#kpop girls

[authorhjk1]

Idol Competition II

(Seulgi X IU X Irene X Jennie X Somi X Male Reader)

Almost exactly one year ago IU and Seulgi finished their competition. The question was, who is the biggest slut? Seulgi won that day. But soon after, the two of them realized that they aren't the only idols who like to fuck around. Now, four idols are competing for the title of biggest slut. IU, Seulgi, Jennie and Somi. And because it takes too long for one person to do one mission, the four of them agreed on having several missions going on at the same time, while keeping track of who completed the most.

Jennie reaches over to take Somi's hand, getting off on the fact that she isn't the only one getting fucked like some cheap whore. The two of them didn't plan on doing this together, but it's turning out to be perfect.

"Fuck, yes!"

Somi moans, staring at herself in the mirror in front of her.

"Pound that pussy like you own it."

The man behind her is holding onto her waist with both his hands. He is a waiter at the restaurant they're currently in. Or rather, the restaurant restroom.

"Yes, make me take your cock."

Jennie sighs, feeling another stranger's hand in her hair. He is pulling at it, while his other hand presses down on the flat of her back, making her lean on the sink.

"Kiss me."

Somi slightly pulls at Jennie's hand. The two bent over women turn their heads towards each other. Their moans get louder as they now see each other's expressions.

"Fuck. This is so hot."

Jennie is able to whisper, before Somi attaches her lips to Jennie's. The two of them make out, moaning into each other's mouths while getting fucked from behind. Jennie can taste the wine they had earlier on Somi's lips.

"Oh fuck yes."

Somi mumbles into the other girl's mouth as the guy behind her reaches into her dress. She feels his hand knead and play with her tits, which were already spilling out of her dress anyway. He gives both of them equal attention while occasionally pinching her nipples, which makes her bite Jennie's lip.

The later eventually breaks the kiss when the man behind her starts to slap her ass. The hem of her dress is bunched up around her waist for a while now and he couldn't resist her full cheeks anymore.

"Your ass is amazing."

He groans, giving her another spank.

"Fuck, I'm such a bad girl. Hit me harder."

Jennie begs and feels his hand meet her ass again just a second later.

Somi watches her friend and competitor getting spanked again and again, which makes her even hornier. Her own dress is bunched up at her waist as well. She's about to ask the waiter to hit her too, but he pulls out of Somi and turns her around. Lifting her up, he places her on the sink. The two of them stare into each other's eyes as he pushes his cock back into her pussy. Somi moans in response, one hand diving down to rub her own clit. The two of them make out while he fucks her, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

Jennie's ass turns red due to the constant spanking. Her cheeks sting. The man's cock hits just the right spot again and again, pushing her against the edge of the sink over and over. Jennie can feel how her own orgasm is building up. She loves how slutty she is right now. Just bent over in a restaurant's bathroom, a stranger spanking her while using her pussy for his own please.

"Oh, you're so deep!"

Somi cries out as the waiter leans down to suck on her exposed neck. His hands have moved to her ass and whenever he pushes inside of her, he pulls her lower body towards him. His cock is now even deeper inside of her, making Somi's head roll back against the mirror behind her.

"Jennie - fuck, you're tight - I'm gonna cum."

She can feel his irregular rhythm already, telling her that he won't be lasting much longer.

"I want it all over my face."

Jennie moans as he pulls out. With shaky thighs, she gets down.

Just moments later, the waiter is about to cum too.

"Paint my face. I want it all."

Somi gets off the sink with a little more elegance than Jennie. The two girls squat in the middle of the bathroom, back to back. The back of their heads rest against each other as the two of them open their mouths. Jennie closes her eyes, while Somi looks straight up at the waiter. She gives him one last wink, while letting her tongue glide along her lips. Her hands cup her own tits through the thin fabric of her black dress

"Fuck."

He groans and a second later, he shoots his load all over Somi's face. Most of it hits her mouth and her cleavage. Some even makes it to the bridge of her nose. Her lips and her tits are painted white.

The man who is standing in front of Jennie cums soon after. His cum mostly lands on Jennie's eyes and inside her mouth, with only one long string of cum that decorates her nose.

"Wow, that was amazing."

Somi has to hold herself back from licking the cum off her lips.

"Thank you guys."

"You're my number one fan."

Jennie smiles up at the man who just came on her face, only managing to open one eye.

As soon as they're gone, Jennie and Somi stand in front of the mirrors behind the sinks and take out their phones, ready to send the proof of their completed missions into the group chat.

Jennie has pulled down the hem of her dress again. The eye she can't open, due to the cum on it, is hidden behind the phone, while the rest of the man's load covers her face.

"Accomplished mission: Make a Blink cum on your face."

Moments later, Somi sends her own selfie into the chat as well. The cum on her tits is clearly visible. She moves her head to show off the waiter's hickey on her neck, which he left there before, and licks some of his jizz off her lips.

"Let a random waiter fuck you in the restaurant he works at."

Jieun takes a slow breath and then rings the doorbell.

After Jennie and Somi sent in their mirror selfies, they were supposed to give her and Seulgi their respective missions. But before it came to that, IU got a text from a CEO, who's company sponsors her from time to time. Somi was disappointed when she heard that another rich guy asked IU for a sexual favor. Jieun herself doesn't really mind. She doesn't care if it's the CEO's favor or Somi's mission as long as she gets some form of sex out of it.

She looks down on herself one last time, when she hears footsteps inside. Jieun is just wearing a basic school uniform with a white shirt and white pullover over it, a red chequered skirt and simple sneakers. This isn't a "some old guy is into school girls" situation. The CEO's son hasn't had sex before and his father is afraid he is too shy to ever make it happen. That's why IU is here. To be his first time and hopefully build him up for future possibilities.

When the door finally opens, Jieun smiles at the young man standing in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Jieun. Your father asked me to tutor you."

"Y-Yes, hello."

She can tell that he is very shy and awkward while he guides her towards his room.

The two of them sit on two chairs next to each other at his desk, while IU watches him doing his homework. She knows he will eventually realize she isn't a student, since she hasn't done any school stuff in so long. So she needs to act, before he becomes suspicious.

Jieun catches him flinching when she slowly crosses her legs, making sure her skirt rides up a little higher. One hand grazes along her smooth skin as if she's tempting him to touch her.

"I have to admit, I'm happy your father asked me to tutor you."

"Oh...really?"

"Yes, I saw you a couple of times in school but..."

She tugs her hair behind her ear, playing coy.

"But I didn't know how to talk to you."

Jieun watches him, clearly satisfied with his reaction.

"Well...I...I...Here I am."

His stuttering almost makes her chuckle, but she can't show too much confidence and experience. She has to pretend to be a girl his age.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

He hesitates but then nods his head.

"I searched for other boys before but no one..."

She trails off, almost leaving him hanging. His homework is already forgotten as he stares at her, waiting for her to continue.

"No one at school can satisfy me."

"Do...Do you mean..."

Jieun smiles at his wide open eyes.

"I'm hoping I finally found the one who can help me out."

She reaches for his hand and slowly guides it to her legs. IU hears his breath hitch as his hand lies on top of her leg. She watches his face as she slowly pushes his hand across her thigh.

This is almost way too easy. But she doesn't mind at all. She doesn't expect him to last long anyway. It's gonna be an easy mission.

"Please touch me here."

She says with her sweet voice as his hand meets her skirt.

"I...I don't if I-"

IU silences him by kissing his lips. She can tell he's never had a girlfriend. Slowly moving his hand further, she makes it disappear inside her skirt.

He feels his fingers brush against her panties, excitement rising in him. Following her movements, he starts to rub Jieun through the thin fabric.

"Yes, that's it."

She pulls back with a smile, leaving him breathless.

"You're doing great."

Jieun can feel her own arousal rising as his hand keeps stimulating her clothed clit.

"Do it a little harder."

She encourages him, hoping he'll get more confident. A moan leaves her lips as he does what she told him. She knows best what gets her going and helps him learn it too.

"Just like that."

She sighs, slowly melting into the chair.

The young student feels her panties getting damp as he keeps rubbing her through the fabric.

"You want to feel it?"

Jieun's question catches him off guard. But eventually he nods.

"You want to feel my pussy?"

"Y-Yes."

Her lewd words make him stutter. Or maybe it's the excitement. He stops his movements for a moment. IU pulls her panties to the side. Biting her lip, she silently tells him to keep going.

One of his fingers slowly penetrates her lower lips, making her gasp.

"That's right. You feel how tight I am for you?"

He nods again, unable to speak much. He's too much in awe about what's going on. The tutoring turned into something sexual within seconds.

"Just move in and out. Slowly."

He follows her guidance, making IU's head roll back. His finger moves back and forth inside of her, making her lower lips glisten with arousal.

"Put your thumb on my clit."

She sighs as she's starting to feel better and better. The boy tries to find it, but his thumb doesn't hit the right place. Jieun reaches down again, placing it right above her pussy on her clit.

"Now do circles on it."

She soon feels heavenly as his finger slides in and out of her snatch, while his thumb circles around her clit. Her breathing becomes a little quicker, the longer he pleasures her.

Jieun catches the outlines of his cock in his pants as he gets hard. She moans, excited to see if he feels as big as he looks.

"Yes, more pressure."

She sighs, helping him making her feel good. He is getting a little rougher now. And quicker. Which makes her let out another moan.

"Just like that."

It doesn't take much longer until IU experiences a small orgasm. Her walls hug his finger, which is already coated in her slick. Her thighs shake and a drawn out moan leaves her lips.

"Good boy."

She sighs, before remembering she is supposed to pretend she's his age.

Jieun feels his hand still on her pussy as she reaches out to cup his crotch.

"Let's get these off of you."

She tugs at his pants, which makes him jump into action. A second ago, he was just watching her riding out her small orgasm, now his hand leaves her pussy so he can get rid off his clothing as quick as possible.

When he pulls off his underwear too, a satisfied smile plays around Jieun's lips. She reaches out, wrapping her hand around his hard cock. His head immediately rolls back and he bucks up into her hand.

IU loves his reaction. This inexperience and desperation makes her want to get on top of him immediately.

"You definitely have a nice cock."

He groans in response as she strokes him.

"I bet your cock and my pussy would be a perfect fit."

Even just the idea of him inside of her has his blood rush even quicker through his dick. Jieun can feel it, which makes her stroke him a little faster.

She eventually leans over his lap and lets some of her build up saliva fall onto his tip. He sighs as she uses her fingers to spread it all over his cock, making her hand around his cock feel even better. He starts to thrust upwards into her hand as she keeps going.

"You're so hard. I bet it's gonna feel amazing inside me."

She whispers into his ear and kisses his cheek afterwards. His breath quickens and suddenly Jieun can feel his cock pulsating in her hand. For a moment she thinks about stopping, but she can't help herself. She wants to see what he looks like while he cums.

"Are you gonna cum for me?"

He gives her a shy nod, too embarrassed to admit he's already reaching the edge. His hands are holding onto the edges of his chair, while IU's hand keeps going up and down his cock.

"I want all of it."

She whispers again, her lips meeting his ear.

"Give it to me."

With a loud groan, the young boy climaxes. His cum leaves his cock, covering IU's entire hand with sticky semen.

She gasps, but keeps stroking him, making him squirm a couple of seconds, before slowly letting go.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't want-"

"It's fine, sweetie."

Jieun winks, amused by his genuine disappointment.

She raises her hand and to his surprise starts to lick his cum off her skin.

"Delicious."

She says between licks.

The student can feel his cock stirring again at the sight. Some girl sucking his cum off her fingers has been one of his fantasies and he can't believe it's actually happening.

Once she cleaned up everything, Jieun slides off the chair. His eyes wide when she drops to her knees under the table.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Don't be so surprised."

She smiles up at him, her wet hand wrapping around his cock again.

"We need to make you hard again. How else are you going to fuck me?"

Red embarrassment covers his cheek as he watches her taking his cock into her mouth. Jieun's head just barely misses the wooden desk above her as her head begins to bob up and down. At first he still feels a little uncomfortable due to the over stimulation, but within moments he closes his eyes, unable to bare the pleasure that IU's mouth sends through his system. He never got a blowjob before and he doesn't know how to react. His body urges him on to push his hips forward. He wants her mouth to swallow all of his cock. He needs to feel that tongue circling around every last bit of his dick.

It doesn't take long until he is fully hard again. Jieun knows she's walking a fine line between getting him hard and making him unload inside her mouth. But she manages to pull his cock out of her mouth when she feels him bucking more and more towards her mouth.

He holds his breath in anticipation as he watches Jieun get up from underneath his desk. She straddles him afterwards, his wet cock resting against her skirt.

"Do you want to feel my pussy, sweetie?"

It seems like his shyness has vanished. For the most part. He vigorously nods at her question, excited for his first time with someone as beautiful as she is.

Jieun lifts her skirt, giving him a peek of her flawless folds, before she lifts herself off his lap and hovers above his hard cock. Only a moment later, his tip grazes her wet lower lips and Jieun sinks herself down onto his cock. Very slowly, she makes her way down his length. She holds her breath while she takes it all.

The young boy grabs her waist with both hands, needing something to hold onto. He always dreamed about having sex and how good it must feel. But this is way better than he had ever imagined. Jieun's tight, silk like walls hug his shaft. Her lips seem to suck him in, while her juices begin to coat his dick. He didn't expect her to be this smooth on the inside. But it makes it easier for the both of them.

Soon, IU has taken all of his cock, her hips meeting his. She sits on his lap for a couple of moments, letting out a heavy breath.

"Not bad at all."

She leans in and captures his lips. The two of them make out for a while and she slowly starts to grind her hips in circles. It makes him groan into her mouth, his grip on her waist tightens.

"You want to bounce me on your cock? Make me take it all again and again?"

Jieun can feel his reaction to her dirty talk as soon as the words leave her lips. He grows harder inside of her, his eyes begging her for permission.

"Do it. Use me like a fleshlight."

He can easily lift her up, raising her almost high enough to let his tip slip out of her pussy. But he pulls her back into his lap soon enough, making her take all of it in one go.

"Oh, just like that."

Jieun's heavy breath makes him do it again. He can't get enough of the look of pure lust on her face whenever he impales her on his cock. She lets him have control over the pace, just enjoying the way he uses her pussy to basically jerk himself off. She barely weighs anything in his hands and so he naturally begins to pick up the pace. Jieun's breaths leave her lips in shorter intervals. Her hands lightly rested on his shoulders at first, but are now digging into his skin as his dick fills her up again and again.

"God, you're huge."

IU can't help but moan again. She didn't expect him to have such a nice cock and he is filling her up really well.

When he realizes that he might not hold out much longer, he leans forward and buries his face inside her neck. A sigh escapes her lips as his own latch onto her skin. He is now trying to get the most out of this, before all of it is over. Her hands find his hair, slightly tugging at it as she feels him pulsating inside of her.

"Yes, sweetie. Cream pie your tutor, yes."

She moans, her head rolling back. Jieun knows he is only moments away. Instead of pulling her down, he is now straight up letting her fall into his lap and onto his cock. His length part her walls again and again, until finally he stops lifting her up.

IU yelps in pain and surprise when she feels him biting her neck. His orgasm overwhelms him, making him shoot rope after rope of cum into her tight pussy.

After the initial shock, Jieun realizes how hot it is. His teeth digging into her skin, his cum warming her insides and his hips jerking upwards, trying to get every single drop into her pussy.

She smiles as the front door closes behind her. Jieun can still feel the young boy's cum inside her pussy, while some is now dripping into her panties. After he came in her and they got dressed again, it got a little awkward, but she eventually said that she enjoyed herself, but has to leave.

She reaches for her phone, about the declare to the other three girls that she accomplished her mission, when she sees a car park in the driveway. The boy's father steps out of it and walks towards her. Seems like he just got home.

The two of them bow to each other and there's a moment of awkward silence, before he speaks up.

"Did he enjoy himself?"

IU nods, this time being the one who's slightly shy.

"Great. Thanks for your help."

His tone makes it clear that he is asking her to get on her way.

"Have a nice day."

She gives him another quick bow and walks past him. A couple of steps later, she hears him calling her back.

"Wait."

She turns around.

"Since you're here already..."

She sees him looking her up and down.

"Might as well have a go myself."

He grabs her hand and twirls her around, making Jieun land in his arms and against his chest. Before she can speak up, he turns the two of them around and pins her face first against the wall of his house, right next to the front door.

Without another word, he undoes his belt and opens his pants. She doesn't fight it as she feels his hand slightly lifting up the hem of her skirt. Actually, she's excited. It was fun having sex with his son, but there's was something missing. She likes to get used and dominated and this guy doesn't seem to care about anything but her pussy at all. Perfect.

He pulls her panties to the side and a moment later his tip penetrates IU's freshly fucked pussy. His cock is about the same size as his son's, which makes her moan against the wall.

"Fuck, you're still so tight."

He groans into her ear, while fucking her outside in broad daylight. Anyone could walk past and even his son could get out of the house. But he doesn't seem to care. He just uses her pussy from behind, her soft cheeks clapping against his hips whenever he pushes into her.

"You like getting fucked by two different guys in a row, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, I love it."

IU moans, not sure if the warmth she's feeling is shame, arousal or his son's cum.

"I'm sure you do. You're taking it like such a good girl."

He keeps calling her names while fucking her from behind. One of her cheeks is pressed against the wall and she can feel it's profile slowly getting imprinted into her skin.

After a while, she finally feels him messing up his rhythm. He keeps going, but she can tell he won't last much longer.

"Fuck, your little pussy is begging for my cum, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes."

IU responds, feeling her pussy tightly holding onto his cock.

"Cream pie me. I need it so bad."

She feels him push into her one last time, groaning into her ear as he unloads his cum deep into her pussy. His weight keeps pressing her against the wall, until he finally takes a step back after he recovers. Once he pulled out, he puts his pants back on. He slaps Jieun's ass, making her jump, before walking inside his house without another word.

IU's legs suddenly shake and she has to hold onto the wall for support. A dumb smile plays around her lips, her body still weak after the pounding she just took. Taking out her phone, she lifts up her skirt, pulls her panties to the side and takes a picture of her cum filled pussy. She sends the picture into the group chat.

"The guy and his son both cream pied my cunt."

Seulgi nervously bites her lip as she knocks on the dressing room door of her crush. Her task is easy, but difficult at the same time. To put into Jennie's words:

"Fuck someone that one of your members has a crush on."

She hears his voice on the other side of the door as he walks over, telling her to wait for just a moment.

Seulgi thought about Joy's boyfriend as a possible candidate for just a second. She doesn't remember Yeri or Wendy having a crush she found sexy, so she considered him. But she didn't want to ruin his and Joy's relationship. And then she remembered last week. Where Irene told her that she has a crush on the same guy as Seulgi. That one guy in the same company as her younger brother. You introduced her to him once, when they met coincidentally backstage. Both her and Irene seem to have found him attractive.

Irene doesn't have to know about this though.

When the door opens, Seulgi makes a bold move. She knows how sexy she looks with her short hair and her outfit makes her confident enough to just go for it.

Her lips meet the male idol's mouth, before he can even smile at her. She doesn't know if he recognized her, but she doesn't care. Her tongue invades his mouth a second later as she invites herself into his room. He can barely close the door as Seulgi overwhelms him. Not sure if it's properly closed, he tries to get Seulgi off of him, but she clings to him and makes him stumble backwards, further into the room.

When his legs hit the chair he was sitting on, he finally gives in. He barely recognized her, but he doesn't mind at all. He only had eyes for her during Red Velvet's performance and is now glad she is suddenly sitting in his lap.

As they continue to make out, Seulgi eventually starts to grind her hips on him. His hands move to her waist. When they do have to break away for air, Seulgi lets out a gasp, feeling his hard dick underneath her. Moments later, he buries his face in her neck, too turned on to question her.

Seulgi sighs and moans as he licks her skin. Not just her neck, but also her shoulders and collarbone. He even lets his tongue dance along the top of her breasts. She's still sweaty from the performance and he can taste the saltiness on her skin. The longer he licks her, the wetter Seulgi becomes. His dick keeps rubbing against her whenever she moves.

"Can you -oh god- please...My-My pits."

She asks, a shameful blush on her cheeks. But he doesn't seem to mind at all. Moments later, his tongue moves upwards, diving underneath one of Seulgi's armpits. She keeps her arm raised, her head rolls back as she takes in the feeling of her crush worshipping her body. He eventually switches to the other side, making her moan out again.

Once he cleaned her whole upper body, Seulgi can't hold back anymore. His cock rubbing against her through both their pants and his tongue all over her skin have left her a hot mess. She slides off his lap and onto the floor, her hands on his belt a second later.

"Damn, Seulgi. I didn't expect you to be this forward."

He groans as she takes his pants off.

Seulgi gives him a shy smile, but is too distracted by his cock to answer. She quickly leans down and takes it into her mouth. Her lips wrap around his length and she soon begins to bob her head up and down. He reaches down to take a fistful of Seulgi's short hair, fighting the urge to just use her mouth like a cheap toy. Seulgi seems to have that affect on him. He just wants to ruin her.

He watches as she keeps sucking him off, her hands slowly leaving his cock and wandering to her top, ready to take it off. His eyes are glued to her, ready to take in every inch of her skin. Seulgi reveals her breasts, her mouth still around his cock, and bunches her top down around her waist.

"How are you this sexy?"

He lets out a sigh as he takes in the view of a half naked Seulgi sucking his cock. She gives him a proud smile, unable to not feel flattered. Doubling her efforts, she keeps taking all of his cock into her mouth, even when it hits the back of her mouth. She doesn't seem to care, her whole focus being on how tasty his cock is.

He reaches down, playing with her breasts as she lets her lips go up and down on his cock. The more he touches them, the quicker she moves her head. Soon, his whole cock is coated in her spit, while Seulgi's thighs shake due to his hands on her tits.

"Get back up here."

He half lifts, half guides her back onto his lap. The two of them quickly get rid off her pants too, leaving Seulgi completely naked. A moment later, she lowers herself onto his cock. She lets out a sigh, needing to get accustomed to his length inside her.

"You look even sexier than before."

He praises her, before leaning in to feast on her skin once more. His lips trail down her neck, past her collarbone and eventually find her tits. Seulgi moans loudly when he starts to suck on them, while she starts riding him. She bounces up and down with her nipples now in his mouth, one after another.

By now, she's already forgotten about her mission. She doesn't care that Irene likes him too. She just wants his cock to be even deeper inside of her. As deep as it can go. Her hand on the back of his head keeps pushing his face into her tits.

"I need it deeper."

She moans, desperate for all of his cock inside of her. He moves his hands from her waist to Seulgi's ass and begins to dictate the pace. His movements make her own harder and rougher as he bounces her on his cock again and again. Her head rolls back and her eyes close as he makes her take his cock without a break. Her nails start to scratch his back through his shirt as even louder moans escape her mouth.

"Oh my god. It feels so good."

She can't keep quiet with him inside of her tight pussy.

Irene looks around the dressing room one last time before closing the door behind her. Seulgi excused herself about 15 minutes ago and hasn't come back since. She takes a walk past several different rooms, looking for her friend. They still have to get back to the company and they can't do that when one person is missing.

"Have you seen Seulgi?"

She asks one of the staff members, who hopefully points her in the right direction.

Irene rounds the next corner, checking out the last possible dressing rooms. When she reaches the next one, she realizes the door is slightly ajar. She wonders if Seulgi is inside, but then hears weird sounds. Heavy breathing, moans, as if someone is clapping...

Irene's eyes widen when she realizes someone is having sex in that room.

"Oh, yes. Deeper!"

She is shocked when she recognizes Seulgi's voice. Is she having sex? Here?

Irene carefully opens the door a little more. She freezes when she sees Seulgi half lying half kneeling on the floor. Her ass is up in the air, her head resting on her arms, which are lying on the floor. Irene sees whom she's having sex with. The man is kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind, while Seulgi moans and moans.

Irene can only watch for a moment, before closing the door and leaning against the wall next to it. How could Seulgi do this? Only a week ago Irene finally admitted to having a crush on him. She couldn't keep her eyes off him for a month, before she finally had to tell someone. And now, one week later, Seulgi is on his dressing room floor, getting plowed by him?

Fuming, Irene walks away. She doesn't see straight as she walks without destination. It's not just the fact that Seulgi is having sex with Irene's crush. It's about her broken trust. She told her that intimate piece of information, because she trusted her. And now Seulgi still decided to fuck him?

How could she do this?

It’s not just about the physical act she witnessed, though the image is seared into her mind. It’s the betrayal. Seulgi had known how much Irene liked him, how vulnerable she felt sharing that secret, and yet she still chose to sleep with him.

Irene stops walking, leaning against the cool metal railing of an empty stairwell. Her chest heaves with anger, her hands gripping the railing so tightly her knuckles turn white.

She had no right.

"You're so damn tight."

Seulgi smiles into her arm as he groans his praise. But his relentless pounding makes her thighs weaker and weaker. Eventually, her knees slide away from underneath her and she lies flat on the floor. That doesn't stop him though. He leans over her to get the right angle and keeps fucking Seulgi into the hard surface beneath her.

"Yes! Ruin me!"

She cries out, her whole body keeps heating up as the man on top of her buries his cock as deep inside of her as it would go.

Another position change has Seulgi sitting in his lap. Her back is facing him, which he licks and bites while she rides him. His hands play with her ass, giving it an occasional slap here and there.

"Your ass looks amazing, Seulgi. I couldn't keep my eyes off it while you were dancing."

The compliment makes Seulgi bite her lip. Her pussy tingles in excitement.

"Do you really like it?"

"Yes, it's the best."

He groans when he feels her tighten around his cock. His complements make Seulgi feel sexier. She acts more freely. She moves her ass a little more while she rides him. She circles her hips a little to show off a slight jiggle.

"Fuck, I'd love to put my cock in your ass."

His moaned confession eventually makes Seulgi let out a sigh of pleasure as a small orgasm washes through her. Her wet pussy clamping down around his cock brings him to the edge as well.

"That felt amazing."

She moans, already noticing how is cock is starting to pulsate inside of her.

"Are you gonna paint my ass?"

She feels bolder now, encouraged by his earlier compliments.

"Would love to."

He groans, already starting to have trouble holding on. Seulgi leans forward, shifting her weight onto her arms, which gives her ass an additional bounce. The sight mixed with her tight cunt around his cock finally makes him climax. He pulls out just in time. His load hits Seulgi's ass, painting her cheeks.

Irene's phone vibrates in her pocket, pulling her out of her thoughts. She fishes it out and sees Seulgi’s name flashing on the screen. The sight only fuels her anger, and she declines the call, shoving the phone back into her pocket.

What now?

The question rings in her mind, sharp and persistent. She could confront Seulgi, demand an explanation, but what would that accomplish? It wouldn’t undo what she saw. It wouldn’t erase the feeling of betrayal clawing at her chest.

No, she needed to do something else. Something that would make Seulgi understand exactly how it felt to be betrayed by someone she trusted.

But how?

Irene’s thoughts race as she takes the stairs up to the rooftop, the cold evening air hitting her like a slap when she steps outside. She paces along the edge, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

If Seulgi could take something Irene wanted, then maybe Irene should take something Seulgi cares about.

That’s when the idea strikes her.

Her brother.

The thought feels reckless and absurd at first, but the more Irene considers it, the more it makes sense. Seulgi’s younger brother isn't just some random person. You're an idol, a rising star in the industry, and someone Seulgi deeply cares about.

Irene bites her lip, leaning against the railing as she thinks it through. She knows you well enough. The two off you have crossed paths at events, exchanged polite smiles and small talk. You're charming in that shy, boyish way, but also confident when you're performing.

But would you even be interested in her?

The thought lingers, and for the first time since leaving the dressing room, Irene feels a flicker of uncertainty. You're younger. By a lot. What if you think of her as nothing more than Seulgi’s older friend?

She shakes her head, dismissing the doubt. She’s seen the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching, the way your smile lingers a little too long when you talk. There’s something there, even if you don’t realize it yet.

Later that evening, Irene receives a text from Seulgi. She left earlier, before Seulgi came back to their dressing room. At first she thinks about ignoring her, but maybe it's something important.

"My brother is heading to your area for a late-night shoot. He might need a place to crash if things run late. Mind helping him out?"

It’s almost too perfect. Irene’s heart pounds as she types her reply, keeping her tone casual

"Of course. Let me know if he needs anything."

Hours later, there’s a knock at her door. Irene smooths her hair one last time before opening it, her expression warm and welcoming.

You're standing there, looking slightly nervous but grateful, a duffle bag slung over your shoulder.

“Thanks for letting me crash, noona."

You say, your voice polite.

“The shoot went later than expected, and I didn’t want to bother Seulgi.”

“No bother at all."

Irene replies, stepping aside to let you in.

“You’re always welcome here.”

The two of you sit in the living room for a while, making small talk as Irene pours you a cup of tea. She watches you carefully, noting the way your shoulders relax as you talk about your group’s recent comeback and the chaos of your schedules.

“You must be exhausted."

Irene says, her tone soft.

“You’ve been working so hard lately.”

You shrug, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“It’s all part of the job.”

Irene leans forward slightly, her eyes meeting yours.

“You shouldn’t push yourself too hard. You deserve to take a break every now and then.”

Her words hang in the air, and she sees the faint flicker of hesitation in your expression.

“Thanks. I guess I’ve just been so focused lately, I don’t think about it much.”

Your voice is quieter now.

Irene shifts closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm as she places her empty teacup on the table. The touch is subtle, but deliberate, and she feels you stiffen slightly under her hand.

“You know, it’s nice having you here. It’s been a while since we’ve had the chance to talk like this.”

You glance at her, your expression a mix of surprise and something else.

“Yeah."

Your voice barely above a whisper.

Irene smiles, leaning back slightly but keeping her gaze fixed on yours.

“I always thought you were different from your sister. More... grounded.”

You laugh softly, the sound nervous but genuine.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“And maybe a little shy."

Irene adds, her tone teasing but gentle.

You looks down, your cheeks faintly pink.

“Maybe a little.”

The conversation drifts to lighter topics, but the tension lingers, an unspoken undercurrent that neither of you address. Irene knows she’s planted the seed, and now she just has to wait.

When you excuse yourself to get ready for bed, she watches you go, her mind racing with the possibilities.

This is just the beginning, she thinks, her lips curving into a faint smile.

The clock ticks softly in the quiet apartment. The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the living room. You stir on the sofa, your dreams fleeting and restless. Despite your exhaustion, your mind can't stop circling back to Irene. Her presence earlier in the evening, her words, the way she moved. It clings to you, refusing to fade.

Sleep finally escapes you altogether. Frustrated, you sit up, running a hand through your disheveled hair. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the adjacent kitchen beckons, and you decide a glass of water might help calm your restless mind.

You flick on the light, the brightness temporarily blinding you. Blinking rapidly, you turn toward the counter. And freeze.

She’s there. Irene. Standing just a few feet away, leaning against the counter with a glass of wine in her hand. Her dark outfit clings perfectly to her figure, the lace tights catching the light just enough to accentuate her long legs. Her expression is calm but unreadable, her eyes watching you intently.

“I couldn’t sleep."

She says simply, her voice low and smooth. The way she speaks makes it sound as though her inability to sleep had been expected, as if her presence here in the middle of the night were entirely natural.

You stare at her, your heart beating faster, though you can’t quite say why.

“Noona, what... what are you doing here?”

Her lips curve into a faint smile, the kind that holds more secrets than answers. She takes a slow step toward you, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The sound reverberates in the stillness, each step measured and deliberate.

“I was thinking."

She replies, setting the glass down on the counter.

“You’re an interesting guy, you know that?”

You blink, taken aback.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act so modest.”

Her gaze flicks to you, sharp and unwavering. “You’ve grown up a lot. It’s hard not to notice.”

Her words hang in the air, and you feel a sudden weight on your chest. Irene rarely talks like this. So direct, so... focused. You struggle to find something to say, but the words stick in your throat.

She takes another step closer, closing the distance between you until she’s standing just a few feet away. Her presence feels overwhelming, like she’s taken up all the oxygen in the room. She tilts her head slightly, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she studies you.

“You’re a good looking guy."

She says softly, her tone almost teasing.

"You must know that.”

You feel heat rising to your face, unsure how to respond.

“I... I guess.”

Her smile widens slightly, though it still doesn’t reach her eyes. She reaches out slowly, her movements unhurried, and places a hand lightly on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, but you feel rooted to the spot, unable to move.

“You had this coming."

She says, her voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper.

Before you can ask what she means, Irene steps back slightly, raising her leg in one smooth, controlled motion. Her heel presses lightly against your shoulder, keeping you pinned against the backrest of the sofa. Your breath catches, your eyes widening as you look up at her.

“I hope you’re paying attention."

She says, her tone cool and commanding.

“Because I don’t like to repeat myself.”

"What-"

You feel her heel dig into your shoulder. You do your best to look at her face, but her long, lace covered legs draw your attention.

She must've caught your glance, an evil smile playing around her lip.

"Do you like how I look?"

You recognize the outfit. It's from one of her performance videos. The all black one. "Like" is an understatement.

"I-I guess..."

"No guessing, sweetie."

Irene's voice is low and cold, her shoe keeps you pinned against the backrest.

"Repeat after me."

She lets a finger dance along your cheek, her nail slightly digging into your skin.

"I love..."

"I-I love..."

You don't know where this is going. But you have a feeling. She's either gonna kill you, or sleep with you. You know which one of the choices you prefer. You thought about Irene like that before. But she never looked that dominant in your dreams.

"Irene noona."

"I-Irene noona."

You can't stop your voice from shaking a little. Which seems to amuse her.

"I want..."

"I want..."

"To make her happy."

"To make-To make her happy."

"Wasn't that hard, was it?"

She smiles, but it's not a warm smile. You feel her hand holding a fistful of your hair, keeping you in place.

"Now, you're going to sit here and watch me."

She reaches for the remote control on the coffee table and presses a button. The faint sound of music begins to fill the room. Her recent solo song.

"If you aren't rock hard at the end of the song, I'll punish you."

She finally puts her foot back to the floor, while you still feel the pressure against your shoulder.

"Badly."

Irene whispers into your ear, before stepping back. She holds eye contact as she begins to dance to the music. You feel your mouth slightly open as you watch her body move. The dance is overly sexual, showing off her flexibility and her body. Her long legs, her full thighs, her ass. You're sure you'll be more than hard enough once she's done.

She dances in front of you and eventually begins to use the things around her. First the coffee table. She sits on it, spreading her legs, while raising her arms. Your eyes are glued to her center. You never expected to see so much of her.

She gets off the table by turning around, showing off her ass as she pushes herself off the table with her hands. You could reach out and touch it, but you're too afraid that she could punish you.

After even more teasing, Irene finally settles down on your lap. You feel her core pressing against your crotch as she begins to grind on you.

"Touch me."

Her low voice makes you shiver, but you do as she says. You rest your hands on her lace covered legs. You're already as hard as possible, but she keeps going. Her hands hold onto you, her hips grind against yours, while your hands explore her body. You touch her thighs, her waist, even her tits through the black fabric.

"You like my body, don't you?"

Her cold stare quickly makes you nod.

"You want me to give myself to you, right? You want to have control over my body? Make me yours?"

You hesitate, not knowing what to say. Somehow her words are in contrast with her tone and her actions. Of course you'd love to use Irene like a a sex toy. But right now it feels more like you are her toy.

"Don't be shy. I want to hear you scream tonight."

An hour later, you feel blood on your lip. Irene knowingly chuckles into your mouth, before pulling back.

You should've known that she'd punish you. You were definitely as hard as possible once she was done dancing for you, but she decided that that wasn't good enough.

"I promise I'll let you cum this time."

Her evil smirk tells you that she won't be keeping her promise. She's been torturing you for the last hour. You're completely naked by now, while Irene is still wearing her tights and her heels. She ripped a hole into the lace right above her pussy.

But instead of guiding your cock inside of her again, she sits down next to you, lying her legs over your lap. She sandwiches your dick between her thighs, their fullness and the soft fabric make your hips buck upwards.

"Pathetic little boy."

She whispers into your ear, before biting your earlobe. It's not a light bite. It hurts. Just like your lip.

Irene started slow at first, after her dance. But her punishment exponentially increased. At some point, you were wondering if you were getting punished for something else. But you can't think of anything. You surely didn't do anything to upset her, right?

You groan when you feel her move her legs along your cock, her soft thighs making your breath hitch. Her lips dance along your skin, giving you small bites here and there. You wonder if you'll be covered in hickies tomorrow. You feel like she's bruising and marking your whole body.

"Do you like my thighs around your cock?"

You nod, not able to lie. They feel amazing. Of course not as good as her pussy, but their softness coupled with the lace makes your head starting to spin. She keeps moving, keeping you on the edge.

"Would you want to cum on them?"

All of Irene's questions sound like she's just waiting for you to get the answer wrong. There are definitely other places on her body you'd love to cum on more. But you nod your head again.

"I feel like you didn't mean that."

Before you can react, Irene sinks her teeth into your cheek. You hiss in pain and close your eyes. A couple of seconds later, she moves back again.

"Now tell me again. Would you want to cum on my thighs?"

"Y-Yes, noona."

"I'm still not sure if you're speaking the truth."

She whispers as she leans closer again.

"I-I'd love to cum on your thighs, noona. Please let me do it."

You quickly say, hoping she doesn't bite you again. Catching her smirk, you feel her reaching for your hand. She guides it towards her pussy.

"Make me cum and maybe I'll let you cum too."

You feel two of your fingers gliding inside of her wet cunt. Curling them upwards, you hit the small rough spot inside of you, which she showed you earlier.

"Right there."

She moans into your ear, her thighs still moving around your cock.

"You promised to make me happy."

She guild trips you into doing your best. You place your thumb on her clit, while you fingers move in and out of her pussy.

"Just like that."

Irene is getting dangerously close to your ear once again. You'd like to push her back a little, but you know the consequences would be even worse. So you just close your eyes when you feel her teeth on your earlobe again. You bite your lip while you continue to pleasure her. Her teeth and her thighs almost seem to cancel each other out. It doesn't hurt too much, but you also know you won't be able to cum from this. And she probably know it too.

"Be a good boy."

Irene whispers into your ear and you try to focus on fingering her. Her lips attach themselves to your neck and you can feel her sucking on your skin. That's definitely gonna leave a mark.

You unconsciously keep thrusting into the gap between her thighs, hoping for the release she's been denying you.

"Don't get greedy."

She kisses your naked shoulder, but also parts her legs a little more. You almost sigh in frustration as that amazing friction from her lace tights leaves your cock.

"You promised."

You catch yourself whining, which only results in Irene biting into your shoulder. You jerk away, your fingers almost leaving her pussy.

"Doesn't matter. You have no rights, baby."

She pushes your fingers back into her snatch. You resume your earlier efforts, while she starts licking and kissing your skin again. Maybe if you make her cum, she will let you cum too.

When Irene finally does climax, the only reward you get is her teeth in your shoulder again. For a moment, you're afraid she might actually bite a chunk of flesh out of your shoulder. But eventually she calms down, her thighs shaking. It feels amazing, because your cock is still trapped between them.

"At least you're good for something."

Her voice has that predatory tone to it.

Your shoulder still hurts when Irene moves around again. Excitement rushes through your veins when you watch her straddling your lap. Just the sight of her beautiful wet pussy, framed by the black lace, makes all your blood rush to your cock. She teases you by coming to a hold with her lower lips right above your tip.

"I can see how desperate you are for this pussy of mine."

You nod, your eyes glued to her center.

Irene lets her folds brush against your tip again and again, a little bit of her slick now clings to your cock.

"What are you willing to do for being inside of me for just one more minute?"

Her intense stare is focused on your eyes. You do your best to tear yours away from her pussy.

"Anything."

Your answer makes Irene smirk.

"Anything? Is my pussy that good?"

Her voice tells you that she knows the answer herself.

"It is."

"Oh, honey."

Irene leans down and captures your lips with hers. Her wet folds still brush against your tip whenever she moves her hips a little. She keeps the kiss short and lets her lips travel along your skin, until they reach your ear.

"Are you going to give it all up for my pussy?"

You have to hold back from just thrusting up into her cunt.

"Give what up?"

Your voice is shaking a little.

Irene bites your earlobe once more, which means she wants you to answer. Not question her.

"Yes. Yes I would."

You say through your teeth and Irene moves back again.

"Good."

You feel her lowering herself onto your cock. Your tip slowly parts her folds.

"I knew you'd give up your career for my pussy."

"Wait! What? I-"

Irene sinks herself onto your cock fully, making your eyes roll back. Her snatch seems to suck you in.

"Don't worry, baby. Don't you love my pussy?"

"I..."

You don't know what to say. Does Irene actually expect you to retire from being an idol? Or is this just some weird type of dirty talk? Her cunt is making your head spin as her walls drag along your cock. You can't think straight.

"Don't you love my pussy so much you want to cum in it?"

"I...I do but-"

"No buts."

Irene silences you by grabbing your chin.

"If you want to have my pussy again and again, you only need to do one thing."

By now, Irene has started to ride you, her walls hugging your length.

"Put a load in me."

She leans down, aiming for your lips. But instead of kissing you, she bites your lower lip, making you flinch.

"You're gonna cum in me. Breed me. Make me pregnant."

You want to say something, but you can't. Her hand on your chin and her pussy on your cock don't give you an opportunity to speak.

"Show everyone that my pussy is so good, you couldn't pull out. If anyone asks you if you and I are in love, say no. Just say how much you love my pussy."

Your hips thrust upward a little, almost making you groan. Her constant edging throughout the last hour is finally paying off. Your incoming orgasm is hard and unstoppable. You don't know if her words have anything to do with that, but you still try to fight it.

"I can feel it, baby. Your cock wants to cum in me too. Paint my tight pussy white. As soon as I know you got me pregnant, I'm gonna tell everyone who the father is."

You close your eyes, begging your body to stop itself. But deep inside, you know it's already too late. Up until now, you were still hoping that she was just playing around. But as her tight walls squeeze your cock, you realize that the two of you aren't using any protection. If you're unlucky...

"Yes, baby. Ruin my pussy with your huge load of cum."

Seulgi feels unease bubbling up inside of her. Her and IU are sitting at a table in a comfortable, small coffee place, waiting for the two girls. But Seulgi can't get the incident from earlier this morning out of her head.

She never thought Irene was the overly sexual type. She always expected her to be a little stuck up when it comes to sex. That's why she was so surprised when Irene sent a picture of herself into Red Velvet's group chat. It was a picture of the older woman taking a mirror selfie of herself. But she was naked and she had cum all over her face.

"Hope we can do this again", was the caption.

Before one of the other girls could say anything, Irene already deleted her message with a quick apology. But that wasn't the end for Seulgi. She might've ignored it, maybe would've found it a little odd at most. If it weren't for the fact that Seulgi's younger brother stayed over at Irene's place last night.

A cold shudder runs down her back as she just thinks about it. Irene would never. Right? You're Seulgi's brother after all. And she never thought of Irene being into younger guys. Maybe it was someone else?

Seulgi can't shake off this uncomfortable feeling of uncertainty, even when Somi and Jennie finally enter the coffee place.

"You're cutting it close, Somi."

IU speaks up, without properly greeting the two of them as they sit down across from Seulgi and her.

"Five minutes until your time is up."

Somi puts her back down with a mischievous smile on her face.

"I'm ready to go. Just want to make this a little more interesting."

The three girls watch how she puts her blonde hair into a ponytail.

"You're gonna do it here?"

Jennie asks, holding in her laugh.

"Yeah. I still have five minutes left, don't I?"

IU chuckles in disbelief.

"Good luck."

Somi winks at her and stands back up.

The three of them watch her walk towards another table. Two men are sitting there, drinking their coffees. Their table is too far away for the girls to hear what Somi is saying to them. But a moment later, Somi looks around the cafe and then drops to her knees and gets under their table.

"What a whore."

IU remarks with an amused smile on her face.

"Don't act innocent."

Jennie shoots back, her grin pulls Seulgi out of her thoughts about you and Irene. Before she saw her leader's picture in Red Velvet's group chat, Jennie sent a short video into their group chat too. A video of her lying on her bed with Jisoo, completely naked, riding her face. Therefore, Jennie completed her mission. Which means it's time for Seulgi's and IU's.

"Me and Somi know what the two of you did last year. And we think a second round sounds amazing."

"Second round?"

IU raises an eyebrow.

"Yes. We want a video of the two of you getting gangbanged."

Seulgi looks around, making sure no one heard Jennie. Her eyes land on Somi for a couple of moments, who looks like she's sucking off both guys under the table.

"Okay, I guess."

IU shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you think you can handle it?"

Her question is directed at Seulgi.

"We did it once, why not do it again? If I remember correctly, I was the winner."

IU rolls her eyes while Jennie shakes her head.

"Not exactly the same."

Seulgi glances at Somi again, who's stroking one guy's cock, while the other is pulling her head into his lap, before she looks back at Jennie.

"What do you mean?"

"This time, me and Somi came up with a number you have to invite."

"A number?"

"Yeah. One hundred."

IU scoffs.

"You want the two of us to get fucked by 100 strangers?"

"Yes."

A satisfied smile plays around Jennie's lips as Somi suddenly sits down next to her again.

"My mission is complete. On time."

Seulgi points at her own lips.

"You've got something here."

"Here you go. You're number 75."

IU hands the man in front of her a shirt with the number 75 on it.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Seulgi asks, while handing out the shirt with the 76 on it.

"We don't really have a choice, Seulgi. And no one will be here on a Sunday."

"Let's hope so. I don't want a student of the school or the janitor walking in on us while we get fucked by a 100 guys."

"Don't worry about it."

IU hands another man his shirt. The man with the number 80 reaches over the table, that the t-shirts are lying on, and places his hands on IU's clothed chest. A smirk plays around his lips.

"Not yet. We start once everyone is here."

Jieun waits for a couple seconds longer and then number 80 slowly removes his hand from her tits.

"Definitely gonna cum on those later."

She feels a rush of excitement and embarrassment in her body. IU looks after him, until the next guy stands in front of her.

"Hello everyone!"

Seulgi can barely contain the nervousness in her voice. She's used to speaking to much larger crowds than this one. But then again, those crowds usually aren't going to fuck her in a couple of minutes.

"We just want to lay down some rules before we start...."

IU adds.

But 10 minutes later, some of these rules are already broken. The two girls planned on going slow at first, but now IU already has two cocks in her hands and one in her mouth, while two guys try to fit both their cocks into Seulgi's mouth.

The two of them are still wearing most of their clothes with Seulgi's top bunched up above her tits and IU's top completely missing. The man with the number 2 on his shirt takes IU's head into his hands and starts to use her mouth. He fucks her face, while she does her best to keep stroking the guys on her left and right. She feels someone playing with her naked tits. Another man reaches under her skirt. He pushes her panties to the side without any teasing or foreplay whatsoever and carelessly puts his fingers into her pussy. IU moans around number 2's cock while he keeps fucking her face. She can barely see past the circle of men that is standing directly around her, but she knows there are dozens of men just waiting their turns.

Seulgi chokes and gags as the two men keep using her mouth. Her warm and wet cavern makes both of them groan and become even rougher with her. She feels all four of their hands in her hair, pulling at it while they fuck her face. Despite the two girls wanting to go slow, Seulgi can already tell someone is kneeling behind her. She feels his cock graze her ass cheeks underneath her skirt. She can't say anything, because of the two cocks inside her mouth. When she tries to reach behind her, someone grabs one of her hands and guides it towards his own cock. The guy behind her takes Seulgi's other hand, before she can hold onto him. His other hand pushes her panties to the side. Seulgi's eyes grow wide when she feels his cock push into her. Since she couldn't look back, she didn't even have an idea of how his cock looks like. But now she feels its length and girth inside of her, stretching her walls apart.

It only takes a couple of minutes longer until the men turn each of their bodies into a mess. By now, both of them are being fucked while kneeling on the ground of the high school's gym. The two men who were fucking Seulgi's face have had enough and are now lining up for her pussy. The man with the number 10 has taken their places. But instead of taking control, he's letting Seulgi worship his cock. His hand is in her hair, but only for support. He feels her tongue glide along the underside of his cock, while her lips are tightly wrapped around its length. Seulgi does her best to suck him off while getting fucked from behind. The man inside her pussy keeps holding onto her waist, making room for another man to grope her exposed tits. She flinches whenever he pinches her niples and can't help but moan when he massages her soft mounds.

While Seulgi still looks slightly decent, IU has already been ruined. The man who used her mouth didn't last long. He pulled out of her mouth while he came and shot half his load into her mouth and the other on her lips and chin. Before Jieun could wipe his cum off her skin, another man already reached for her face to thrust his cock into her mouth. Her ponytail has become messy already and her hairband is hanging on for dear life. The man fucking her pussy and the man fucking her face both have a hand in her hair each. They pull her head back and forth, just like the rest of her body.

Jieun moans louder when she suddenly feels a pair of lips wrap themselves around one of her nipples. She can feel the man's beard tickle her skin around it. Is that number 80? The guy who touched her tits earlier? She can't see his face or the number on his shirt. But 80 had a beard and she can feel him greedily sucking on her tits as the skin around it feels like it's being grazed by a brush.

"Can you let me through? I'm gonna cum."

Seulgi tries to look around after hearing the man's breathless confession. She sees him in the third row, trying to get to her. He is only wearing his shirt with the number 30 on it. He keeps stroking his cock. Seulgi can tell that he is quite young and she's happy to help him out. She slowly removes her mouth off 10's cock and motions for the men around her to give 30 a little space. When he finally reaches her, Seulgi expects him to shove his cock into her mouth too. But he surprises her by cuming as soon as he is only inches away. He shoots his load all over Seulgi's face, leaving the stunned woman's mouth hanging wide open. Nothing got into her eyes, but Seulgi can feel his thick, warm cum all over her cheeks, nose and chin.

"Oh my god."

She mumbles, about to reach for her face to wipe off some of his cum. But 10 takes a fistful of her hair again and treats her way rougher than before. Before Seulgi can say another word, he pulls her mouth onto his cock. He bites his lip as she looks up at him with wide open eyes, face covered in cum. Her luscious lips glide along his length once more, her tongue automatically dances around his cock.

"What a slut."

He groans while he keeps thrusting into her mouth. The man behind Seulgi keeps fucking her pussy and the two men rock her body back and forth, while Seulgi can see several men, stroking themselves while looking at her, through the corners of her eyes.

Jieun feels her hairband fall out of her hair as she gets fucked on both ends, just like Seulgi. She feels it hitting her naked back, before it falls to the ground. So far she's been on the floor on all fours, but now someone pulls her arms back. It makes IU's upper body lift higher. The man who's using her mouth groans in frustration as he pulls out. But once the man behind her has stopped changing her position, he pushes his cock back into her, parting her lips. Someone behind her uses the hairband to tie her wrists together. She sees someone else stepping forward and reaching for her hair. IU expects him to ask for s blowjob too, but instead he wraps her silk like hair around his hard shaft. Once most of his cock is covered, he uses her hair to jerk himself off.

Jieun never had anyone try this before. She doesn't really feel pleasure from it itself, but she gets off on knowing that her own body has so many parts that can pleasure a man. Her thoughts get interrupted by the man inside her pussy, who lets out a warning groan, before unloading into her pussy. She feels the warmth taking over her insides. Her thighs shake a little as she can only imagine how many more cream pies she'll receive today.

Seulgi feels the man's cock behind her pulsating inside her pussy as well. But before he can paint her cunt someone else stops him.

"Don't cum in her yet."

His deep voice makes Seulgi shudder. She remembers it from when her and IU were distributing the t-shirts. That's number 75.

"Fine."

The other man groans in disappointment but pulls out a couple seconds later and decides to paint Seulgi's lower back. She feels his semen stick to her skin. Even when her back is arched, most of it stays in place.

She feels 75's slightly larger hands on her ass now. Excitement and worry let her clit tingle. She can't look behind herself, because of 10's unstoppable thrusts into her mouth. Although she can feel him slowly getting there as well. Seulgi moans around his cock when she feels 75 pushing two fingers inside of her. Her pussy is already dripping wet and a moment later his fingers are covered in her slick. After a while he adds a third finger. Seulgi feels him finger fucking her faster, while the man inside her mouth finally comes to a hold. He groans and Seulgi feels his cock pulsating. She closes her eyes, preparing herself to swallow all of it. But just when he cums she gets surprised by 75's fourth finger. She feels her pussy getting stretched wider than before as 10 unloads down her throat. Seulgi chokes on his cum, too distracted by the four fingers inside her cunt.

Jieun would love to turn her head to see why Seulgi is choking, but the man fucking her face keeps her head in place. Someone else is fucking her cream pied pussy already and the man using her hair to jerk off seems to be close to an orgasm. She didn't expect someone to be able to cum from this, but she feels kinda proud.

"Oh, god! Not your whole fist!"

Seulgi's surprised and horrified shout makes IU moan around the cock in her mouth. She can only imagine what's going on and it only makes her even wetter. The man who's pushing the other guy's cum deeper and deeper into her pussy picks up the pace while holding onto her wrists.

Seulgi gasps and tries to calm her breath, which proves difficult with someone's cock inside her mouth. She tries to relax while feeling 75 pushing his whole fist into her pussy. Seulgi has never felt this stretched out before. She can't even find words on how to describe this feeling. He keeps pushing his fist further inside of her, while squeezing one of her ass cheeks with his free hand. The guy who has taken 10's place groans as he feels Seulgi's throat tighten around his cock as she tries to cry out. She's not really sure if it's pain or pleasure she is feeling.

"Get me that bottle over there."

She hears 75's low voice again. Only through a curtain of pleasure, Seulgi slowly realizes that he must be using a ton of lube. She feels him coming to a hold for now, her pussy gaping around his fist like never before. Seulgi can't even breathe properly with someone's dick in her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

The man who's using IU's hair groans and a few strokes later unloads all over her hair. His white cum makes the perfect contrast to her dark hair, its stickiness must be bad for her hair, but Jieun doesn't care. She's curious, wondering if anyone else would want use her hair to get off too.

Before she can spend another thought on that, the man inside her pussy orgasms as well.

"Oh, god."

Jieun sighs, her thighs quiver. She can't believe she's getting cream pied for the second time within minutes. Just like during her last mission with the CEO and his son. The memories make a mixture of her slick and the man's cum slowly run down her legs.

IU jumps when another man spanks her ass from behind without any warning. The slap was way too hard, leaving her breathless. Befor she can recover, the man, who has his cock in her mouth, orgasms as well. Another slap on her ass makes her choke on his cum as well, just like Seulgi earlier. Her cheeks burn after only two slaps, while she tries to catch her breath. The man who hit her spanks her two more times before he pushes his cock into her pussy.

"Damn, you really are nothing but a cum dumpster."

He groans, feeling two other men's loads mix with IU's juices. She moans in response, knowing how right he is. Three men just came because of her body, all in different places.

Someone grabs Jieun's chin, making her look up. She recognizes his face and catches the number 80 on his shirt. He guides her mouth towards his cock and parts her lips with his tip.

"Suck it, little cum dumpster."

Seulgi hears 75 squeezing the bottle of lube empty, all over his fist, which is almost completely inside of her, and most of his forearm. When he pushes further into her, she jolts forward, choking on the cock that is now deep down her throat. She never felt this violated and helpless. But that seems to be turning her on even more. He pushes his fist and now his forearm further into her pussy, widening her walls. 75 stretches her out to the limit and beyond.

"Fuck, that's so hot."

The man with his cock down Seulgi's throat can't hold back a second longer. He shoots his load into her body, making her taste the slightly salty bitterness. Her throat feels sticky, but once he pulls out, she can breath a little better. But his words keep ringing in her ears. She was so focused on the man's fist in her pussy that she completely forgot how many men are watching her right now. Shame, excitement, lust, pain, pleasure. They all wash through her. Not one after another, but all together. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and as 75 pushes another inch of his forearm past her wet lips, Seulgi orgasms hard. She squirts like a fountain, drenching 75's hand and arm in squirt. Her whole body shakes and squirms. A not so small puddle quickly appears underneath her on the gym floor.

Seulgi gasps after she finally comes back to her senses. She can't believe what just happened. It felt like she just lost half her body weight, so much did she squirt. She tries to catch her breath, but 75 is already moving again. Seulgi feels amazing yet weird. It's like she has no control of her body. As if 75 is using her like a glove, or rather like a puppet. His fist seems to make her move and moan and sigh without her being able to do anything against that. Her body is now his and she feels like he is silently telling her to climax again. It only takes her a couple of seconds after her first orgasm. Seulgi lets out a yelp and a moan and she cums again, drenching his fist and arm in her squirt once more.

IU does her best to make 80 proud, his words ringing in her ears. Her lips glide along his length again and again and her tongue is pressed to the underside of his cock. She makes him slip into her throat whenever she meets the base of his dick, making him groan. She remembers his promise from earlier and now IU really wants him to cum all over her tits. She can feel someone else playing with them idly, making her moan around 80's cock.

The man fucking her pussy keeps spanking Jieun after almost every thrust. She feels like her senses are being over stimulated. She wants to moan louder, but her mouth and throat are stuffed. She can't see it, but she can tell her cheeks are red by now. Every slap makes her ass sting and the man behind her doesn't seem to plan on stopping anytime soon. She can't hear how Seulgi orgasms and squirts all over the floor, despite her being only a few meters away. IU's own moans and the man's palm meeting her cheeks again and again are louder than Seulgi's cries.

The younger girl eventually comes down from her second high, her body still slightly shaking. Now 75 slowly starts to pull his forearm and his fist out of Seulgi's pussy. Her moans and her cries makes everyone who's watching stroke their cocks. No one dares to use her mouth while she lets out these beautiful moans. Which become higher and higher the longer 75 takes to pull his hand out of her pussy. She feels his knuckles drag along her velvet walls and eventually it's over.

Seulgi's body shakes as she almost experiences her third orgasm. She can feel everyone's eyes on her. Specifically her pussy. It's gaping. Anyone could put their whole fist into her now. For a second, Seulgi is afraid that it will never go back to normal. That he stretched out her pussy way too much. That it's completely ruined now. But it only takes three seconds, before her lips close again. Seulgi lets out a quiet sigh of relief. She feels 75 pull her pussy lips apart again. She can't help but let out a small moan. She still feels so full, despite being empty. All of the men behind her can see the whole insides of Seulgi's gaping pussy. Just the thought of that has her dripping wet.

She excepts 75 to now put his cock into her pussy, that's why she's suddenly surprised when she feels his tongue on her ass hole. Seulgi lets out a yelp. The sensation itself isn't new to her. But his tongue, coupled with the feeling of her gaping pussy makes it way better for some reason.

IU feels her body becoming weaker as she takes one pounding after another. 80 came down her throat instead of painting her tits like he promised at the beginning. But he told her he'd be back for a second time. The man who's hands are imprinted on her ass cheeks came inside of her as well, before making room for the next guy. IU's vision starts to become a little blurry as more and more guys use every part of her body like they own it. She is able to see how a man is sliding his cock in and out of Seulgi's ass, before a new guy shoves his cock between IU's lips. Jieun greedily starts to suck on it, still aware of the camera that is recording everything from one corner of the room. This might not be a proper competition, but IU remembers the loss she took last year. She set a personal goal for herself this time.

But three cream pies and two facials later, Jieun is completely drained. She can't do much else than take their cocks and let out weak moans. She wonders how Seulgi is doing, until she suddenly feels someone helping her to her feet. Her legs buckle and she can only stand by leaning against the man with the number 90. He seems to be guiding her towards Seulgi, who looks like she's in a similar state to IU.

The younger girl is still on all fours while sucking someone off as another man fucks her ass. After 75 gaped her pussy, he ate out her ass and fucked her afterwards. The next three guys all fucked and came inside her ass. Now 5 is the one who is thrusting in and out of her puckered hole. Seulgi is glad 75 didn't decide to gape her ass as well. It still feels like her pussy hasn't gone back to it's normal size, but she can't be sure. Her juices seem to leak out more freely than usual, but maybe that's the aftermath of squirting twice within a minute.

Seulgi does her best to satisfy the man who is stuffing his cock into her mouth, when she suddenly feels a new weight on top of her. Her arms and knees shake and she's afraid she'll hit the ground, but 5 stops fucking her ass, so she can concentrate on baring the new weight.

"They look amazing."

Someone behind her groans and only now does Seulgi realize that the dead weight on top of her is IU. Someone put her over Seulgi's back. Her head is hanging down on Seulgi's right, while her feet graze the floor to Seulgi's left. She's surprised she's able to stay in position. Not because of IU's weight, but Seulgi's state of mind and body. She feels like the cocks in her mouths and ass kinda hold her up, trapping her in this weird position, now that Jieun is lying on top of her. Did they tie her hands together?

Seulgi's train of thought is promptly interrupted when 5 begins to thrust into her ass again. She moans out, the tight ring of her muscles stretching around his cock just wide enough.

IU is in a worse state than Seulgi. She feels like her ability to take one pounding after another has decreased since last year. Through her blurry vision, she sees someone's feet in front of her. Without even thinking, she slowly opens her mouth, ready to take another face fucking. She's surprised when she suddenly feels wet cloth brush against her lips and tongue. It takes her a moment to realize that those are her panties. Simple pink cotton. No decorations. They now fill her mouth, making it a little bit harder to breathe. She feels someone's hand on her ass, making her moan out in response. Her moan gets suffocated by the panties inside of her mouth and a sound barely leaves her lips.

"Put Seulgi's into her pussy."

Jieun barely registers their laughter, before she feels something being stuffed into her pussy. She yelps in surprise. The unfamiliar feeling of having her mouth and pussy stuffed with panties rushes through her body, making her even wetter than before. Two men position their cocks right in front of her mouth and her pussy and a moment later, IU is completely filled once more. She can feel how they fuck her on both ends, pushing her and Seulgi's panties deeper and deeper into her body.

Seulgi on the other hand does her best to keep herself and Jieun off the ground. Which is difficult while being fucked. She can't even concentrate on sucking off the guy who's cock is in her mouth. She gladly just lets him use her mouth like a fleshlight. The man in her ass becomes a little rougher with her, signaling that he'll be cuming soon. His hands squeeze her ass cheeks, making Seulgi moan.

She also feels IU's hard nipples brush against her back again and again. With every thrust of the men that use the older girl's body, her nipples drag along Seulgi's skin. The mental image of that alone is enough to make Seulgi's own nipples completely hard as well.

But eventually, her body is too weak to hold the two of them up. Seulgi's arms and legs shake and buckle and suddenly she's lying flat on the floor. IU lies on top of her still. Instead of helping the two girls, or lifting IU off Seulgi, the four men who were using their holes just kneel on the floor and resume what they where doing before. Now Seulgi's own nipples drag along the gym's floor with every thrust delivered into her ass and mouth.

IU feels like she's been lying on top of Seulgi for hours. She can't tell if three or four men came in her pussy since they stuffed Seulgi's panties in there. Her mind is too far gone for that. The only thing IU can do is let out weak moans from time to time. The panties in her mouth still muffle most of those though. They're already covered in cum as well, but she can't swallow the loads the men put in her mouth properly. Both panties are soaked with either spit or her own juices and cum. They feel heavy inside of her.

Another man pulls out of her mouth, groans and paints her face with his cum. Jieun barely even reacts anymore. She just blinks a couple of times, trying to keep his cum out of her eyes. Most of it landed on her forehead and nose. She can feel how her neck is beginning to hurt, but it's only a dull feeling. Her head has been raised for too long, so the muscles in her neck are starting to get tense. The fact that the next man is now using her throat like a cheap sex toy probably doesn't do much to better the situation either.

The man inside her pussy cums shortly after, leaving another creamy mess inside her cunt. IU barely acknowledges getting cream pied yet again with another weak moan. But then she feels another guy pushing his tip past her pussy lips. Her breath hitches when she realizes how think his cock is. It's bigger than most of the guys she had so far today. The man in front of her face groans as her throat massages his cock, but in reality IU's breath just quickened as she takes more and more of the other guy's cock. She can't tell how much more he is going to push inside of her, when he suddenly stops. She can feel it, before he even has to say it.

"Her pussy is too small with those damn panties inside of her."

He pulls out of Jieun again, the veins on his cock slowly dragging along her walls. Once her pussy is empty again, he penetrates her with two fingers, searching for Seulgi's panties. Once he found it, he pulls it out of her. She feels odd as he does so, the mixture of lace, cum and her own slick rubbing and gliding along her walls. Only a moment after the piece of clothing leaves her pussy, she can feel his cock push past her lips yet again.

"Oh my god."

She manages to sigh, her mouth still stuffed by the other man's dick.

Seulgi doesn't realize what's going around her. She's too occupied by the two men who are trying to fit both their cocks into her mouth at the same time. They make her gag and choke as both aim for her tight throat. Even more spit and saliva run down her chin when the man inside her ass paints her insides white. With a loud groan he cums inside her ass, while leaning over her a little. Seulgi feels her ass hole clamping down on his cock as he tries to pull out. She shudders at this amazing feeling of slowly being empty after feeling completely stuffed. But she's surprised when it's not a cock that meets her entrance afterwards. It feels like a heavy wet rag and it takes her a moment you realize that those are her own panties. The black lace that used to match her top and her tights. She can't tell where her top is and her tights are showering several holes here and there. At the beginning, she asked everyone not to ruin her clothes, but she couldn't do anything about it when they started to tear the holes into the thin fabric. She can even feel someone's cum through them, somewhere above her right ankle.

After someone pushed her panties halfway into her ass hole, she feels that person's cock on her ass as well. Seulgi would've loved to let out a moan, but the two cocks inside her throat just make that completely impossible. She feels the dick sliding into her ass pushing her own panties further and further inside of her. Seulgi's thighs shake a little at the new found feeling. Her ass was never this full before. Of course it doesn't compare to her still slightly gaping pussy, but she hasn't take more than one cock into her ass before. That's why she's now crying out when she feels another cock head pushing into her ass. Her shout is muffled by the two dicks in her mouth, but still audible for everyone around her.

Seulgi huffs and puffs as the second man works his cock slowly past the ring of muscles. She never thought they'd stretch out either of her holes this much. But here she is now, her ass hole filled with two cocks and her own panties, with are drenched in several guy's cum and IU's slick. Seulgi's eyes roll to the back of her head as she realizes that she's taking four cocks at once right now. She can feel herself being at the verge of passing out, although she can't tell if that's because of the lack of air, due to the two dicks down her throat, or the pleasure she's receiving from having her ass stuffed to the brim.

IU feels like the world is spinning for a couple of seconds, until she realizes someone is turning her around. Instead of lying on her stomach, she is now lying on her back on top of Seulgi. Her head is hanging down again, but now she sees everything upside down. She didn't even register the fact that the guy inside her pussy pulled out for a moment when the flipped her over and is now pushing back into her.

"Hi there. Promised to be back."

IU manages to open her eyes. She barely recognizes 80, who's kneeling in front of her. She opens her mouth, not even sure herself if she is trying to say something, or just waiting for him to use her mouth. He reaches forward and slowly pulls her own wet panties out of her mouth.

"You have something on your face."

His mocking tone enables IU to brace herself for what's coming next. He uses her cum and spit drenched panties to wipe off the cum on her face. Of course that's doesn't help at all. In fact, the pink cotton makes it even worse than it was before.

"Like I said, I'll be cuming on your tits now. Or rather in a couple of minutes."

To her own surprise, IU realizes she kept her mouth open this entire time. 80 pushes his cock past her lips and begins to thrust in and out of her mouth. She feels him gliding easier into her throat, due to her head's upside down position. Even her gag reflex seems to be too tired to react. She is able to take his whole length again and again, without even a sign of discomfort.

Meanwhile, Seulgi can feel her brain melting in real time. She can't tell how they're pulling this off and actually, she doesn't even really care. The two men inside her mouth keep thrusting into her in tandem with the men who are fucking her asshole. Her panties are probably so deep inside of her already, she'll never be able to get these out again. But her brain shuts off completely when she feels another man slowly pulling her pussy lips apart. She can't tell if it's one of the guys in her ass, but for some reason those fingers feel familiar. Is that 75? Seulgi can feel how easy it is for him to slip several fingers inside of her, without any warmup. She must still be gaping, even worse than she thought. It doesn't seem like he's able to fit his whole hand in immediately again, but four fingers are enough for her already.

Seulgi can only feel one thing anymore. And that's pleasure. Nothing else. She feels like she is flying on clouds. She can't feel the floor underneath her. She can't even properly feel the four cocks that wrecking her holes, or the fingers inside of her pussy. It all melts together into one single feeling. She can't comprehend that there are other people with her. It seems like she's completely alone, only pleasure keeping her company.

IU is in a slightly different state. A little less pleasure and a lot more humiliation. But then again, that seems to enhance her pleasure as well. She feels the man inside her pussy cream pie her, while someone else paints her tight midriff white. Almost the whole load escapes her pussy since it's completely filled with cum. She feels 80 slowly approaching his own limit as well. He wipes across her messy face with her panties once more, just for fun, until he finally pulls out.

He scoots forward a little, making sure he is going to cum on her tits. Jieun feels his balls rest on her cum and spit covered face. A moment later she can feels his warm semen paint her small tits. Her nipples are quickly covered by a thick layer of cum.

After the men using Seulgi's holes cum inside of her as well, everyone takes a step back. The two women lie on the floor with Jieun lying on top of Seulgi. They look like they've both passed out.

Seulgi's pussy and ass are gaping. Her pussy lips are all red and look stretched out, while her ass hole opens and closes like a fish on land, trying to breathe. A small trickle of cum leaves her ring of muscles. A small part of her black lace panties peeks out as well. Her hair and every other part of her body that isn't covered by IU has a mixture of cum, saliva, sweat and both girl's juices on it. Her face is resting on the floor on her right cheek. Her mouth is slightly open, a small load of cum weighing down her tongue.

Jieun doesn't look any better. And endless stream of cum leaks out of her well fucked pussy. Her midriff and her tits are covered in cum. She looks like she's even showing it off, because her back is slightly arched, due to Seulgi lying underneath her. Her once smooth, silk like hair is a filthy mess of cum, saliva and juices, just like the rest of her body. The top of her head is resting on the floor, with her face still being upside down. The cum on her lips and nose slowly starts to run down into her eyes. Which everyone would be able to see, if it weren't for her pink cotton candies, which are covering her face.

Every single one of the 100 men came at least once in or on one or their bodies, some even twice. Which means each of them got at at least around 50 loads of cum. Now some of the guys who only came once, but are still jerking off to sight of the two passed out women, step forward. They all cum on the two of them two at a time. Some of Seulgi's face or IU's panties. Others on Seulgi's ass or IU's tits.

When all hundred men leave the high school's gym, the morning sun just breaks through the clouds. It's not Sunday anymore. It's early Monday morning. Which also means, one of the classes, which are currently preparing for their college entry exams, will have their sports lesson in two hours. Let's hope Seulgi and Jieun wake up, before they enter the gym.

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Hi, everyone!

I apologize for the very late publishing of this fic, but I hope you all enjoy reading this. I tried out some new stuff along the way, but I don't know if I'll be doing the gaping again. It looked sexier in my head than it did in the two videos I watched to get a better feel of the situation.

I enjoyed writing this, despite being sick during most of it. As promised, I'll try to finish the next SNSD village chapter, before taking a break from larger fics, until around the middle of March. I'll post some colour chapters and small asks here and there, but. I can't promise anything.

Stay healthy everyone!

[danisluvv]

Brilliant | d.avanzini

Pairing: idol!fem!reader x Daniela avanzini

Warnings: not proofread so excuse any grammatical mistakes:)

Part 1

Staring up at the ceiling, you let out a deep sigh of exhaustion, "yn, get up from the floor, you're gonna catch a cold."

Karina tried to scold you from her position on the couch, but she didn't have enough energy to say it strictly.

"I can't, my legs are so wobbly, I'll fall back down again," ningning snorted, but nodded in understanding nevertheless.

"Guys, you have an hour left for practice, get it over quickly so you can go to the dorm early," all of you groaned at that, you were so tired you felt like passing out.

"An hour?! We've been here for like what, seven already?!" Winter whined, coming over to your sprawled out form on the floor to lay on top of you.

"Minjeong get off," you said, annoyed, "I already can't breath, and you're making it worse."

"Come on, I'm comfortable."

"Guys, I'm being serious," your manager cleared her throat, "get back to practice, i'll go grab you dinner and when I'm back, we can go."

"That's like only fifteen more minutes of practice," ningning looked at her confused.

"Well, you can do a full hour, it's up to you," the manager raised her eyebrow, like she already knew the answer.

"Ningning, shut your mouth on your own, or I'll make you," you yelled, making your manager chuckle as she shook her head and walked out the door.

"Okay, let's get this over with so we can go home," Karina clapped her hands, signalling you to get up.

There were few protests from you all, but what can you do? Karina is the leader after all.

-

"Home sweet home!" Aeri shouted as she dashed towards her room.

"By the way, I told Rina already, I'm showering first," your statement made ningning and winter roll their eyes but they nodded nevertheless.

"Go, I'm so tired I can't even shower for like a half an hour."

"Ew, that's nasty, cuz you stink," winter laughed, Karina chuckled and ningning ran after you with her water bottle, but thankfully you got into your room and closed the door.

-

@/daniela_avanzini

Heyy, did your practice end already??

-

You smiled at the notification, deciding to answer it after you took a shower.

-

Me:

Yes, it ended, sorry couldn't answer you, I was showering:)

Daniela:

It's okay, sooo is the plan still on..?

Me:

What plan?

Daniela:

You know THE plan? Tomorrow?

Me:

Sorry, doesn't ring a bell

Daniela:

Fine. You win.

Me:

Huh?

Daniela:

Our date tomorrow? Is it still on?

Me:

Ohhhh, the date, of course it's still on! You told me you knew a great ramen restaurant!!

Daniela:

You just want it to be called a date by me, right??!!

Me:

I don't know what you're talking about;)

-

Daniela smiled as she shut off her phone, tossing it to the end of the bed, "ugh, she's so frustrating."

"Who's frustrating?" Daniela quickly stopped smiling as Manon walked into the room, "is it yn again?"

"What?" She looked taken aback, "no, no, I just, I was, I was watching a movie, so."

Manon looked at Danielas phone, Daniela also looked at her phone and quickly went to get it, but Manon was faster than her and quickly snatched it off of the bed.

"Let's, check," Manon smiled sheepishly, "here it is, yn."

"Manon, stop, that's an invasion of my personal space!" Daniela tried to reason with her, but it was no use, the brunette had already opened their chat and let out a huge gasp.

"A date?! You're going on a date with yn and you didn't tell us?!"

"Who's going on a date?" Yoonchae questioned as she walked into the room.

"She is-" Daniela quickly jumped on Manons back, covering her mouth with her palm.

"Isn't! She meant isn't!" It was to late, yoonchae had already ran to the living room to spread the news of Danielas alleged 'date'.

"Thanks, Manon," the girl sent Daniela a flying kiss and motioned her to come to the direction where yoonchae just ran.

-

You tapped your foot impatiently, looking around for any sight of the Latina girl, you were waiting at the ramen place Daniela told you she'd meet you at, but yet, she was nowhere to be seen.

You checked the time, 21:43 p.m.

Did you get there too early? Well, the date was at ten, but you still decides to get there early incase Daniela decided to do the same.

And, it seemed like she did, because there she was in all her glory, walking through the ramen place searching for a table to sit at, when her eyes landed on you.

"And I thought I'd get here earlier than you," she chuckled as she walked over and sat down on the seat opposite you.

"Well, guess I'm just faster than you," you sent her a wink and she rolled her eyes.

"Shall we order?" She started flipping through the menu, avoiding the eye contact as she did so.

"Woah, no hey, hello, how are you?" You let out dramatically, "it shows how much you want to get this date over with."

"Stop with the dramatics," she shrugged it off, "we can talk after we order our food."

"Hey, I'm older than you, show some-"

She cut you off, ignoring your shocked face, "excuse me, waiter, we're ready to order."

-

"And than she rolled down the stairs," Daniela tried to control her laugh as you finished telling her the tenth story from your life's funniest moments.

"Oh my gosh, I feel like I shouldn't be laughing right now, but I can't help it," she tried to talk between the little snorts she let out, fanning herself with her left hand.

"It's okay, I laughed at her face, so, you laughing when's she's not face planted right in front of you, is not that big of a deal," you took a sip of your drink, trying to not choke on it.

A cough broke you two out of your little world, "here's your bill," waitress put a small notebook down on the table, and walked away.

"Ok, let's pay and then I'll walk you to your dorm," you started to reach for your wallet when Danielas hand stopped you.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" She asked you, like it wasn't the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Um, paying..?"

"No, you're not, I'm paying," now she started to reach for her wallet.

"Daniela, let's not fight over this, let me pay, so we can pack up and leave," you tried to reason with her, but she wasn't having it.

"No, yn, I'm paying, I asked you out, and besides, you already paid for me, so let me return the favor."

"Daniela, it wasn't a favor-"

"Please, just this once, and then you can pay on our next date!"

"Wait, is this you subtly trying to tell me that you want to go on a another date with me?" You smirked and Daniela nodded firmly.

"Yes, only if you let me pay."

"Fine, do your thing, but I'm paying next time, and a few more times after that."

Daniela wanted to ask if you meant that you'd like to go on a multiple dates with her, but she ignored and called waiter over to pay.

-

"So, this is it, this is my apartment building," Daniela nodded towards the building in front of you.

"Well, then," you took a step towards her, "Daniela avanzini, I had the greatest time today, so, I'll hope to see you sometime soon, again."

"You for sure will," she giggled at your formality.

"Brilliant, see you next time."

"Aren't you going?" She asked when you didn't turn to leave.

"I am, I just want to see you get inside the elevator safely."

Daniela was thankful that it was night, so you couldn't see the faint shade of red covering her cheeks.

"Will you be safe going by feet?"

"I already called a cab, and I think it's right there," you pointed towards the car coming your direction.

"Then why did you want to walk me home?"

"Just wanted to spend more time with you," Daniela felt like she was going to explode if she stayed there any longer so she quickly waved you a goodbye and rushed inside.

You got into the cab, smiling to yourself, already planning how your next date would look like and where it would be.

A/n: here's the part two!! Hope you enjoy♡! Lmk what you think and don't forget to like, comment and reblog! Love you all♥︎

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◌ʢ-̫͡-ʔ͏⠀❀ 𝄞 choOse me or die⠀ ❤︎

[ningfly]

♡☾☆ꕤ

[lil-liaa]

✿ ࣪ 𓈒ׂ◜ 𖥔 ˙ 𝓜 y cherries and wine𓆝˒ ۟ ⸱ ׂ♱꒱

⸼۪❀˟̫ː ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂ𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 and 𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒆 : and all of my peaches ( are ruined, 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 ) 🍒ᡣ 𐄁 ꛵𐄁 ﬞꛁּ .𓏸

©𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞//𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞

[flutterdashes]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in ── lᦒve 𝒘. y͜o͜u ♥︎ ͜͡ ݃ 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀  〬𓂂  ⃝░⠀ ࣪ ︎⠀ㅤׅㅤㅤׄ⠀⠀▬▭⠀ ㅤׁㅤ ✦

[wonsoiir]

𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐦: 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞́𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 ✿’석진. entre pétalas e estações te cultivei em meu âmago e hoje, em meu ser floresces.

[zylokv]

WHEN DOES IT END? — myoui mina

❝ you're my spouse on paper, however you're not my responsibility.❞

synopsis — a series of misfortune.

word count ! — 19k

— myoui mina x reader !

notice — heavily inspired by @neoplatinum, aswell as cozuzi and a bit of queen of tears.

disclaimer ! — this story is a work of fiction. the portrayal of characters, events, and relationships does not reflect the real lives or personalities of any individuals mentioned. themes of infidelity and emotional conflict are explored, but the intention is not to glamorize toxic behavior.

series masterlist !

part six !

no one expected to see myoui mina on her knees.

and no one expected it to happen here, in the crown jewel of the myoui empire: the grand hall atop their most iconic skyscraper. the building was a statement in itself—glass walls offering a panoramic view of the city, chandeliers so massive they seemed to drip stars, and marble floors polished to such a gleam you could see the judgment in every guest’s reflection.

the air was thick with tension, despite the luxury surrounding them. the elite of the elite had gathered to celebrate mina’s birthday—family, business partners, and power players from around the globe. but now, their polite conversations and champagne toasts had been replaced with stunned silence as they watched the poised heiress shatter her own pedestal.

mina’s voice cracked as she spoke, her tears catching the golden light. “please,” she said, her words raw, desperate. “i know i’ve failed you. i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness, but i’m asking for it anyway. for the sake of what we’ve built, for the sake of our family... please, give me another chance.”

the weight of her words rippled through the crowd, the gasps and murmurs too faint to drown out the plea. her parents sat in their seats of honor, their faces frozen in shock. her father’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his temple as though he were restraining himself from standing and ending the spectacle. her mother’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze flickering between mina and you, as if she couldn’t decide who to blame for this unraveling.

her father, however, was the first to move. his chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood, his gaze narrowing at mina. the murmur of the crowd fell silent in an instant as he made his way to her. with a single, decisive step, he knelt before her, his towering presence casting a long shadow over her small, trembling frame. he looked down at his daughter, his expression a mixture of disappointment and quiet fury.

“mina,” he said in a voice so cold it made the room feel even colder. “what mistake have you made?”

his words hit harder than any accusation, the weight of his disappointment more crushing than any public reprimand. mina’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled to meet his gaze. the pride of the myoui family—who had once been unshakable, indomitable—was now undone by her own actions.

“father...” mina whispered, her voice breaking, “i—i failed them.”

“failed them?” her father’s voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. “you’ve failed yourself.”

there was a long silence as mina trembled in place, her head bowed low, her eyes never leaving the floor. the weight of his words was unbearable.

but then, after a long pause, her father’s expression softened—just barely. he leaned forward, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. whispering to her “fix it, mina. do what you need to do to fix this. but remember,” he added quietly, his voice hardening again, “there are consequences for everything.”

mina nodded weakly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, but she knew she had to.

without another word, her father stood, his gaze moving toward you with a final, unreadable look. and then, with the same composure that had carried him to the top of the world, he turned and walked back to his seat.

near the edge of the room, sana stepped forward, adjusting her grip on hiro. the toddler blinked sleepily, his head resting against her shoulder. “he shouldn’t see this,” sana said quietly, her tone uncharacteristically grim.

you glanced at her, torn between gratitude and guilt. hiro murmured something incomprehensible, one tiny hand clutching the fabric of sana’s dress as she turned toward the elevator. the soft ding echoed as the doors slid open, the sound cutting through the suffocating silence.

“i’ll take him downstairs,” she added, not waiting for your reply. the elevator doors closed, taking hiro—and his blissful unawareness—with them.

you returned your gaze to mina, her tear-streaked face a stark contrast to the gleaming perfection of her surroundings. the chandeliers above cast halos of light, but none of it seemed to reach her.

“stand up,” you said, your voice low, barely audible.

she flinched, her hands pressing harder against the marble floor. “not until you tell me there’s a chance,” she whispered, her trembling voice pulling at something deep inside you.

“this isn’t the time or place for this,” you replied, your tone sharper than intended.

“it’s exactly the time and place,” she countered, her voice rising, cracking under the strain. “if not now, when? i need you to know that i’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. even if it means humiliating myself in front of everyone here.”

a wave of whispers rippled through the room as the guests exchanged shocked glances. mina’s mother finally stood, her carefully crafted poise slipping. “mina,” she began, her voice brittle, “what are you doing?”

“what i should have done a long time ago,” mina replied, her gaze unwavering as it met yours.

the weight of her vulnerability was suffocating, the intensity in her eyes unbearable. you clenched your fists, your nails biting into your palms as you forced yourself to hold her gaze.

“get up,” you said again, softer this time, but no less firm.

she hesitated, her tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. when she finally rose, her legs trembled, and her movements were slow, deliberate. the room seemed to exhale collectively as she stood, her vulnerability stark against the grandeur surrounding her.

“i’ll prove it to you,” she said quietly, her voice only for you. “every day, i’ll prove it. you don’t have to forgive me now... just don’t give up on us.”

the room was silent again, but this time, the tension was unbearable. you glanced around, the judgmental stares of the crowd pressing against you like a physical weight.

without another word, you turned and walked toward the balcony, the cool night air rushing to greet you as you stepped outside. the city stretched out below, glittering and alive, a sharp contrast to the heaviness in your chest.

the distant hum of the city filled your ears—cars moving like tiny specs far below, the muffled echoes of life continuing despite the chaos in yours. the sounds from the grand hall behind you were dulled, a faint murmur through the thick glass doors.

inside, mina’s gaze followed you. her composed facade had crumbled, leaving behind a woman who looked utterly lost. her hands trembled as she clasped them in front of her, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. she didn’t notice sana returning until the sharp sound of heels clicked against the marble behind her.

“what the hell was that, mina?” sana’s voice was low but laced with a simmering frustration.

mina flinched, her head snapping toward her friend. “sana—”

“no.” sana cut her off, stepping closer, her tone sharper now. “you don’t get to say anything right now. do you even realize what you just did?”

mina swallowed hard, her gaze darting between sana and the glass doors leading to the balcony. “i was trying to show them—”

“to show them what?” sana’s voice rose slightly, and a few heads turned in their direction. “that you’re desperate? that you’re sorry? do you think a grand gesture like this fixes anything?”

momo stood a few feet away, her wide eyes darting between the two. her usual playful demeanor had been replaced by stunned silence, her lips parting as if to interject before thinking better of it.

“sana,” mina started again, her voice faltering.

“no,” sana said firmly, leaning in closer. “listen to me, mina. you better mean it. because if you don’t—if this is just another one of your calculated moves—you’ll lose everything. not just them. everything.”

mina’s lips parted, but no words came. her gaze drifted back toward the balcony, her expression raw, vulnerable.

“they deserve better than this,” sana added, her voice softening just slightly. “better than the half-hearted promises you’ve given them before. so if you’re going to fight for them, you’d better mean every damn word you said out there.”

for a moment, no one spoke. momo finally broke the silence with a quiet, “sana...”

sana sighed and ran a hand through her hair, her anger giving way to a flicker of weariness. ���just think about it, mina. and if you’re not ready to give it everything, then... maybe it’s time to let go.”

she glanced at the balcony, her expression softening as she caught sight of your silhouette against the city lights. shaking her head, she turned back to mina one last time. “don’t waste this chance.”

as sana walked away, momo lingered for a moment longer, her mouth opening as if to speak before closing again. she finally shook her head, muttering something under her breath before following sana.

mina stayed rooted in place, her chest tightening as she turned back to the glass. through the faint reflection, she could see you standing on the balcony, shoulders tense, lost in thought.

she wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but when she finally crossed the room, it was almost as though her body was moving on its own. she didn’t care about the eyes still on her, didn’t care about the judgment that lingered in the air. all that mattered was you.

she reached the balcony doors, her breath shaky as she slowly slid them open. the chill of the night air brushed against her skin, but it did nothing to numb the gnawing ache inside her.

you didn’t turn around immediately, still lost in the sea of thoughts that had pulled you away from her.

"please," she whispered, stepping forward, her voice desperate and raw. "please, don’t walk away. i can’t lose you. not like this."

you finally turned to face her, eyes dark with the weight of everything that had happened. her heart beat so loudly in her chest that she could hardly hear herself speak, but she needed you to hear this. everything.

“i’m sorry," she gasped, taking a shaky step closer. "i know i’m not the person you thought i was, but i’ll change. i’ll prove it to you. i’ll make up for everything. every lie. every mistake. just please... give me the chance.”

her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the ground again—no longer as a gesture, but out of sheer, raw vulnerability. she crawled to your feet, pressing her forehead to the cold floor, her tears staining the marble. “please, don’t leave me. i’m begging you... i need you.”

and in that moment, something shifted. the world around her became nothing but a blur. all she could hear, all she could see, was you.

the silence between you stretched, unbearable. then—slowly, like a crack in the dam—it shattered.

the weight of the moment pressed on you so heavily that you couldn’t hold it back anymore. everything you had bottled up, everything you had been running from, finally came crashing down.

you stepped forward.

you didn’t know what would come next. you didn’t know if you could forgive her.

but for the first time in months, you didn’t know if you couldn’t.

you had the power to either crush her, or to give her a chance to redeem herself.

-----

the air was crisp as you followed mina across the tarmac, the weight of hiro in your arms grounding you as much as it exhausted you. the boy was still sleepy, his head resting on your shoulder while you dragged your carry-on behind you. the hoodie you’d thrown on was doing its job, shielding you from the cold, but the heaviness in the atmosphere had nothing to do with the weather.

mina walked ahead, her silhouette stiff, every step deliberate. neither of you had spoken much since you left her family’s estate. the words you’d thrown at her days ago still hung between you like a barricade.

you hadn’t meant for it to come out that harshly, but it had. and the way mina had flinched—like you’d driven a stake through her chest—was something you couldn’t shake, even now.

hiro stirred, his tiny fingers gripping your hoodie as you shifted him slightly to ease the strain on your arms. mina glanced back briefly, her face unreadable before she turned away again.

awkward silence stretched until you reached the hangar where your private jet awaited. hiro finally wriggled out of your hold, his energy returning as he waddled toward the small lounge near the boarding steps. you let out a sigh, rubbing your shoulder as you watched him with tired eyes.

“blabla!” hiro called out excitedly, pointing at something.

before you could respond, someone bumped into you—hard enough to make you stumble back a step.

“oh! i’m so sorry!”

you turned to see her—a tall woman with delicate features, her long hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. she was bowing repeatedly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“it’s fine,” you said quickly, holding your hands up to reassure her. but before you could step back, she moved closer to bow again, and the awkward proximity made you stumble slightly.

“i wasn’t looking where i was going!” she said, her voice soft but frantic.

“really, it’s okay,” you repeated, taking another step back.

“is it?” another voice cut in, sharp and icy.

mina was suddenly there, her hand on your arm as she stepped between you and the woman. her gaze was sharp enough to slice steel, directed entirely at the flustered stranger.

“my spouse isn’t usually bumped into,” mina said coolly, her lips curving into a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “perhaps you should watch where you’re going next time.”

“i—i apologize!” the woman stammered, bowing again.

you raised a hand, hoping to diffuse the situation. “really, it’s fine, mina. let’s just—”

“tzuyu,” mina cut you off, her eyes narrowing slightly as recognition flickered in her gaze. “you’re part of the board, aren’t you?”

the woman—tzuyu—nodded quickly. “yes, ma’am. again, i’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

“good,” mina said, her tone curt. “then let’s not have this happen again.”

tzuyu bowed one last time before practically fleeing. you barely had time to process what just happened before mina grabbed your wrist, tugging you gently but firmly toward the plane.

“mina,” you began, but she didn’t look at you.

“just drop it,” she muttered, her face flushed—whether from annoyance or something else, you couldn’t tell.

hiro tugged on your hoodie as you passed, and you scooped him up automatically, letting his babbling fill the silence as you boarded. once inside, mina busied herself making hiro comfortable, tucking him into one of the cushioned seats with a blanket and his favorite stuffed animal.

you, meanwhile, collapsed into your own seat with a sigh, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“hello, welcome.” a flight attendant’s voice broke through your thoughts. “can i get you something to drink?”

you shook your head without opening your eyes. “no, thanks. just… tired.”

mina glanced at you briefly but said nothing, her focus returning to hiro.

“can’t wait to get back home,” you mumbled to yourself, your voice low. “back to work, away from all this.”

but even as you said it, the weight of mina’s gaze lingered—silent, heavy, and impossible to ignore -----

the biting chill of korea’s winter clung to you like a second skin as you stepped off the private jet. bundled in your hoodie, you adjusted your hold on hiro, who was fast asleep in your arms, his small breaths warm against your chest. mina walked ahead, her heels clicking sharply on the frosted pavement, her posture stiff and unyielding. not a glance back, not a word exchanged. the tension hung heavy between you, so thick it was almost visible in the cold night air.

the sleek black van idled nearby, its warmth promising but offering no reprieve from the icy atmosphere you carried with you. the driver hurried to open the door, and you stepped inside carefully, settling hiro into the baby seat. his little head tilted as he stirred but didn’t wake, his soft features a stark contrast to the storm brewing around him.

you slumped into the seat, leaning back with a weary sigh. the hum of the heater filled the silence as you stared out the frosted window. the city lights blurred past in streaks of gold and white, their brilliance muted by the fog of your exhaustion.

“where should we head? home or...?” the driver asked tentatively, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

“work,” you murmured, straightening up. “i need to get to the office. there are contracts waiting for my signature.”

the words hung in the air for a moment before mina’s voice sliced through, her tone cold and final. “home.”

you turned to her, your brows knitting together in disbelief. “i’m not going home, mina. there’s too much to—”

“you’ve done enough,” she cut in, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. her gaze didn’t meet yours, fixed instead on the city beyond her window. “you’re coming home. with us.”

you stared at her, the disbelief slowly morphing into frustration. “mina, i’m not going to sit around and pretend everything’s fine. i have responsibilities—”

“and i don’t?” she snapped, her voice rising for the first time. “do you think i’m just sitting there, doing nothing, waiting for you to forgive me and fix everything?”

your jaw tightened, and you leaned back against the seat, looking away. “you don’t get to dictate where i go or what i do anymore.”

mina’s lips pressed into a thin line, her hands gripping her arms tightly, as though holding herself together. the tension between you was a thread pulled taut, ready to snap. the driver kept his eyes firmly on the road, his discomfort palpable.

hiro stirred, a soft murmur escaping his lips, and both of you froze. you leaned over instinctively, adjusting his blanket and smoothing his hair. the sight of him, so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos surrounding him, made your chest ache.

mina’s gaze softened for a fleeting second as she looked at hiro, but when her eyes met yours again, they were guarded. she turned back to the window, her reflection in the glass fractured and distant.

the van pulled up to your home, the large gates creaking open to reveal the sprawling driveway. you sighed, running a hand through your hair as the driver parked.

“we’re here,” the driver announced quietly, as though afraid to break the uneasy quiet.

you unbuckled hiro from his seat, cradling him in your arms as you stepped out into the cold once more. mina followed, her heels clicking against the pavement, her silence cutting deeper than any words could.

as you entered the penthouse, the warmth of the interior did little to thaw the frost between you. a soft light spilled into the hallway, and a familiar scent of lavender lingered in the air. you handed hiro off to the nanny that was newly hired, watching as his tiny form disappeared up the stairs, oblivious to the storm brewing below.

mina stood at the foot of the staircase, her arms crossed tightly, her gaze fixed on a point far away. you hesitated, your feet rooted to the floor, unsure whether to speak or retreat.

“this isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper but heavy with emotion.

“no,” you agreed, your voice quieter now. “but it’s what you've given me.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, as you both stood there, two people caught in the wreckage of something that was supposed to be unbreakable.

without another word, you turned toward your private office, leaving mina alone in the dimly lit hallway, her figure framed by the soft glow of the chandelier.

-----

you only stayed in the penthouse for one day before retreating back to your apartment, throwing yourself into work with a vengeance. the hours were long, the demands relentless, but that was exactly what you wanted. anything to avoid the haunting silence of home, or the accusing look in mina’s eyes. your wedding band, once a constant on your finger, was gone—discarded in a moment of anguish when the truth of mina’s betrayal had surfaced.

mina, however, still wore hers. the platinum band sat delicately on her finger, a cruel reminder of vows she’d broken but couldn’t bear to fully let go of. she twisted it absently as she sat in the empty penthouse, her figure small against the expanse of the leather couch. a half-empty glass of wine sat forgotten on the table, its contents staining the pristine white carpet beneath.

the quiet of the night was almost suffocating in its intensity. mina sat curled on the corner of the plush leather couch, her hand trembling as she traced the rim of the wine glass. she wasn’t much of a drinker—her tolerance was abysmal—but the silence of the penthouse felt unbearable, gnawing at the edges of her sanity. the normally pristine space felt cavernous and cold, its emptiness amplified by the absence of you.

her eyes lingered on the wedding portrait above the fireplace. she’d chosen the spot carefully, making sure it would be the first thing anyone saw upon entering the room. now, it mocked her—the image of happier times, of promises she had shattered with her own hands. the weight of it was too much, and she set the glass down abruptly, spilling a few crimson drops onto the white carpet. she didn’t care.

meanwhile, you lay sprawled across the bed in your dimly lit apartment. the air conditioning hummed faintly, a poor companion to the storm raging inside your chest. your face was buried in your hands, shoulders trembling as you tried to keep the sobs silent, even though no one else was there. your body shook with every shuddering breath, the effort to contain your grief only making it more suffocating.

“get it together,” you muttered to yourself, voice hoarse. but the words held no weight. tears slid between your fingers, falling onto the rumpled sheets below. you’d been strong for so long, keeping everything bottled up, but now, in the privacy of your empty room, the dam had broken.

back in the penthouse, mina’s hand shook as she reached for her phone. she wanted to call you, to hear your voice, even if it was laced with the anger and hurt she’d caused. but the fear of your rejection froze her in place. instead, she opened the photo gallery on her phone. picture after picture of the life you had built together stared back at her. your wedding day, family vacations, candid moments with hiro. they felt like memories of a life that belonged to someone else.

she pressed her hand to her mouth, a choked sob escaping despite her best efforts. the wine had dulled her edges, and the loneliness made her raw.

at your apartment, you sat up abruptly, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. the absence of your wedding band felt like a phantom limb—its absence more painful than its presence had ever been. you stared at the empty space on your finger for a long moment before pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them like a shield.

the two of you were only miles apart, yet your pain was mirrored—different expressions of the same unbearable weight. the night stretched on, each passing second carving deeper into the silence.

and in both of your rooms, the same portrait hung on the wall: a smiling family, a love that once seemed unbreakable, now a ghost of what it used to be. the frame was steady, unchanging, even as the people within it crumbled under the weight of their choices and regrets. ------

mina’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles whitening as she stared ahead, the lights of the city blurring past the windshield. she’d driven aimlessly for what felt like hours, trying to summon the courage to face you. every time she thought she could, the memory of your empty gaze and clipped words stopped her cold.

“just let me work, mina.”

those words played on a loop in her mind, a reminder of the distance she’d created—a chasm that seemed insurmountable. but tonight, she couldn’t bear it anymore. the weight of your absence had become too much.

she found herself parked outside your office building. it was late, but she knew you—knew you would still be inside, drowning yourself in work. the sight of your car in the lot confirmed it. her chest tightened as she stepped out into the cold, the crisp air biting at her skin.

when she reached your office, the faint glow from under the door told her you were still awake. she hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. for a moment, she considered walking away, sparing herself the humiliation of your rejection. but the thought of losing you completely pushed her forward.

she knocked softly.

a pause. then your voice, muffled but clear: “come in.”

mina stepped inside, her breath hitching as she saw you. you were slouched at your desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, and hair disheveled. papers were strewn across the surface, but it was the deep circles under your eyes that hit her the hardest. you looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally drained in a way she’d never seen before.

“mina,” you said, your tone flat as you leaned back in your chair. “what are you doing here?”

she closed the door behind her, her fingers trembling. “i… i needed to see you.”

you didn’t respond, your gaze shifting back to the papers on your desk. the dismissal stung, but she pressed on, stepping closer.

“please, just listen to me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “just for a moment.”

you sighed, pushing back from the desk as you stood. the movement startled her, and she stepped back instinctively. “mina, it’s late. i have work to do.”

“and i have things to say,” she shot back, surprising both you and herself with the force of her words. “i know i’ve… hurt you. more than i can ever make up for. but i can’t keep…” her voice faltered, and she clenched her fists at her sides. “i can’t keep pretending i’m okay with this distance. with you not being home. with us being strangers.”

your jaw tightened, and you turned toward the door, your silence heavier than any words you could have spoken. mina panicked, her hand darting out to grab your arm. the contact made you freeze, but you didn’t turn to face her.

“don’t go,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “please. i’m sorry.”

you pulled your arm away gently but firmly, your eyes still avoiding hers. “mina, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“harder?” her voice broke, tears streaming down her face. “it’s already unbearable, don’t you see that? i can’t—”

“stop,” you interrupted, your tone sharper than you intended. your own emotions were threatening to surface, and you couldn’t let them. “mina, don’t make me fall in love with you more. please.”

her breath hitched, her grip on your arm tightening as if she feared letting go would mean losing you forever. “i’m sorry,” she whispered again, her words tumbling out in desperation. “i’m so, so sorry. i know i don’t deserve another chance, but i can’t… i can’t let you go.”

you finally looked at her, your own eyes glistening with unshed tears. her broken state mirrored your own, but the weight of her actions still loomed between you.

“mina,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “you already did.”

her knees buckled, and she leaned closer to you, clutching the fabric of your sleeve like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “please,” she begged, her sobs wracking her body. “don’t leave me like this. i’ll do anything. just tell me what to do.”

you looked down at her, your heart aching with a mix of love, anger, and devastation. her once-elegant composure was completely shattered, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to touch her.

“i don’t know if i can do this,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible.

a beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating, before you gently pulled away from her grasp. turning toward the door, you left without another word, the sound of her broken sobs echoing in your mind long after you were gone. -----

the neon lights of the bar cast a hazy glow over the bustling scene, the music thrumming in your chest as you leaned back against the worn leather of the booth, a drink cradled loosely in your hand. chaeyoung’s laughter echoed from the center of the room, where she was surrounded by friends, her birthday celebration in full swing. despite the noise and cheer, you felt adrift, your gaze fixed on the amber liquid in your glass, swirling it absently.

but it wasn’t just the drink occupying your mind. across the room, mina’s silhouette caught your attention. she was talking to a man, her expression relaxed, her laugh effortless. it was as if the vulnerability she’d shown you had been a distant dream. your chest tightened, the sight of her so at ease with someone else twisting the knife that had already been lodged there.

you took another sip, the alcohol doing little to dull the sting. just as you contemplated leaving, a familiar voice broke through your haze.

“well, isn’t this a surprise,” nayeon said, sliding into the booth across from you. her sharp eyes quickly assessed you before glancing toward where your gaze had been fixed. “ah, i see. drinking alone while your wife mingles. classic.”

you frowned, setting your glass down. “it’s not what it looks like,” you muttered, though even you weren’t sure what it was.

nayeon’s grin widened as she signaled the bartender. “no judgment here. let’s just say you look like you could use another drink.” she ordered a round of shots, her energy a stark contrast to your somber mood. when the glasses arrived, she pushed one toward you. “here’s to… whatever this mess is.”

you clinked glasses with her reluctantly, downing the shot in one go. the burn was sharp, momentarily distracting you from the scene across the room. nayeon followed suit, her laughter unguarded as she set the glass down with a thud.

“so,” she started, leaning forward with a conspiratorial smirk. “what’s eating you tonight? don’t tell me you’re pining.”

you stiffened, but before you could respond, her gaze shifted, and her teasing demeanor faltered. she’d caught sight of mina, whose own gaze was locked on the two of you. nayeon raised an eyebrow, her smile returning. “well, this just got interesting.”

mina’s expression was unreadable as she turned back to her conversation, though the tension in her shoulders was evident. nayeon didn’t seem to notice—or maybe she didn’t care. she leaned in closer to you, her perfume a mix of something floral and heady. “let’s make her jealous. might be fun.”

“nayeon, don’t,” you warned, your voice low, but she only laughed, brushing it off.

“oh, come on. you need to loosen up.” she poured another shot and pushed it toward you. “maybe it’ll help you stop staring at her.”

you hesitated but eventually took the shot, the liquid heat coursing through you. nayeon, on the other hand, was clearly starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. her laughter grew louder, her movements looser, and her words less filtered.

“you know,” she drawled, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at you. “your name’s too long. can i call you mine?”

you froze, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “what?”

nayeon leaned closer, her lips quirking up into a flirtatious smile. “you heard me. mine. has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

before you could process her words, a shadow fell over the table. you turned to find mina standing there, her eyes blazing as she looked between you and nayeon.

“that’s enough,” mina said, her voice icy as she placed a firm hand on nayeon’s shoulder. “they're not yours.”

nayeon blinked up at her, surprised but not entirely displeased. “oh? and who do they belong to, then?”

mina’s gaze snapped to yours, her expression softening for the briefest moment before hardening again. “mine.” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

nayeon raised her hands in mock surrender, sliding out of the booth. “well, that’s my cue. have fun.” she shot you a wink before sauntering off, leaving you alone with mina.

mina sat down beside you, her presence overwhelming. you could feel the tension radiating off her as she turned to face you. “we need to talk.” -----

the night air was heavy, the quiet hum of the car engine the only sound as you gripped the steering wheel tightly, your jaw set in a firm line. the smell of alcohol lingered, and every so often, a hiccup or slurred word broke through the silence. mina sat in the passenger seat, head lolling against the window, her makeup smudged and her usually pristine appearance completely undone.

"you’re so mean," she muttered, her words barely coherent. her fingers fumbled with the edge of her dress, and she turned her head toward you, her glassy eyes filled with a sadness that only seemed to amplify in her drunken state. "you used to smile at me, you know? now… now you just look through me. like i’m nothing."

you sighed, your grip on the wheel tightening as her words dug into you. "mina, just sit back and stay quiet. you’re drunk."

"drunk?" she repeated, laughing bitterly. "yeah, i’m drunk. drunk on how much i miss you. does that count?"

her words were slurred but hit with surprising precision, each one slicing through the barriers you’d tried so hard to build. you kept your eyes on the road, ignoring the sting in your chest.

"stop talking," you muttered, your voice low and strained. "we’re almost home."

she didn’t listen, of course. "home," she whispered, the word catching in her throat. "does it even feel like home to you anymore? ‘cause to me, it’s just… empty. it’s just walls and furniture without you."

you pressed your lips into a thin line, refusing to respond. she let out a soft, broken laugh, slumping further into her seat.

when you finally pulled up to the penthouse, you turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, your hands still gripping the wheel. mina didn’t move, her head resting against the window as silent tears streaked her face.

"come on," you said quietly, opening your door and walking over to her side. you helped her out, her body leaning heavily against yours as you guided her to the elevator.

she stumbled, nearly tripping over her own feet, and you sighed, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. "why do you do this to yourself?" you muttered, half to her and half to yourself.

"because," she slurred, leaning her head against your shoulder. "it’s the only way i can forget. forget how much i messed up. forget how much i still…" her voice cracked, and she fell silent.

when you reached the penthouse, you led her inside, the familiar scent of the place making your chest tighten. the space felt suffocating, every corner filled with memories you didn’t want to confront. you helped her to the bedroom, easing her down onto the bed. she grabbed your wrist before you could pull away, her grip surprisingly strong.

"don’t go," she whispered, her voice raw. "please. just… just stay."

you froze, the vulnerability in her voice making it impossible to move. "mina, you need to sleep this off. we’ll talk tomorrow."

she shook her head, her tears falling freely now. "no. no, we won’t. because you’ll just leave again. you always leave."

her words shattered something inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned on the wall. she clung to you, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

her breath hitched, and she collapsed onto the bed sitting down, clutching at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping her grounded. "you were enough," she sobbed. "you’ve always been enough. i was the one who wasn’t. i was weak, and i was stupid, and i don’t deserve you. but please, please don’t leave me."

you closed your eyes, holding back tears. "you already left me the moment you let someone else touch you," you said, your voice breaking

mina let out a choked sob, falling to her knees in front of you. she grasped at your hands, her tears falling onto your skin as she looked up at you, her face a mess of desperation and regret. "i’m begging you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "don’t say that. don’t give up on us. i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you."

you stared down at her, your heart breaking at the sight. this wasn’t the composed, elegant woman you married. this was someone who had been utterly unraveled, stripped of every bit of pride and poise.

"mina," you whispered, your voice trembling. "i don’t know if i can do this. i don’t know if i can survive loving you and hating you at the same time."

"it wasn’t supposed to matter," mina whispered, still on her knees in front of you, her hands trembling as they reached for yours again. "it happened so long ago—before we even had hiro. i was stupid, and it was during those early months when everything felt... uncertain."

you stood frozen, her words sinking in, but instead of clarifying things, they only added fuel to the storm swirling inside you. "uncertain?" you echoed, your voice sharp, bitter. "i was uncertain too but i never did that to you. what were you even uncertain about?"

mina flinched but didn’t break eye contact, tears streaming freely down her face. "about myself," she admitted, her voice raw. "about whether i could be the person you needed me to be. and i failed. i made the worst mistake of my life. but i swear to you, i haven’t been with anyone else since. you’ve kept me grounded—you’re the only thing that’s kept me sane."

you laughed, but it was hollow, broken. "grounded?" you repeated, shaking your head. "why should i believe that, mina? why should i believe anything you say when you’ve already shown me how easy it is for you to betray me?"

her face crumpled at your words, and for a moment, you thought she might shatter completely. but then, she looked up at you, her dark eyes wide and desperate, and she said something that made the air in the room feel impossibly heavy.

"because i’ll prove it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "i’ll transfer everything—every cent of my wealth, every asset, every share in my company. i’ll sign it all over to you. if that’s what it takes to make you believe me, then i’ll do it."

your breath caught in your throat, the sheer weight of her words leaving you stunned. "what?" you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

mina pushed herself to her feet, her movements shaky, her hands clutching at your arms like you were the only thing keeping her upright. "you said i don’t understand what it means to fix this. but i do. i know it’s about trust, and i know i have to earn that back. but if this is the only way to show you how serious i am—how much you mean to me—then i’ll do it."

you stared at her, your mind reeling. "mina, that’s—do you even hear yourself? why would you do that? why would you give up everything?"

"because none of it matters," she said, her voice breaking. "the money, the power, the name—it’s nothing without you. you’re the one who keeps me grounded. you’re the only thing that’s ever felt real in my life. if giving it all up means keeping you, then so be it."

you staggered back, her words hitting you like a tidal wave. this was the same woman who had built empires, who moved through the world with an elegance and confidence that left everyone in awe. and here she was, willing to tear it all down just to keep you.

"mina..." you whispered, your voice faltering. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process the sheer enormity of what she was offering.

she stepped closer, her eyes locked onto yours, pleading. "please," she whispered. "don’t walk away from this—from us. i’ll do anything to prove to you that i’m worth another chance."

you sank into the nearest chair, your legs no longer able to hold you up. your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions—anger, heartbreak, disbelief, and something you couldn’t quite name.

"do you even understand what you’re saying?" you asked, your voice shaky. "if you give everything to me, you lose your leverage, your status. you’re the one who’s supposed to benefit from this marriage, mina—not me. i’m... i’m nothing compared to you."

"don’t say that," she said firmly, kneeling in front of you again, her hands clasped together like she was praying. "you’re everything to me. i didn’t marry you for leverage or status. i married you because i love you. and i was too much of a fool to see how much i was risking until i almost lost it all."

you looked down at her, your heart breaking all over again. her once-composed, elegant persona was completely gone, replaced by someone stripped raw, utterly vulnerable. this wasn’t the mina the world saw—the untouchable heiress, the queen of control. this was the woman who had made a terrible mistake and was now begging for the chance to make it right.

but even as her words pierced through the walls you’d built around your heart, the pain lingered, heavy and suffocating.

"mina," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "i don’t know if i can do this. i don’t know if i can forgive you."

"then don’t," she said quickly, her voice trembling but determined. "don’t forgive me—not yet. just... let me try. let me stay by your side. let me prove to you that i can be the person you deserve."

you closed your eyes, your head falling into your hands as her words echoed in your mind. part of you wanted to believe her, to take her hand and let her pull you out of the darkness. but the other part—the part still reeling from the betrayal—kept you frozen in place.

"i don’t know if it’s that simple," you said, your voice barely audible.

"it’s not," mina agreed, her voice breaking again. "but please, just give me the chance to make it right. give me the chance to show you that we’re worth fighting for."

you didn’t respond, too overwhelmed to speak. the room was silent except for the sound of her quiet sobs and the distant hum of the city outside.

and for the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as ready to give up on her as you thought. -----

you didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself back home. maybe it was the weight of hiro’s tiny hands reaching out for something familiar, or the quiet way your chest ached when you passed the empty penthouse in the city skyline. you’d only been gone a few days, but you hated to admit how much you missed the place—and her.

so, here you were, standing at the base of the stairs in matching pajamas mina must’ve sneakily packed in hiro’s bag. your first morning back, the air was light yet unfamiliar, filled with the quiet possibility of something new.

the sound of faint clattering came from the kitchen. it wasn’t a noise you associated with mina—she wasn’t the type to cook. but as you stepped closer, curiosity getting the better of you, the sight before you made your jaw drop.

mina was there, standing in front of the stove, her hair tied up in a messy bun. she wore the same silly pajama set as you, except her sleeves were rolled up awkwardly, and there was flour smudged on her cheek. the smell of kimchi jjigae filled the air, warm and nostalgic, and for a second, you wondered if you were still dreaming.

“what… what are you doing?” you finally asked, breaking the spell.

she startled, spinning around with wide eyes, a spatula in her hand. “oh! you’re awake!” she smiled nervously, and you noticed a slight blush creeping up her neck. “i’m cooking breakfast.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing around at the chaos of ingredients strewn across the counters. “you do know we have private chefs for this, right?”

“i know,” she said quickly, fiddling with her spatula. “but… i wanted to make it myself. for you. and hiro.”

the way she said it—so soft, so tentative—made something stir in your chest. but you pushed it down, choosing instead to pick up hiro from his baby chair and set him down safely nearby.

“what’s all this supposed to be?” you asked, moving to the counter and grabbing a knife.

“your favorite,” mina said quietly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. “kimchi jjigae.”

you blinked at her, caught off guard by the admission. “you remember that?”

she nodded, her lips curving into a small, almost bashful smile. “of course i do.”

the room felt oddly still for a moment, the weight of her words lingering between you. shaking off the strange warmth creeping into your chest, you focused on chopping vegetables.

but in your distraction, the knife slipped, nicking your finger.

“ah—” you hissed, pulling your hand back as a bead of blood appeared. before you could even react, mina was by your side, grabbing your wrist with both hands.

“yah! are you okay?!” she asked, her voice frantic as she dragged you to the sink.

“it’s just a small cut,” you muttered, embarrassed at her overreaction.

“small cut? do you want it to get infected?” she scolded, her brows furrowed in genuine worry as she rinsed the wound under the tap.

you watched her fuss over you, her lips pursed and her movements precise. it was such a familiar sight that it tugged at something buried deep inside you. you couldn’t help but stare at her, noticing the way her nose scrunched in concentration, or how her cheeks were still dusted with flour.

when she finally looked up, her concern turned into hesitation. “sorry,” she mumbled, stepping back as if realizing she was being too much. “i didn’t mean to—”

“yah,” you interrupted, your tone soft. “you’re my wife. aren’t you supposed to take care of me?”

mina froze, her eyes wide and her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “i—I mean—yes, of course!” she stammered before scrambling to find the first aid kit.

you bit back a laugh, watching her flustered movements. when she returned, she knelt down beside you, her hands trembling slightly as she patched up your finger.

“there,” she said softly, tying the bandage neatly.

“you’re getting better at this,” you teased, unable to resist.

mina pouted, crossing her arms. “yah, you try cooking and dealing with your clumsy self at the same time.”

you grinned, a chuckle escaping your lips. “well, i wasn’t the one who decided to make breakfast from scratch.”

“i wanted it to be special,” she admitted, her voice quiet but sincere.

your chest tightened at her words, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out to brush the flour off her cheek. mina’s eyes widened, and you quickly pulled your hand back, clearing your throat.

“don’t burn the food,” you said, turning toward the stove.

mina blinked before rushing to turn off the heat. “oh! the jjigae!” she yelped, her panicked expression making you laugh out loud.

hiro giggled from his chair, clapping his tiny hands as if he understood the humor of the moment.

you shook your head, rolling up your sleeves and moving to help her. “come on, let’s finish this before we starve,” you said, grabbing the spatula from her.

side by side, the two of you worked together in the kitchen, your movements clumsy but strangely synchronized. for the first time in a long time, the penthouse felt warm—not just from the food, but from something deeper.

as you set the table and watched mina playfully feed hiro a tiny spoonful of broth, you caught yourself smiling. maybe, just maybe, you thought, this could work.

but, of course, that only happens in happy stories.

-----

you didn’t know how it happened, but somehow, you found yourself sitting on the couch in the dim glow of the city skyline, a half-empty glass in your hand and a storm raging in your head. work was a blur, the alcohol wasn’t helping, and the faint ache of exhaustion was settling deep in your bones.

the quiet was shattered by the soft footsteps against the hardwood floor, followed by the sharp flick of the light switch.

“you're good at avoiding stuff.”

her voice was low, smooth, and unhurried. you didn’t need to turn to know it was mina. the faint scent of her perfume reached you before she did, intoxicating and inescapable.

“i’ve been working,” you replied curtly, your gaze fixed on the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

she stepped closer, the sound of her footsteps deliberate, echoing in the silence. “at this hour?” she asked, her tone carrying a dangerous edge.

you didn’t answer, your silence an act of defiance—or perhaps exhaustion.

“you look gorgeous,” she said suddenly, her voice soft yet commanding, as if she was stating an undeniable fact.

you froze, the words catching you off guard. you glanced at her briefly, only to regret it instantly. she was standing there in a black silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing just enough to make your thoughts falter. her hair was a cascade of dark waves, her gaze sharp and unyielding.

you quickly looked away, feeling the warmth of the alcohol creeping up your neck. “don’t say things like that,” you muttered, trying to steady yourself.

“why not?” she asked, stepping closer until she was standing directly in front of you.

“mina, just—”

“you’ve been drinking,” she observed, cutting you off. her eyes flicked to the glass in your hand before meeting yours again. “and thinking. i can tell.”

you sighed, leaning back against the couch. “why are you doing this?” you asked quietly, the words heavy with frustration. “why are you trying so hard now? do you think i’ve forgotten? sometimes i still see him. i still hear his voice.”

her expression didn’t waver, but something darker flickered in her eyes. “bambam?” she asked, her tone calm, almost unnervingly so.

you nodded, gripping your glass tighter.

she crouched down in front of you, her movements slow and deliberate. “he’s gone,” she said softly, her voice a mix of assurance and finality.

you blinked, your brows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

she tilted her head, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “he won’t bother us anymore,” she said simply.

“mina, what did you—”

“do you trust me?” she interrupted, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

you hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in.

“i’ll make this simple,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned closer. “you’re mine. and i’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”

your breath hitched as she placed a hand on your thigh, her grip firm and unyielding.

“if i fail again, everything i have—my wealth, my power, my name—it’s yours,” she said, her voice laced with both vulnerability and menace. “but let me make one thing clear.”

her fingers traced a slow, deliberate line up your jaw, forcing you to look at her. her smile softened, but her eyes were anything but gentle.

“if you ever think about betraying me, if you ever look at someone else—” her smile widened, almost playful, but her voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine, “you’ll regret it.”

“mina—”

“shh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to your lips. “you think i’d let that happen? with this kind of face, you have time to look at someone else?”

her laugh was soft, almost musical, but there was a razor-sharp edge to it. “i’ll make sure you never even think about it,” she said, her tone sweet yet chilling.

she climbed onto your lap with practiced grace, her robe slipping slightly, exposing more of her skin. “do you know why, darling?” she asked, her hands cupping your face.

you swallowed hard, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

“because you’re mine,” she said softly, her lips brushing against your ear. “every part of you—your heart, your body, your soul—it belongs to me. till death do us part.”

her fingers tightened slightly, her nails grazing your skin as her smile turned almost feral. “you’ll stay by my side, and i’ll make sure you never want to leave.”

you were trapped in her gaze, a mix of fear and desire pooling in your chest. and as her lips finally met yours, her kiss was both a promise and a warning, leaving you breathless and utterly consumed. -----

you didn’t know what you expected to find when you stepped into the penthouse parking lot, but it certainly wasn’t this.

five sleek, pristine ferraris stood in a perfect row under the soft fluorescent lights, their curves gleaming like a scene ripped straight out of a luxury car commercial. and there, standing awkwardly in front of them, was dahyun, bowing deeply, her professional demeanor strained with urgency.

“i sincerely apologize for the delay,” she said quickly, straightening up but keeping her head slightly bowed. “president myoui gave strict orders for these to arrive before you returned. we miscalculated the delivery schedule, and—”

you blinked, holding up a hand. “wait, wait—hold on.” you gestured vaguely at the cars, your heart racing faster than you’d ever admit. “are these… for me?”

dahyun nodded, a polite smile tugging at her lips. “yes. president myoui insisted on options to suit your taste.”

“options,” you repeated dumbly, staring at the cars like they might vanish if you blinked too hard.

the surrealness of the moment hit you all at once. the smell of expensive leather, the shimmer of custom paint jobs, and the quiet hum of dahyun’s professionalism—it was ridiculous, absurd, and so mina that you couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips.

“this is insane,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair before laughing to yourself. you turned back to dahyun, who seemed amused by your reaction despite her formality. “okay, seriously, is this a prank?”

“not at all,” she assured you, bowing again. “please enjoy.”

you nodded, still grinning like an idiot, and immediately pulled out your phone. your fingers shook slightly as you dialed mina, the excitement bubbling over like you were calling someone for the first time.

she answered on the second ring, her voice smooth and cool as ever. “yes?”

“mina,” you blurted out, pacing in front of the cars, “did you—” you gestured wildly at the line-up, even though she couldn’t see you. “did you send me five ferraris?”

there was a pause, and you swore you could hear the faintest hint of amusement in her voice when she replied, “is that a problem?”

“a problem?!” you exclaimed, laughing. “who just—who sends five ferraris to their spouse like it’s nothing?!”

“you said you liked it, it was your dream car.” she said simply, her tone feigning indifference.

“i said i liked cars, not that i needed my own showroom,” you shot back, still laughing.

“do you like them?” she asked, her voice softening ever so slightly.

you stopped pacing, your grin fading into something more genuine. “yeah,” you said quietly. “i love them.”

“good,” she replied, the single word carrying a warmth you weren’t used to hearing from her. “i have to go. let me know if you need anything else.”

before you could respond, the line went dead, and you stared at your phone for a moment, the reality of her gesture settling over you.

meanwhile, at her office, mina leaned back in her chair, a rare smile tugging at her lips as she added another note to her packed schedule: buy gift personally.

it was unusual for her. she rarely handled gifts herself, preferring to delegate such tasks. but for you, she wanted it to be perfect.

you were worth the effort. -----

the evening started innocently enough, with you saying yes to a night out with mina, despite the nagging doubts at the back of your mind.

it wasn’t a lavish affair, not by her usual standards at least. she picked you up at your work at seven, dressed in a simple black dress, her makeup subtle but enough to highlight the sharp lines of her face. "you look good," she said, her tone casual, but the way her eyes lingered on you betrayed the her. you, in turn, felt a tinge of heat rise to your cheeks, muttering something about how she wasn’t so bad herself.

it started with dinner at a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet alley. mina insisted she’d found it herself, which made you raise an eyebrow in disbelief. she laughed at your skepticism, pointing out that even she wasn’t above googling "romantic spots for two." the food was exquisite, but what stood out more was the atmosphere between you both. it wasn’t strained anymore. you weren’t tiptoeing around each other like you used to. there were shared smiles, quiet laughter, and even a playful argument over the last piece of grilled meat that ended with her sliding it onto your plate.

"you need it more," she teased. "you’ve been working too much."

"look who’s talking," you retorted, earning a soft chuckle from her.

next was an impromptu stroll through the park. mina slipped her arm through yours as you walked under the glow of fairy lights strung between the trees. she talked about hiro, about how he’d started mimicking some of your mannerisms. "he even tries to furrow his brows like you do when you’re concentrating," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "it’s adorable."

it felt… normal. like how things might’ve been if everything hadn’t gone wrong before. you found yourself smiling more, laughing at her little quips, and even teasing her back when she stumbled slightly on the uneven path. "elegant as always," you commented, earning a playful shove from her.

"watch it," she said, her tone light, though the corners of her mouth twitched with the threat of a smile.

as you walked further, the two of you passed a small stall set up along the path. colorful trinkets and charms hung from strings, swaying gently in the breeze. mina paused, her eyes narrowing at the sign that read, 'lucky charms for a fortunate life!' she glanced at the items, her lips tugging into a skeptical pout.

"60k won for a clover leaf?" she muttered, crossing her arms. "what’s so special about it? did it grow on a mountaintop blessed by the heavens or something?"

you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, and the vendor, a cheerful older man, grinned at mina’s sharp tone. "it’s not just any clover," he said, holding one up like it was made of gold. "these are the four leafs of clover. they bring true luck, especially for love."

mina raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "true luck? or a lighter wallet?"

you leaned against a nearby post, trying to stifle your laughter as she continued her interrogation. "do people really buy these?" she asked, glancing at you briefly as if for backup.

"all the time," the vendor said, undeterred by her skepticism. "you’d be surprised how much people will pay for a little bit of luck."

mina sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "well, i’m not one of them." she turned to you, jabbing a finger in your direction. "and you’d better not be, either."

"wouldn’t dream of it," you said, still grinning.

as the two of you walked away, mina muttered under her breath about overpriced leaves, and you couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound spilling out into the crisp night air. moments like this—moments where her sharp wit clashed with your quiet amusement—felt like tiny pieces of the puzzle falling back into place.

"you’re insufferable," she said, but there was a softness in her voice, a warmth that melted into the cool evening.

"and yet, you love me," you teased, your voice light.

she looked at you then, her expression softening as she reached for your hand, her fingers lacing through yours. "yeah," she said quietly, her gaze steady. "i do."

later, you found yourselves parked along a quiet street, a convenience store’s neon sign glowing faintly in the distance. mina had insisted on buying ice cream, claiming it was the perfect end to the night. you stepped out of the car, glancing back at her briefly as she adjusted her seat, her figure illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. "don’t take too long," she teased, her voice laced with a playful warmth that tugged at your chest. you nodded, offering a faint smile before heading to the store, the cool evening air brushing against your skin.

when you came back, ice cream in hand, you froze.

a truck barreled down the street, its headlights cutting through the darkness like knives. it was heading straight for mina’s car.

time slowed as a cold dread seized your chest, each second dragging like an eternity. your voice ripped through the night, raw and desperate, as you screamed her name. the truck's headlights glared like accusing eyes, cutting through the dark before the devastating impact—the shattering of glass, the screech of twisting metal—obliterated the fragile calm of the evening. it wasn’t an accident; the way the truck veered directly into her car made it clear. the driver didn’t stop. instead, the truck sped off, its taillights vanishing into the darkness as if it had been waiting for this moment. the sound of metal crumpling, glass shattering—it was deafening. your legs moved before you could think, the ice cream dropping from your hands as you sprinted toward the wreckage.

"mina!" you yelled, desperation choking your voice. flames licked at the edges of the car, smoke billowing into the night sky. you reached the door, pulling at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. panic surged through you as you pounded on the window, the shards cutting into your fists. "mina, please!"

you didn’t care about the blood dripping from your hands or the sting of the glass embedded in your skin. all you could think about was her—trapped, hurt, or worse. "don’t do this," you muttered, tears blurring your vision as you slammed your fist against the window again. "don’t leave me."

and then, through the haze of smoke and panic, you heard a voice. "what are you doing?"

you turned, heart stopping for a moment before it kicked into overdrive. she was standing a few feet away, disheveled but alive. "mina," you whispered, your legs nearly giving out as you stumbled toward her. she caught you, her hands firm on your arms as she looked you over.

"you’re bleeding," she said, her voice laced with both concern and frustration. "why would you—"

"i thought you were in there," you interrupted, your voice breaking as you leaned your forehead against her shoulder. "i thought—"

she softened, her hands moving to cradle your face, tilting it up so you’d look at her. "i’m okay," she said gently, her thumbs brushing away the tears streaking your cheeks. "i was out before it happened. i’m fine."

but you weren’t. the weight of the moment slammed into you all at once, your legs giving out beneath you as you collapsed to your knees. your hands, slick with blood, trembled against the rough pavement, every shallow breath catching in your throat. the world around you blurred, the distant heat and crackle of flames fading into the background as the adrenaline drained away, leaving only the hollow ache of fear and relief. mina followed, kneeling in front of you and reaching for your hands. "let me see," she murmured, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her fingers.

she worked quickly, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapping it around your hand to stem the bleeding. "you’re an idiot," she said, her tone scolding but her touch impossibly gentle. "why would you do something so reckless?"

"because it’s you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. you looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the fear she was trying to mask. "i can’t lose you."

for a moment, she didn’t say anything. then, she reached up, cupping your cheek as she leaned in, her forehead resting against yours. "you won’t," she promised, her voice firm. "i’m not going anywhere."

the sound of distant sirens broke the moment, and mina stood, pulling you up with her. "come on," she said, her arm slipping around your waist to support you. "let’s get you cleaned up properly."

you let her lead you away, your mind still reeling from everything that had happened. but one thing was clear: she was still here. and for now, that was enough.

-----

the phone rang once, twice, before a voice finally emerged from the shadows, its tone low and distorted, like something lurking just out of sight.

"you know what happened, right?"

the words sliced through the air, sharp and unsettling, as though they weren’t meant to be heard, but still found their way to jennie’s ears. her lips curled into a thin, cold smile as she pressed the phone closer, her fingers tightening around it with a force that felt unnatural, as if she could crush the very pulse of the speaker through sheer will.

"yeah," she replied, voice laced with ice. "mina’s fine."

the silence that followed was suffocating, thick with the tension of something unsaid, something dangerous. jennie’s breath was calm, controlled, but her heartbeat—faint but insistent—pounded in her ears. her eyes, dark and unreadable, flickered toward the shadows that clung to the room like secrets, as if the walls themselves were closing in on her.

the voice, now frantic, pushed through the tension. "do you realize what you’ve done? you’ve nearly destroyed everything. she could’ve died, jennie."

jennie’s smile grew wider, colder, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. her voice was a whisper, like a predator speaking to its prey.

"so what? she’s still alive. that’s all that matters." her words dripped with something darker, something obsessive. there was no fear, no hesitation. only a need, a craving that twisted deep inside her chest.

another pause. a breath. then, the voice, now trembling with disbelief. "this isn’t just a mistake anymore. you’re playing with fire, and you know it."

jennie’s laugh was soft, almost too soft, like the rustle of leaves in the dead of night, unsettling in its quiet. "fire?" she mused, her voice turning heavier, each word infused with something chilling. "fire is what I’m made of." she let the silence stretch between them, letting her words settle into the air. "and fire... fire always consumes what it touches."

the voice faltered, perhaps realizing the magnitude of what jennie was saying. "you don’t understand—"

"oh, I understand," jennie interrupted, her voice cutting through the line like a blade, smooth and merciless. "I understand everything." she leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on something unseen, something distant—her thoughts dark and consuming. "I understand that nothing matters unless it’s mine. not mina. not anyone."

there was a shift in the room, as if the air itself had thickened, darkened, pressing in on her. jennie’s breath came a little quicker now, her voice lower, heavy with the weight of her obsession.

"she was always a means to an end," jennie continued, her words slipping out like a secret, something venomous and raw. "but you know... she was never the end." her fingers drummed against the arm of her chair, slow, deliberate, as if she were counting the seconds until everything fell apart.

"you’ll destroy yourself," the voice warned, the fear in it more evident now. "this isn’t just about her anymore. this is about you."

jennie’s eyes closed for a moment, as if savoring the weight of the words. when she opened them again, there was something darker there—a glimmer of madness, the edge of an obsession that had taken root in her soul. her next words were a whisper, a promise wrapped in a threat.

"no," she murmured. "it’s about getting them back."

the voice on the other end was silent, too scared to respond, but jennie didn’t need an answer. her obsession was too deep, too consuming to be stopped. she could feel it burning inside her, the desire, the need to reclaim what she thought she had lost.

her hand tightened around the phone, knuckles white. the shadows seemed to shift, closing in on her, but jennie didn’t care. she was already far beyond the point of no return. the game was no longer a game—it was a hunt.

and she wasn’t going to stop until she had what she wanted.

until they were hers again.

the line went dead, but the cold, lingering feeling of her presence remained, like a shadow following you in the dark, relentless and inescapable.

-----

the room was dim, the air heavy with the scent of lingering dinner and the faint trace of lavender from the bedside lamp. the soft hum of the night outside filtered through the window, but inside, there was only the quiet, steady rhythm of hiro’s breathing as he slept in the middle of the bed. his tiny form was a gentle presence, a reminder of everything you were fighting to keep safe. you sat on the edge of the bed, your bandaged hand cradled in your lap. the dull ache from the injury was sharp enough to feel, but it was the reminder of the chaos—the fear—that lingered most in your chest.

mina shifted beside you, her warmth a soft comfort as her gaze focused on you instead of hiro. "how’s your hand?" she asked, her voice soft, the concern in it enough to make your heart ache in return.

"it hurts," you replied, your voice low, barely audible, as if you were still trapped in the moment of panic from earlier. you didn’t meet her eyes. the fear was still there, curling around your throat, tightening it.

she sighed, her voice gentle yet tinged with something like exasperation. "you’re a lunatic, you know that?" she said, leaning forward slightly, her fingers brushing against your hand with careful tenderness, mindful of the bandages. "trying to break into the car like that—it could’ve exploded. do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

you finally met her gaze, eyes wide and vulnerable in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. "i thought you were in there," you whispered, the words heavy with the weight of the truth you’d been too afraid to voice. "i thought i was going to lose you."

her expression softened instantly, the sharp edge of her frustration melting away. she reached out, her fingers threading through your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear in a gesture that was both gentle and possessive. "why would you even think that?" she murmured, her voice now laced with tenderness. "i got out before it happened."

"why did you leave the car?" you asked, your voice trembling just a little. "how did you get out?"

there was a brief pause, and then mina glanced down, almost shy. she laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "i went back to that little stand we passed earlier. the one selling lucky charms," she said, her tone playful, like she was admitting a secret. "i saw a four-leaf clover, and... well, i didn’t want to risk it, you know? i thought maybe it could bring us some luck." she gave you a sidelong glance, almost sheepish. "i wanted to surprise you with it."

you blinked, disbelieving. "a lucky charm?"

"yes," she said, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "it worked, didn’t it? maybe it really is lucky."

the relief washed over you in waves, but the tension still coiled in your chest. you couldn’t help but mutter, "don’t do that again. don’t leave without telling me."

mina moved closer then, her face softening as she studied your features with a look that seemed to search for something deeper than just a response. her lips curved into that teasing smirk, but there was something warm and reassuring in her gaze. "you were so scared," she said, her voice light, but there was a deeper affection hidden in the teasing. "would you really lose it if i was gone?"

without a second of hesitation, you answered. "yes."

the smile faltered for just a moment, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable, before she lowered her gaze to hiro, her fingers brushing over his tiny hand. "if i was gone, who would take care of you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "would you... find someone else?"

the question hit you like a stone, a weight so heavy you couldn’t speak. your heart thudded painfully in your chest, your mouth dry, and all you could do was stare at her, speechless.

when you didn’t respond, she gave a shaky laugh, the sound fragile in the quiet room. "you’d better not," she said, her tone light but with an edge, like she was trying to mask the vulnerability in her words. "i’d be rolling in my grave if you did."

"mina—" you started, but she cut you off, her eyes sharp and insistent.

"i’m serious," she said, her gaze locking onto yours, fierce despite the softness. "you’re mine, you hear me? no one else."

your throat tightened as you nodded, the words barely escaping your lips. "i hear you."

mina smiled then, and it was different—soft, sure, and reassuring. she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering just a moment longer than usual, the warmth of her touch grounding you in the moment.

"good," she murmured against your skin. "because i’m not planning on going anywhere."

you exhaled shakily, reaching for her hand, your fingers trembling just slightly. "don’t," you whispered, your voice breaking. "don’t ever leave me."

her fingers tightened around yours, the strength in her grip a promise. "i won’t," she said, her voice steady, unwavering. "not now. not ever."

later, after the night had settled and the quiet of the room wrapped around you both, mina reached for something from the bedside table. you barely noticed it at first, too focused on the comfort of her hand in yours. but then she pulled out a small, secured charm—a four-leaf clover, encased in a delicate, ornate keychain. it was the one she’d bought that day. her eyes softened as she held it up for you to see. "i know it sounds silly," she said quietly, almost to herself, "but… i figured we could use all the luck we can get."

you looked at her then, your heart swelling with something fierce and protective. she wasn’t just holding onto a lucky charm. she was holding onto you, to the promise of things yet to come. and in that moment, the world outside the room didn’t seem so scary anymore.

"i’ll keep it," you whispered, your fingers brushing over the charm. "always." ------

the quiet of your private office felt almost suffocating, the stillness pressing against your chest as you sat at your desk. the soft, golden glow of the lamp illuminated the surface, casting long shadows across the room.

your gaze fell to the small object in your hand—a pressed four-leaf clover encased in a delicate glass frame, you turned it over slowly, the faintest hint of mina’s perfume lingering on it.

she had given it to you last night, her fingers brushing yours as she pressed it into your palm. “i figured we could use all the luck we can get." she’d said, her voice so uncharacteristically tender that it lingered in your mind, more than the charm itself.

your lips pressed into a thin line as you placed the clover on the open notebook in front of you. the pages, worn but well-kept, bore the weight of thoughts, memories, and fleeting moments you couldn’t let slip into the void.

your fingers hesitated over the clover for a moment before you gently folded the notebook closed, the charm now hidden within its pages.

you stood slowly, moving across the room to the safe tucked discreetly behind a cabinet. the keypad beeped softly as you entered the code, the lock clicking open with a muted finality.

carefully, you placed the notebook inside, setting it in its usual place amidst unassuming files and folders. as you closed the safe, the heavy thud of the door sent a faint echo through the room.

you stood there for a moment longer, staring at the locked safe as if you could see through the metal, as if the notebook was calling to you, tugging at the edges of your mind.

it wasn’t the notebook itself that weighed on you—it was what it held.

your chest tightened, and you let out a quiet breath, running a hand through your hair. this wasn’t just any night, and the clover wasn’t just a gift. somehow, it felt like a message, though you weren’t entirely sure of its meaning yet.

but for now, the notebook—and whatever truths it held—would stay hidden, locked away until the time was right.

“are you still in there?”

mina’s voice broke the silence, smooth and steady but carrying a faint edge of curiosity. her footsteps were soft against the hardwood, drawing closer.

your pulse quickened as you turned off the desk lamp, plunging the room into darkness. quickly, you shut the safe, twisting the dial to ensure it was locked tight.

“just finishing something,” you called out, your voice calm despite the unease curling in your chest.

the door creaked open slightly, and you could see her silhouette framed by the faint light from the hallway. her gaze flickered to you, sharp and unreadable, before she tilted her head.

“come to bed,” she said simply, her tone carrying no room for argument.

you nodded, brushing your fingers over the edge of the desk one last time before stepping away. as you walked toward her, you cast a glance over your shoulder at the closed safe, its secrets now buried once more.

mina’s hand found yours as you stepped out of the room, her touch grounding you in the present even as your thoughts lingered on what the future might hold. some things weren’t meant to stay hidden forever—but tonight, at least, they would remain a mystery.

-----

the amusement park was alive with vibrant colors and the shrill laughter of children. hiro clung to your hand as you walked toward the gates, his little legs moving with newfound confidence. "slow down, buddy," you chuckled, though you couldn’t hide the proud smile on your face.

"he’s been practicing," mina said softly, her tone warm as she watched hiro toddle beside you. she adjusted the strap of the backpack she carried, the sight of her dressed casually in jeans and sneakers a rare treat.

"pah-k," hiro said, pointing excitedly toward the carousel near the entrance. his words were still a little clumsy, but his excitement was unmistakable.

"park, that’s right," you encouraged, your heart swelling at his progress.

the three of you started with the carousel. mina held hiro steady on one of the painted horses, her hand never leaving his back as the ride began to spin. his laughter rang out, pure and unrestrained, and you couldn’t help but snap a few photos. mina glanced at you, her expression softening when she caught you grinning at them.

"what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"nothing," you said, lowering the camera. "you just look... happy."

"well," she replied, turning back to hiro, "i am."

the day unfolded in a series of simple joys: hiro’s delighted squeals on the kiddie rides, the way he clutched a balloon animal almost as big as he was, and the rare but genuine laughs that escaped mina whenever hiro did something particularly adorable—like trying to feed her a bite of his ice cream and smearing it all over her face instead.

at one point, you found yourselves in front of a photo booth. "should we?" you asked, holding hiro’s hand as he tugged at your leg, clearly curious about the colorful backdrop.

mina hesitated but then nodded. "why not?"

the three of you crammed into the tiny space, hiro perched on your lap. the first photo was a simple smile, but by the second, hiro had grabbed mina’s sunglasses and placed them crookedly on his head. the final shot captured all three of you laughing, hiro’s little hands reaching up to touch mina’s face.

"this one’s going on the fridge," you said, holding the photo strip like it was a treasure.

the day ended with hiro fast asleep in his stroller, his tiny fingers clutching the edge of his blanket. the faint glow of the setting sun bathed the park in warm hues, casting long shadows on the pavement. you and mina walked side by side, the soft hum of the evening settling between you.

hiro stirred slightly in his sleep, his lips parting in a tiny yawn. mina crouched down to adjust the blanket, her movements careful and deliberate. as she stood, she glanced at you, a rare softness in her expression.

"look at him," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "he’s growing so fast."

"too fast," you replied, a gentle laugh escaping as you brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. "remember when he couldn’t even sit up on his own?"

mina nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "and now he’s running around, bossing us both around like he owns the place."

"well, he kind of does," you joked, nudging her lightly with your shoulder.

she laughed—a genuine, melodic sound that seemed to echo in the quiet of the evening. then, as if on a whim, she reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. the gesture was simple, but it carried a weight that made your chest tighten in the best way.

"we’re doing okay, aren’t we?" she asked, her gaze flickering to you, searching for something unspoken.

"yeah," you said, squeezing her hand gently. "we’re doing more than okay."

just as the moment settled into something quiet and serene, hiro stirred again, this time with a small, sleepy voice. "ma... 'ceam..."

mina blinked, looking down at him with an amused smile. "ice cream?"

hiro nodded, his eyes still half-closed but determined. "ma... 'ceam..."

you couldn’t help but laugh. "you’ve already had more ice cream than anyone your size should, little man."

mina crouched down again, brushing her fingers lightly through his soft hair. "how about we have some at home tomorrow, hmm?"

hiro seemed to consider this for a moment before letting out a soft "kay" and snuggling deeper into his blanket.

"he’s relentless," you said, watching as mina stood back up, shaking her head fondly.

"wonder where he gets it from," she teased, her tone light but her smile lingering as she looked at you.

"definitely not me," you replied with mock indignation, earning a quiet laugh from her.

as you walked toward the car, the gentle weight of mina’s hand in yours and the quiet sound of hiro’s breathing filling the space, you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t experienced in a long time. and as mina leaned her head against your shoulder, her voice soft as she whispered, "thank you for today," you realized that this—these little moments of joy and togetherness—was all you’d ever need. -----

it wasn’t often that you had people over for dinner, but when sana insisted she and momo come by, you didn’t have the energy—or the heart—to turn her down.

mina was already in the kitchen by the time you got home, sleeves rolled up and hair tied back, focused on chopping vegetables. "you’re late," she said without looking up, but there wasn’t any bite in her tone, just quiet acknowledgment.

"got held up," you replied casually, shrugging off your coat. you could feel her glance at you out of the corner of her eye, but she didn’t press. the knock at the door came a little earlier than expected, and when you opened it, momo was the first to step in, her brows knitting in concern as she looked you over.

"where have you been?" she asked, her voice low but firm, as if she’d been holding onto the question for a while.

"relax, momo," you said, brushing off her concern with a soft laugh. "i’m fine."

"you don’t look fine," she countered, crossing her arms. "seriously, what happened with you?"

before you could answer, sana appeared behind her, balancing a bottle of wine in one hand holding it like a trophy "don’t interrogate them the second you walk in," she said, nudging momo with her elbow. "hi!" she beamed, pulling you into a quick hug before stepping inside.

momo followed close behind, lugging a bag stuffed with snacks. "i don’t trust whatever mina’s cooking," she declared loudly, earning a sharp look from the kitchen.

momo lingered for a second, her gaze still searching your face, but eventually, she sighed and followed sana in. mina called out from the kitchen, "don’t just stand there. set the table."

hiro, ever the opportunist, toddled toward momo, his tiny hands reaching for her leg. she barely made it three steps inside before he latched on, clutching her like his life depended on it. "oh, great," she muttered, trying to walk with hiro clinging to her. "i’m a jungle gym now."

"you love it," sana teased, already kicking off her shoes and flopping onto the couch like she owned the place. "he knows you’re the fun aunt."

mina didn’t bother looking up from where she was chopping vegetables, but her voice carried the faintest hint of amusement. "if you’re going to invade my kitchen, at least make yourself useful."

momo grinned, depositing her bag on the counter before grabbing an apron. "fine. but don’t blame me if your food turns out better than usual."

hiro trailed after her, giggling as she dramatically tied the apron on, only for her to immediately trip over him. "kid, you’re gonna be the death of me," momo groaned, picking him up and pretending to glare. he just giggled harder.

meanwhile, sana wandered over to where you were sitting, wine bottle already uncorked. she plopped down next to you, handing you a glass. "so," she started, glancing toward the kitchen where momo was now trying (and failing) to chop onions under mina’s sharp supervision. "who would’ve thought miss ice queen over there would turn into the domestic goddess of the century?"

"you say that like she doesn’t still have a mean streak," you replied, taking a sip.

"oh, she definitely does," sana agreed, raising her glass. "but look at her. she’s wiping mashed potatoes off hiro’s face like a pro. it’s disgusting how cute she’s become."

you laughed, glancing over at mina. she was, indeed, wiping mashed potatoes off hiro’s cheek, her expression soft despite the chaos around her.

the peace didn’t last long. momo, with all the confidence in the world, added a heaping spoonful of what she thought was sugar to the stew. mina’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "momo," she said slowly, "what did you just do?"

"uh, seasoning?" momo replied, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

mina stalked over, dipping a spoon into the pot and tasting it. her face twisted immediately. "that’s salt."

chaos erupted. mina started lecturing momo on the basics of cooking, while momo defended herself with increasingly ridiculous excuses. "it’s fusion cuisine!" she argued, waving the spoon in the air. "sweet and salty is a thing!"

sana, of course, took this as her cue to stir the pot—literally and figuratively. "i mean, she’s got a point," she said, barely containing her laughter. "mina, maybe you’re just not ready for momo’s genius."

"genius is a strong word," you muttered, trying to keep a straight face as hiro made a beeline for the bag of snacks momo had abandoned. you swooped in just in time, lifting him into your arms before he could dive in. "nice try, buddy."

by the end of it, the stew was deemed unsalvageable, and everyone ended up sitting on the living room floor, eating instant ramen straight from the pot.

sana nudged mina as they ate, her grin mischievous. "well," she said, "at least your life is more fun now."

mina, to everyone’s surprise, actually smiled. "maybe," she said, her voice soft, but there was a warmth in her eyes as she looked around the room—at you, at hiro, at the friends who’d turned a disaster into something laughable.

and for a moment, everything felt perfect. ------

the snow tapped gently against the window of your office, a rhythmic backdrop to the otherwise quiet room. you were at your desk, pretending to work, though your focus had splintered the moment mina walked in unannounced.

she didn’t knock—she never did. instead, she strolled in with the air of someone who owned the place, shrugging off her coat and draping it casually over the chair opposite you.

“you’re late,” you teased, not looking up.

“traffic,” she replied, her voice clipped but smooth. she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. “besides, i thought you’d appreciate the company.”

your lips twitched. “is that so?”

“mm-hmm.” mina stopped beside you, her perfume—a subtle mix of jasmine and something darker—settling over your senses. she placed her hands on the desk, leaning just enough to draw your attention.

“what are you working on?” she asked, peering at the scattered papers in front of you.

“nothing that can’t wait,” you said, turning to face her fully. the way she looked tonight—her blouse slightly unbuttoned, her hair tousled as though she’d been running her fingers through it—made it impossible to care about anything else.

mina raised an eyebrow, a small, knowing smile playing at her lips. “really? since when do you leave work unfinished?”

“since you became my distraction,” you shot back, your voice low.

her smile widened, and she rounded the desk slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge as she moved. “i don’t mind being a distraction,” she said, her tone almost casual, though the look in her eyes was anything but.

she stopped behind your chair, her hands settling on your shoulders. her touch was firm yet gentle as she leaned down, her breath warm against your ear.

“you’ve been too tense lately,” she murmured, her fingers starting to knead at the knots in your shoulders.

you exhaled sharply, caught off guard by the unexpected tenderness. “mina—”

“don’t argue,” she interrupted, her voice a soft command. “just relax.”

her hands worked their way down, the pressure of her touch melting away the day’s stress. but it wasn’t just the massage that had your pulse quickening—it was the way her lips brushed, feather-light, against the side of your neck.

“you know,” she began, her voice laced with amusement, “hiro mentioned something interesting the other day.”

“oh?” you asked, though it was hard to focus on anything with the way she was slowly undoing your tie, her fingers brushing against your collar.

“he said he wants a sibling.”

you froze, her words sinking in. “did he now?”

mina hummed in response, her hands sliding down to rest against your chest. “he’s been very persistent about it. keeps asking when we’ll ‘make’ him one.”

your breath hitched as she leaned closer, her lips grazing the shell of your ear. “so… what do you think?”

you barely registered the sound of papers scattering as she pushed them aside, perching on the edge of the desk. her legs bracketed your chair, drawing you closer until there was nothing between you but the sharp edge of want.

“i'm supposed to be working" you murmured, though even as you said it, your hands betrayed you, finding the smooth fabric of her blouse and sliding upward.

“you are,” mina teased, her smile dark as she tilted your face toward hers again. “just… multitasking.”

whatever semblance of restraint you had left snapped as she pulled you toward her, her lips descended on yours, the kiss starting slow but quickly turning heated, desperate. the tension that had been building all night snapped like a live wire as her hands slid under your shirt, her nails dragging lightly against your skin.

papers crumpled beneath her as she was pressed against the desk, the weight of her body a distraction you didn’t want to resist. her name spilled from your lips like a plea, your control slipping entirely as she smirked against your mouth, victorious.

her hands threading into your hair. the office door, locked and forgotten, muffled the sound of her quiet gasp as you stood, pulling her against you.

by the time the city lights began to blur together through the window, your desk was an afterthought—papers scattered, tension replaced by something headier, more raw. -----

the sun poured into the kitchen through half-drawn curtains, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. the smell of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of toast from the breakfast you barely managed to throw together. mina sat across from you, looking unfairly radiant for someone who’d made you completely lose your composure the night before. she was scrolling through her phone, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips.

hiro toddled over, his tiny legs carrying himself clumsily as he reached for mina’s hand. “mommy, why are you smiling so much?” they asked, their innocent eyes blinking up at her.

you froze, mid-sip of coffee, nearly choking as a blush crept up your neck. mina’s smile widened slightly, but she didn’t even flinch. instead, she scooped hiro up, placing him in her lap.

“because mommy’s happy,” she said smoothly, ruffling their hair.

hiro tilted his head, clearly unsatisfied with the vague answer. “why?”

you coughed, trying to mask your embarrassment, and quickly stood. “who wants more toast?” you asked, your voice a little too chipper.

mina shot you a knowing glance, her eyes glinting with amusement. “i’m happy because they made me laugh last night,” she said, her tone deceptively sweet.

you nearly dropped the plate you were holding. “mina,” you warned under your breath, giving her a sharp look.

she just shrugged innocently, brushing a strand of hair from hiro’s face. “what? it’s the truth.”

hiro giggled, oblivious to the underlying tension in the room. “they’re funny,” he declared proudly, clapping his hands.

“oh, they are,” mina replied, her lips quirking into a smirk. “in so many ways.”

you groaned, turning away before she could see the mix of frustration and flustered panic on your face. “i’m making more toast,” you mumbled, desperate for an escape.

but even with your back turned, you could feel mina’s gaze burning into you—teasing, playful, and just a little too smug. it wasn’t fair, really. not when she looked like that, sitting there with hiro in her arms, acting as if she hadn’t completely undone you just hours before.

hiro, still seated on mina’s lap, turned to her with wide eyes. “mommy, what are we doing for christmas?”

mina tilted her head thoughtfully, her hand absentmindedly smoothing down hiro’s hair. “well, that depends. what does my little hiro want for christmas?”

hiro beamed, his excitement bubbling over as he clapped his hands together. “a sibling! so i can boss them around!”

you spun around from the counter so fast you nearly dropped the knife you were using to spread butter. “hiro!” you exclaimed, half-choking on a laugh.

mina blinked, caught off guard, before dissolving into soft laughter. “a sibling, huh? you really want it that bad?” she repeated, her eyes sparkling as she looked at you, her smile carrying just the faintest hint of mischief. “what do you think about that?”

“i think hiro needs to learn patience,” you muttered, your cheeks heating up again as you avoided her gaze.

hiro nodded solemnly, as if considering your words, before turning back to mina. “but christmas isn’t that far away! it’s soon! maybe santa can help!”

mina kissed the top of their head, her laughter soft and full of warmth. “we’ll see, sweetheart,” she said gently, her eyes flicking back to you, an amused smile playing on her lips. “we’ll see.”

as hiro continued to chatter about all the things he wanted for christmas, you caught mina’s gaze across the table. and despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile back. because, as chaotic as it all was, this was your family—and nothing could ever replace it. -----

it started like any typical afternoon, but with that special, rare feeling—everyone together, enjoying a simple day. the sun hung low, casting a golden glow over the riverside, where you, mina, sana, momo, and hiro wandered aimlessly, soaking up the last bits of warmth before winter fully settled in.

hiro was running ahead, laughing as he shouted something about being faster than the wind. his scarf fluttered behind him, almost like he was competing with the leaves, which had already started to fall. momo had a handful of roasted chestnuts, playfully smacking sana’s hand away each time she tried to grab one, earning a dramatic eye-roll from sana. “those are for everyone, momo!” she teased.

mina, ever the careful one, kept a hand on hiro’s back as he leaped ahead, his tiny feet barely keeping up with his excitement. “you know,” mina said with a smirk, “if he keeps running like that, he’ll be faster than you soon.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, strolling ahead to grab hot drinks for everyone. the air was crisp but lively with chatter and the occasional distant hum of passing cars. everything felt right, easy. the kind of day where you could forget about everything else.

then it all came to a halt in a single, horrifying moment.

the shriek of tires—sharp, sudden—split the air like a crack of thunder. you didn’t even have time to process what was happening. everything went from warm and carefree to chaos in the blink of an eye. the car, speeding toward the crosswalk where mina and hiro stood, seemed like it appeared out of nowhere. the driver’s face was frozen in panic, eyes wide with fear as they struggled to control the vehicle, but it was too late. the car was on a direct path toward them.

hiro froze, his tiny hand slipping from mina’s grasp as he stared, terrified.

“hiro!” mina screamed, her voice splitting through the air. and without thinking, your body moved on its own.

you bolted.

the ground blurred beneath your feet as you charged forward. mina’s desperate shout was drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears, each second feeling like an eternity. the car came closer—closer—until all you could think was that you had to get to him, you had to get hiro out of the way.

“no!” mina screamed, her voice breaking just as you reached them. you pushed hiro away, shoving him toward safety with everything you had, but the car—it hit you.

the sound of metal crunching against bone was the last thing you registered before everything went black.

the force of the impact threw you like a ragdoll, sending you flying onto the hood of the car, your body twisting violently before slamming onto the cold pavement. a sickening crack echoed in your ears, and pain exploded—sharp, unbearable—as you struggled to breathe, blood filling your mouth with each jagged inhale. your vision was a blur of red, the edges of your sight dimming as the world around you spun into oblivion.

mina’s voice broke through the chaos, but it felt like she was shouting from a distance, muffled and distorted by the ringing in your ears.

“stay with me, please—don’t close your eyes!” her voice cracked, raw with panic. her hands were there, hovering above you, desperate, unsure where to touch, as she frantically tried to stop the bleeding. the feel of her trembling fingers was the only solid thing in the storm of confusion. “stay with me,” she repeated, softer now, broken.

hiro’s cries echoed in the background, his small voice sharp with panic. “what happened? mama?” he wailed, his words coming out in a rush of terror. the sound of his sobs shattered something inside you, but it was all you could hear—the faint sound of him calling your name.

“momo, call an ambulance!” sana’s voice was urgent, trembling. you felt the weight of her panic in the air.

the world was spinning, and you couldn’t focus on anything. your body was numb, heavy with pain, but your mind couldn’t quite keep up with it all. through the dizzy haze, you could feel mina’s hand clutched tightly around yours. the warmth of her skin, her touch—a lifeline in the blurring chaos.

her voice broke again, softer now, filled with fear. “please don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. tears streamed down her face, falling onto yours as she begged you to hold on, to stay with her.

your head spun, every movement sending a ripple of pain that made your vision swim. the world narrowed to just her face—the only thing that seemed real in that moment.

the sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer, but everything around you felt like it was slipping away. the world was no longer clear—just a mess of flashing lights, muffled sounds, and the strange weightlessness that came with losing consciousness.

but amidst it all, mina’s voice cut through the fog, soft and steady. "you’re going to be okay," she whispered, her voice like a thread of warmth in the cold, hard darkness. "i’m here. i’ll be here when you wake up." her words were a lifeline, her tone gentle but firm, as if trying to convince not just you, but herself, too.

she was holding your hand, fingers intertwined with yours, her touch grounding you in the chaos. the pressure of her grip was reassuring, like a promise she was trying to keep. "i won’t leave you," she murmured, her voice breaking slightly, but she still spoke with that quiet strength of hers. "you’re not alone. just hang on for me, okay? just a little longer."

the pain was there, sharp and blinding, but beneath it, there was something else—a fleeting sense of comfort, a feeling that no matter what happened, mina was there. that small, fragile promise was all you could cling to in that moment. and, just before everything faded away, you heard her voice one last time.

"please, don’t go. i need you."

and then, the world went silent.

-----

the darkness felt endless. you floated somewhere between the ache in your head and the muffled sounds of the world outside the haze. a rhythmic beeping was your constant companion, its steady pulse both grounding and disorienting.

when your eyes finally fluttered open, the room spun—sterile white walls, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, and a sharp antiseptic smell that made you wince. it took a moment to realize you were lying in a hospital bed, the blankets heavy against your legs, an iv needle taped to your arm. you blinked, trying to piece together how you got here, but the memories felt slippery, distant, like trying to hold water in your hands.

and then you saw the figure by the window. small— too small, unmoving, silhouetted against the orange glow of the setting sun.

you blinked again, straining to focus. they turned slowly, the light casting their face in shadows until they stepped closer.

the woman—soft, familiar, and hauntingly beautiful—tightened her lips into a mask of gentle concern. "you don’t remember me?" her voice trembled, the control slipping ever so slightly.

you stared, still lost, trying to make sense of it all. something about her felt like it was supposed to trigger a memory, but it didn't. her face… it was almost there, but it didn’t fit, like trying to remember a dream you couldn’t quite grasp.

"i’m jennie," she said softly, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile. "kim jennie. we… we were together. before everything."

there was nothing. no recognition. just a flicker of something in your chest, something tight and unfamiliar.

her was voice fragile. you could only blink, still unsure, the name doing nothing to ignite recognition.

"yes," jennie whispered, leaning in closer, her voice thick with emotion. "you’ve been through so much," she continued. "the accident… it was bad. the doctors said you might not remember everything right away."

the word accident bounced around in your head, disjointed and foreign, like it belonged to someone else. you tried to make sense of it, tried to remember, but your mind just couldn’t hold onto anything concrete. there was a sharp emptiness, a blank space where the details should've been. it didn’t seem real.

jennie’s face, so full of concern, almost made you believe it. she sounded so sure, so confident, like she was the one who had been there through it all. but the fog in your mind refused to lift, and the weight of everything felt off, out of place.

you blinked, trying to focus on her words, but they came at you like distant echoes, fading before they made any sense. she was here now. she said she’d promised to be here. but the memories of the accident were too far, too jumbled, and you just couldn’t piece it all together.

"i know you don’t remember," jennie murmured, as if reading your confusion. "but i’m here. i promised i would be."

the uncertainty lingered. your head was spinning, but one name broke through the haze.

"mina?" you whispered, your throat dry, the name slipping out without thought.

at that, jennie’s eyes darkened, her expression twitching with something unreadable for a split second before she masked it with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. the calm mask was slipping, just a little.

"mina…" she repeated slowly, her voice tight. "she was your ex. we… we were together before. i was the one who really cared about you."

your chest tightened at her words, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask more, the confusion still swirling in your mind.

jennie leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a softer, more personal tone. "you see, mina—she didn’t care about you like I did. she lied and cheated on you, she forced you into that marriage, remember? we were happy before she took you away from me."

her words were heavy, but everything in you felt like it was being pulled apart. you didn’t know who to trust, and the more she spoke, the more you questioned everything. jennie’s acting was so convincing, and yet, something about it didn’t sit right. but you couldn’t fight the exhaustion, the dizziness clouding your thoughts.

"this was us," she whispered, showing you a photo of two smiling faces, your face, your past life—unrecognizable to you. "before everything. before she ruined it."

you couldn’t process any of it. the image didn’t spark anything in you, just more emptiness.

"you don’t remember much," jennie continued softly, brushing her thumb over your hand. "but i’ll help you. we can start over, together. just give me time. you’ll see, everything will make sense again."

you stared at her, unsure, the quiet ache of confusion overwhelming everything else.

"rest now," she said, her voice lowering as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. "when you wake up again, i’ll be here. just like i promised."

the door clicked softly behind her as she left, her footsteps fading, leaving only the silence. and in the silence, the name "mina" echoed in your mind. you couldn’t remember who she was, but somehow, you knew you had to.

and you felt as though you were losing something. something important. something you should’ve held on to. -----

the sterile walls of the interrogation room felt suffocating as mina sat, her hands clasped tightly together. the fluorescent lights above buzzed with an unsettling hum, and the cold, clinical atmosphere made her feel even more isolated. her mind raced, thoughts jumbled and frayed at the edges. her heart was still pounding from the moment she’d left the hospital, and now, here she was, accused of something she couldn’t even begin to understand.

"we need answers, mina," the detective’s voice broke through the silence, stern and unwavering.

her eyes flickered to the door behind her, as though she could will the situation to end, for someone to walk in and rescue her from the mess she was in. but no one was coming. the only sounds were the sharp click of a pen and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.

"please," mina’s voice cracked, desperation seeping through the cracks in her composure. "my spouse is in the hospital. they’re hurt. i need to be there when they wake up. i promised them i’d be there. i can't… i can’t be here right now."

the detective didn’t seem moved. "we understand your situation, mina, but we need to know what happened. bambam’s disappearance isn’t something we can ignore. we have to get to the truth."

mina's breath hitched. the name bambam felt like a cold knife against her chest. she knew nothing about what had happened to him, and yet she was being dragged into this mess. everything felt like a nightmare, spinning out of control.

"i’m telling you, i don’t know where he is. i wasn't involved with anything." mina pleaded, her voice trembling now, her calm facade finally slipping. "please, just let me go. my spouse needs me. i promised i’d be there when they woke up. i can't just—"

"we understand your concern, but we have to investigate all possibilities," the detective interrupted, showing no sign of relenting. "we have reason to believe you know more than you’re telling us. bambam’s disappearance is linked to a larger situation, and you’re involved. the sooner you cooperate, the sooner this ends."

her chest tightened. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. she should’ve been with you, should’ve been at your side, making sure you were okay. instead, here she was, caught up in something she couldn’t control. the uncertainty of the situation was like a weight on her shoulders, crushing her as each passing moment felt like it stretched into eternity.

meanwhile, at home, sana and momo were doing their best to keep things together for hiro. the two of them had taken up the responsibility of watching over him, offering gentle smiles and reassuring words, though both were equally anxious inside. hiro clung to their hands, sensing the tension but unable to fully understand what was happening. sana squeezed his small hand in hers, offering him a soft smile. "it’s okay, baby," she said, voice steady, though her heart raced with worry. "everything’s gonna be okay. don’t you worry about a thing."

but deep down, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong, something that was slipping through their fingers, out of their control.

momo stood by the window, gazing out into the distance as if hoping for some sign that things would return to normal, praying that mina would come back, and that everything would be alright. but she didn’t know what was really happening, the chaos unfolding in the background, the twisted game that kim jennie had set in motion. none of them knew how deep the web was tangled now.

they were so close to losing everything, because of a certain kim. and none of them could even see it. ------ end of part six. a/n — lmao i'm too tired to do anything most days, i was supposed to write after 3 of my tests but i was too drained lol. but i perfected each one so im happy, been playing too much games aswell. :') please add some story ideas in my inbox because the next chapter will be the last.

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[persefione]

i just saw you in my dream