camera.

The '96 Liner continued to look at her. "What? I'm not allowed to stand here?"

[DON'T DO HER LIKE THAT WONWOO]

[we know damn well why you were standing there]

[you little simp]

"I'm talking about being disgusting and sweating, and you're just standing there, laughing at me," she shook her head, crossing her arms as she gazed at him.

[*whispers* because he's secretly in love with you, but pssh]

Wonwoo chuckled at her comment, his nose scrunching up slightly. "I wasn't laughing AT you."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever..."

Then, it was his turn to look into the camera. "Carats," he started, "I promise, I wasn't laughing at her. I was enjoying her interview just like you would."

[-... i'm gonna have a stroke]

Minnie's laugh echoed in the background before Wonwoo joined her, waving off the cameraman as he disappeared again.

[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1

"If you get over 90 on that karaoke machine, I'll give you 10." Minnie overheard Woozi's voice as she was washing her hands by the sink in the kitchen.

Her ears perked up when DK continued. "Okay, if you give it your all, I'll give you 30 grapes." She quickly dried her hands and rushed over to where some of the other members were sitting, watching Hoshi standing by the karaoke machine.

Hoshi saw her excited facial expression. "Minnie, you wanna do it with me?" To which she eagerly nodded, getting a chuckle from Wonwoo and Minghao, who had joined to watch and listen.

[i LOVE hoshi and minnie interactions and i am begging for more]

"Okay," the leader of the performance unit spoke, "40 grapes for each, Minnie and I, and we will give you the best performance you have ever seen."

"20 each," Dokyeom tried to argue.

"30," the female member continued, raising her eyebrows at him as she accepted the microphone Hoshi was holding out for her.

[scoups taught her so well]

Her fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Alright, 30 for each of you if you get over 90 points and give a good performance."

Some of the other members joined in once they heard the start of the song, now very eager to see the two as they knew how dramatic they could get once given the opportunity.

"If your voices don't crack when we raise it up by two keys, you get ten," Mingyu offered loudly, making the girl turn around.

"Ten each!" She quickly interjected before focusing back on the song.

Hoshi and she continued, spinning each other around and truly giving the performance of their lifetime as theatrically and dramatically as possible as they sang their hearts out at the sad song they had chosen.

After the first verse was over, DK told them to cancel it and see what score they had gotten, but it didn't show, starting a small argument, that was quickly resolved.

Dokyeom took out the purple stickers, counting each one. "Okay, there's thirty for now, divide it by two, I can't be bothered to take out the other thirty."

"What? Wait, hold on," Minnie immediately argued.

[oooh... he fucked up]

"Mister Mediator! That's out of line! Isn't he out of line?" Hoshi immediately took her side.

Wonwoo raised his head to look at the trio.

"They only sang the first verse," DK tried to explain, but the female member pushed his hand away.

"Because you told us to cancel it after the first verse!"

"Wait, wait," the Mediator reached out, "Who said to cut it off?"

"He did!"

"Him!" Hoshi and Minnie pointed at their member at the same time, who raised his hands in defence.

[they're such siblings]

[imagine the reaction of hoshi and minnie if you had told them like 10 years go that they would one day be such a strong duo to go up against dk... they'd laugh in your face]

"I thought you could still see the score after the first verse," he explained.

The female performer took her leader's hand and made him sit down with her. Dokyeom copied their antics, and soon all four of them were sitting in a circle, trying to explain the situation to Wonwoo.

"Wonwoo, you have to explain to him that he can't do that! He has to keep his promise," Minnie whined at the older member, her hand unknowingly on his knee.

[i love her so much]

"He's Mister Mediator, not Wonwoo," the main singer warned her.

She sent him a glare in return, "I can call him Wonwoo if I want to. And you stop nagging me and keep your promise!"

[why do i feel like the '97 line is like constantly bickering haha]

[and wonwoo seems to always kinda be right in the middle😭😭]

"But I didn't know!"

"That doesn't matter!"

After a bit more discussing, the '96 Liner rapper made sure they got the extra thirty they were promised when Hoshi decided to add something.

"But I was also deeply emotionally hurt by Dokyeom."

"You were?" Wonwoo questioned, turning to Minnie. "You as well?" Who nodded with a pout,

"Very."

[gotta ask the girlfreind as well]

"Okay," he patted her hand. "Dokyeom, give them five each extra."

[gotta make sure they're happy]

[well done mister mediator]

The other members watched the four in amusement when Mingyu decided to comment,

"Woah, everyone's making good money."

"That's right," Woozi chuckled, "But the mediator keeps making odd decisions."

"The mediator's a little weird."

"I think he's a bit biased," the producer of the group smiled at the facial expression from the girl that she made as an answer to his comment.

[BRO GOT CALLED OUT]

[minnie's reaction killed me hahah]

She grinned. "And I think others just need to learn, how to be more kind."

[OH]

[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4

"Ugh, we need someone that got it right," Jeonghan sighed out loud after getting sent back in line a third time, still not getting the song right they had to chant out to Seungkwan.

[i could feel their tiredness through the screen during this entire scene]

Wonwoo, who was right next to him, eyes still half closed from being sleep-deprived, looked around the garden, finding the person he was looking for lying on the wooden floor of the porch.

"Minnie!" He called out, catching her attention as she raised her head to look at the members.

[LOOK AT HER]

[how could you not be in love with her]

[she looks so cute without makeup]

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Why?" She asked back, sitting up straighter.

"We need someone to sing the song for us," the '95 Liner explained. Shortly after Woozi, the female member remembered the song correctly as well and was able to go back into the house. Too bad for her that after waking up in the morning, the girl is usually unable to go back to sleep, explaining why she had decided to lounge outside instead, not joining their producer inside.

With a smirk, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Then you have to come here."

Jeonghan slapped Wonwoo's shoulder gently nutdging towards the '97 Liner. "Go."

[sending the boyfriend, yes, we support]

[the way he didn't even start to argue but just went]

Before even starting to argue, the rapper made his way over to his girlfriend, who was already smiling at him.

"You really don't remember it after three rounds?" She wondered. Wonwoo took a seat right next to her, his hand gently grazing her knee, stopping to rest it right there as she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed.

[WE ARE ALL SEEING THIS I HOPE]

[listen here]

[when it comes to wonnie]

[it's the little things alright]

[JUST LIKE THIS]

*insert zoomed-in picture of the two and Wonwoo's hand*

[this is what this stan fandom is surviving on]

[we're in pain]

The older member yawned, his eyes trained on the rest of the group that was still getting hit on the head with the rubber hammer. "No one remembers the second verse correctly."

Minnie nodded. "It's 'Let's go to the market, the FUNNY market. Everything is there, the market's full of fun'. All of you are saying 'the fun market'."

With scrunched eyebrows, he turned his head, gazing at the girl who was grinning teasingly at him. "How long have you been listening to our struggle?"

"Ever since I finished," she couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her forehead touching his shoulder affectionately.

[AAAAH BACKGROUND ACTION]

[AFFECTION FROM WONNIE]

Wonwoo chuckled, "And you didn't think to help us?"

"You never asked."

The rapper stood up with a shaking head, the smile still prominent on his face as he walked back to Jeonghan, who was already awaiting him, but not before he let his fingers tighten around Minnie's knee, making her jolt up and slap him out of reflex.

[i saw that wonwoo]

[he's so annyoing, i love him]

He laughed at her reaction - he knew how much she hated whenever someone did that to her.

[and i react just like her anytime someone does that to me]

[that shit hurts]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] ('Super' Choreography Practice Sketch)

The idol group had finished their final practice of the choreo to 'Super' and everyone was cleaning up to leave. Some decided to stand behind for a few more minutes, talking to the choreographers and dancers. The cameraman for this Inside Seventeen episode caught Dokyeom and Dino before they were able to head off, now standing in front of the camera, talking about the exhausting day they had just put behind.

[not wonnie related but can we talk about how fucking good they look, thank you]

In the background, Wonwoo, wearing a green puffer vest, was engulfed in a conversation with three of the 200 extra dancers they had brought in for that last day. Nodding along to whatever story they were telling, he got distracted when Minnie's familiar figure walked up next to him.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his left arm, welcoming the girl into a comforting side hug. A warm smile spread on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.

[NOT SO LITTLE, BUT STILL BACKGROUND]

[i don't even know if they realise the camera caught them]

[i love how the cameraman didn't even budge though]

[like they're clearly directly in the middle of the screen hahaha]

[inse editors are wonnie supporters <3]

For a quick minute, the rapper leaned down to whisper something into her ear, to which the girl nodded before getting included in the conversation by one of the female dancers who had been talking. As soon as the sound of the '96 Liner's deep voice rang through her ears, Minnie lifted her head to look at him.

[that, ladies and gentleman, is called lovey-dovey eyes]

[i have no fucking idea if you actually call it that but that's what it looks like to me, fight me]

When everyone started chuckling at something that was being said, she straightened her back and dropped the arm that was wrapped around his front - Wonwoo's stayed around her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her upper arm.

[i love small cute domestic shit like that]

[they just look so comfortable like that]

[like imagine you're in a friend group with them and suddenly they do this shit]

[i'd start crying because of how cute it looks]

[but it's probably the most normal thing ever for them]

[UGH pls adopt me into this group]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN (The Game Caterers Shoot Sketch)

Just as Seungcheol was coming down the stairs, Wonwoo and Minnie arrived and made their way up, passing the cameraman who was filming for their new Inside Seventeen episode. The female member was behind the rapper, both of her hands on his back, playfully pushing him to move quicker as he was slow in his steps.

[pls]

With sleep still written all across his face, Wonwoo turned to his left to wave at the camera. "Hi," he simply said, continuing his walk up.

Minnie stopped in her tracks to look at the camera with a big smile, taking a step forward to get a bit closer. "Good morning!"

[again: everyone else is completely normal, and then we have minnie. the morning person]

Her voice held much more cheer than any of the other members.

But as quick as she was there, she jolted up the steps as the camera moved to show that Wonwoo had also stopped to wait on her. The two continued side by side.

[he waited for her...]

[he WAITED for her]

[what in the low expectations... why am i reacting like this]

[BUT LOOK AT THEM]

Incheon Airport 230515

Wonwoo had just gotten out of the car, coming to a halt right at the door. Next, and last, Minnie stepped out, revealing her figure. Over one shoulder, she had a dark backpack, that was swiftly taken off her by the '96 Liner, who threw it over his own shoulders in a quick move.

[he ain't letting her carry ANYTHING]

The girl put on her sunglasses right away as the flashing lights had already started to blind her, making the rapper react quickly. He tried to cover her as she turned around to use the car door as an emergency mirror, for just a moment.

[it's giving timothée chalamet and saoirse ronan and I'm so here for it]

When she was about to lean forward, wanting to get something out of the vehicle, Wonwoo beat her to it and pulled out a rolling suitcase. He let it hit the floor before pulling the handle up, ready to move forward and join the other members that had already gathered by the crosswalk.

[I TOLD YOU]

[princess treatment and nothing less👑]

The couple started to make their way past the cars, straight ahead, with Wonwoo at a slightly quicker pace due to his longer legs, making the girl have to almost jog to catch up with him as she reached out for the handle to take control over her luggage. The rapper's head, half of his face covered by a bucked hat, turned to her, looking down at where their hands met. He placed his free on on top of hers, pushing it away, only for her to repeat her action, still trying to claim her suitcase.

[if your man doesn't fight you wanting to carry your luggage, is he even your man?]

[never settle for less is what I'm learning here]

[thank you wonwoo for raising my standards yet once again]

Wonwoo stood his ground and just continued to carry it forward, making the girl shake her head as she stopped next to Dokyeom, turning to him with a smile that he returned.

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #1

During one of their breaks in their concert, some of the members had gathered around right behind the stage, some having decided on sitting on the stairs, while others went for the possibly slightly more comfortable choice on one of the plastic chairs the staff had put up - Hoshi and Wonwoo were two of them. With a grin on his face, patted the rapper his own thigh as soon as Dino had approached him, a bottle of water in his grip. The maknae denied the proposal, only for the older to continue the action, his palm repeatedly hitting the silver fabric of his pants.

Minnie was right behind Minghao, appearing from one of the black doors, joining the members that were currently being filmed. She was still adjusting the microphone around her head as she saw the '96 and '99 Liners' interaction, giggling.

The corner of her lips curled up as she watched the youngest shaking his head each time Wonwoo motioned for him to sit down, giving her the opportunity to take his place. With only a few steps, she stopped right in front of the rapper, turning around and taking a seat on the thigh he had been patting only a second ago, getting a burst of laughter from him in return.

[girl took that like it was reserved for her]

[dang]

[so hot]

Dino, who now had his eyes on the couple almost choked on his water as he started laughing, putting down the bottle he was holding.

[HIS REACTION😂😂]

"If you won't, I'll gladly accept the seat," she grinned at the youngest, who saluted her, making her and Wonwoo chuckle.

[oh minnie same]

[same same same...]

The camera didn't miss the hand he had placed on her left thigh as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his shoulders still shaking from laughing.

[MH, WE ALL CAUGHT THAT TOO]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #2

The couple hadn't yet realised they had gotten caught during the thumb wrestle they had started with each other while waiting to go back on stage in Fort Worth. Minnie was trying to free her hand from Wonwoo's tight grip, pulling away with the strength she had left, but he easily caught her thumb with his, making him laugh and her whine out loud.

[again, so cute for what]

[just get a room and get to it, jesus]

Only then, did she realise the camera had been on them, gazing at the cameraman with wide eyes and her lips pressed together as she mouthed, 'Did you just see me lose?' To which the camera moved up and down.

[GIRL]

[we've been watching you WINNING in life for quite a while]

[you get to do stuff like this on the regular]

[you are WINNING my friend, trust me]

The rapper turned his head in confusion, which got washed away as soon as he saw the light that was attached to the device.

With their hands still interlocked, the female member released her fingers and used her other hand for more strength as she held onto Wonwoo's, trying hard to curve his fingers, so they'd create the other half of her heart. The '96 Liner continued to laugh at her antics as he watched her struggle.

[HE'S A MENACE]

[let her live]

[let her do a godforsaken heart, JESUS😂😭]

For a second, the girl managed to get his fingers in the right position, making her quickly turn to the camera and smile before dropping his hand only a second later, getting another chuckle from the man in return. While she kept a disappointed look on her face, Wonwoo got a hold of her hand, patting it gently as he formed a finger heart with his free hand, getting a chuckle out of her.

[he's actually really cute, we all know that]

[he'd do anything for her, i just know it]

Minnie joined him and sent a wink in the camera's direction in addition.

[well... time to go find myself a wonwoo, brb]

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