#itzy

[jupiterpilgrim]

If The Feeling's Right

Yeji x Yuna x m!reader

word count: 15K

Five p.m., Friday, the unofficial signal that the night can start early. The door flies open, hits the stopper, and snaps back as Yuna walks in like she owns the place. She doesn’t. She doesn’t even live here, but that’s never once crossed her mind as a limitation.

"Hello? Anybody home? Where is everyone, what the fuck," she announces to no one in particular, already kicking off her shoes in the entryway and leaving them wherever they land. She's wearing those stupidly low-waisted jeans she refuses to retire and a cropped black top that shows off the belly button piercing she got on impulse two months ago. Her hair is freshly straightened and falling past her shoulders, dark and shiny, and she's got that look on her face. That Friday look. The one that means trouble for everyone within a five-mile radius.

Yeji is sitting at the kitchen table with both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, still wearing her work clothes. Button-up shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows, her short blonde hair messy from running her fingers through it all day. She looks like she got hit by a bus and the bus backed up to finish the job.

"Can you not scream when you walk in," Yeji says, not even looking up. "Please. For once."

"Wow. Okay." Yuna drops her bag on the counter and puts a hand on her chest. "That's how you greet your girlfriend? I come all the way here, on a Friday, looking this good, and you give me that energy? Should I just leave? Should I turn around and go?"

"I didn't say leave. I said stop screaming."

"I wasn't screaming, I was speaking excitedly." Yuna walks over, leans down, and plants a loud kiss on Yeji's cheek. She runs her fingers through Yeji's blonde hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. "Still obsessed with this look on you, by the way. The blonde is doing things to me."

"You tell me that every time you see me."

"Because it's true every time I see you." Yuna drops into the chair across from her and immediately pulls her phone out, then puts it face-down on the table like she's making a statement about being present. It lasts about four seconds before she picks it back up, checks something, then puts it down again. "So, tonight. Giselle’s friend is throwing a party at this rooftop spot. That one I’ve been talking about nonstop? This is the one. It’s supposed to be huge, and I already told everyone we're coming.”

Yeji takes a long sip of her coffee. "I just got home."

"And?"

"And I'm tired, Yuna. I've been on my feet since eight this morning."

“You said that last time.” Yuna points at her. “You said ‘I’m tired,’ and we stayed in and watched that mushroom documentary. I didn’t think this would become a pattern.”

“The documentary was actually really interesting,” Yeji counters.

Yuna lets out a slow breath. “Alright,” she says, more serious. “I’m asking you something simple, and I need an actual answer. Are you coming tonight, yes or no?”

Yeji sets the mug down with a quiet clink. “Why is your entire life just getting wasted and going to parties?” she asks. “When are you going to start taking things seriously?”

“Excuse me?” Yuna says, leaning into her chair. “I am very responsible.”

“Are you?” Yeji challenges.

“Yes,” Yuna insists. “I have a job. I have a really hot girlfriend, and yeah, she can be mean to me sometimes, but I still love her. I read. And on weekends I go out and enjoy my youth before I’m old and my knees give out. That sounds pretty balanced to me.”

Yeji lifts an eyebrow. “You work at a coffee shop,” she points out.

“It’s a specialty café,” Yuna corrects.

“You read fanfiction,” Yeji adds.

“Literature is literature,” Yuna argues.

“And you forgot our two-year anniversary,” Yeji finishes.

That one lands. Yuna’s gaze drops, her cheeks warming. “I didn’t forget it,” she mutters. “I remembered the day after.”

“That’s forgetting it, Yuna,” Yeji says flatly.

"That's remembering it with a slight delay." Yuna crosses her arms. "Wow. Okay! Sorry I'm not good enough for Miss Perfect over here. Sorry I don't have a Google Calendar alert for every significant date in our relationship. Sorry I—"

"You’re being dramatic," Yeji cuts in.

“I’m being honest,” Yuna shoots back. “Again.”

Yeji’s lips twitch, a smile threatening. "Are you done?" she asks.

"Maybe." Yuna huffs. "So. The party. Yes or no."

Yeji glances toward the bedrooms at the end of the hall, her expression shifting, edges softening. She turns back to Yuna, giving a faint shake of her head. "I'd rather stay home tonight. Things here aren't great right now."

Yuna follows her gaze to the hallway. Her whole demeanor changes, the party energy dialing down a few notches. "Did they fight again?"

"No." Yeji wraps both hands around her mug again. "They broke up. For real this time."

"Oh shit." Yuna sits up straight. "Finally. I mean— okay, that sucks for him, but honestly? It was about damn time. That girl treated him like garbage. I'm telling you, Ryujin was cheating on him. I would bet actual money on it. Remember that time she showed up here smelling like—"

"Yuna." Yeji makes a sharp shushing sound. "Keep it down."

Yuna drops her tone to something resembling an indoor level. "Okay. Sorry. Where is he?"

"In his room. He's been there all day. He didn't eat lunch, he hasn't come out for water, nothing. Just... in there. Silent."

"Is he dead?"

"He's not dead. I checked on him an hour ago. He was alive." Yeji pauses. "Barely. But alive."

"God. Poor guy."

They both sit with that for a second, the kitchen quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Then they hear it. A door opening down the hall. Footsteps, slow and heavy, padding across the hardwood.

You appear in the living room looking like you haven't slept in two days, which is probably accurate. Sweatpants, wrinkled t-shirt, hair going in every possible direction. You shuffle into the kitchen and give Yuna a flat little wave. "Hey, Yuna."

"Hey, babe." She watches you make your way across the kitchen, dragging your steps a little.

You open the refrigerator, grab the milk carton, and drink straight from it. Long, slow gulps. No glass. No shame. Just a man and his dairy.

"I was going to use that milk later," Yeji says.

You lower the carton and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "Sorry. I'll buy another one."

"You didn't even go outside to take the trash out today." She studies your face for a second, then sighs. "You know what, forget it. Don't worry about it."

You stand there holding the milk like you forgot what to do next. Yuna gets up from her chair and walks over to you. She takes the carton from your hands gently and sets it on the counter. "Hey. I know what happened." Her tone is completely different from two minutes ago. No more party girl, no more volume. Just Yuna, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. "I'm sorry. That girl didn't deserve you. I mean that. She was always cold to you and everyone could see it and you deserve so much better than what she gave you."

"I loved her," you say, and it comes out so flat, so emptied out, that Yeji and Yuna trade a quick look over your shoulder, the kind that says yeah, this is bad.

"Come here." Yuna grabs your hand and pulls you toward the chair, sitting down and tugging you onto her lap. You let it happen, moving slowly, almost absent, like your body’s just following orders.

"Isn't this weird?" you ask. "I mean… your girlfriend is right there."

Yuna smiles, glancing sideways at Yeji. "She likes watching," she says lightly.

"Shut up, Yuna," Yeji groans, rubbing her temple.

Yuna wraps an arm around your middle and tugs you in, letting you lean back against her. You’ve got a few inches on her, enough that the position looks a little off, your legs stretching out too far, but she holds you there anyway.

"Listen to me. That girl treated you badly. I know it doesn't feel like that right now because your brain is doing the thing where it only remembers the good stuff. But everyone saw it. Me, Yeji, all of us. She talked down to you, she made you feel small, and she kept you on a leash so short you couldn't breathe." She rubs your arm. "I know what it's like to be blinded by love. I've been there. But this is better. I promise you, six months from now, you'll look back and realize this was the best thing that could've happened."

You stare at the table. "She said things weren't working anymore. That I was suffocating her."

"You were suffocating her?" Yeji can't help it. It slips out sharp and incredulous. She catches herself, softens her tone. "Sorry. But Yuna is right. You were in a toxic relationship, and I told you that. I told you so many times, and you didn't listen to me."

"Yeah. I know." You pick at a scratch on the table. "Well. Now you can celebrate. She won't be showing up here anymore." Yeji sighs, long and tired. That one stings and you can see it on her face, but she doesn't push back.

Yuna jumps in before the silence gets too heavy. "I think what you need right now is some alone time. Just, like, decompress. Process the feelings, you know? So actually, I was going to drag Yeji to this party tonight, which means you'd have the whole apartment to yourself. No noise, no us being annoying. Just you and some peace and quiet. That sound okay?"

You nod. "Yeah, go ahead. Have fun."

You stand up from Yuna's lap and start heading back down the hall. Yuna calls after you. "Hey. Don't do anything crazy while we're gone, okay? Like, seriously. It would be extremely traumatic for both of us to come home to something fucked up. Watch a Disney movie. That's what I do when I'm sad. Moana is like a prescription antidepressant."

You pause at the hallway entrance. "I'll think about it."

You disappear around the corner. The bedroom door clicks shut. Quiet again.

Yeji turns to Yuna with a look that could cut glass. "Did you seriously just use 'he needs alone time' as a reason for us to leave him here by himself so you could get me to go to the party?"

Yuna shrugs, not even a little bit sorry. "It worked, didn't it?"

"He's going through the worst breakup of his life and your solution is to abandon him."

"We're not abandoning him, he's not a puppy, Yeji. We're giving him space." Yuna picks up her phone. "It'll be a few hours, tops. He'll be fine. He's a grown man."

Yeji stares at her for a long moment, then exhales through her nose. "Fine. I'll go. But on the way back, we're stopping to get his pizza."

"The pepperoni one with the stuffed crust?"

"Yes."

"See, you know his order." Yuna is grinning now, texting someone with her thumbs flying. "That's cute. I bet you anything Ryujin doesn't even know his favorite pizza. That girl didn't know a single thing about him."

"She didn't," Yeji says quietly. She's looking down the hallway again, at the closed bedroom door. "She never did. She never remembered his birthday, she never asked about his day, she never cooked for him when he was sick. I did all of that. Every single time." She turns back to the table, picks up her mug, realizes the coffee is cold. "And he still picked her..."

Yuna’s typing slows to a stop. She studies Yeji for a second, calm and uncharacteristically still. "It’s really cute how much you care about him.”

"He's my roommate. Obviously I care."

"Right. Your roommate." Yuna nods slowly. “The one you cook for. The one whose birthday you never forget. The one whose order you know by heart. You’re basically everything he needs, aren’t you, Yeji?”

Her head snaps up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Yuna is already back on her phone, thumbs moving again. "Go get ready. I told Giselle we'd be there by eight."

Yeji sits there for another second, mouth half-open like she wants to argue. But Yuna is already in her own world, replying to someone, humming something under her breath, Friday mode fully reactivated. Yeji pushes back from the table and stands, taking her cold coffee to the sink.

"The party better be good," she mutters, heading to her room.

Yuna doesn't look up from her screen. She just smiles.

—

The truth about Yuna and Yeji is that there was never a grand, cinematic beginning. No confessions, no rain, no moment you could point to and say that’s when it happened. It started at parties. Always parties. The same circles, the same faces, and somehow they kept ending up in the same rooms. Every time, the same low, unfinished flirting: never pushed too far, never shut down either. Yuna would spot Yeji from across the room and drift over without thinking. Yeji would let her. They’d stand too close, laugh a little too loud, linger just long enough to mean something, then leave alone and pretend it didn’t stick until the next time.

Then Yuna started texting. Coffee on a Tuesday. A gallery on a Thursday. A slow walk through a weekend market. Small things, easy things. And somewhere in the middle of all that, they skipped past the part where you’re supposed to impress each other. There was no act, nothing curated. Yuna saw straight through Yeji’s composure to the girl underneath who thinks too much, feels too deeply, and hides it well. Yeji saw through Yuna just as easily, past the mess and the noise to someone who loves so hard it almost overwhelms her.

Yuna fell first, fast and reckless, completely gone for this older, rare kind of girl who made her feel like she finally had someone worth slowing down for. Yeji fell slower, but heavier, pulled in by this slightly younger, slightly unhinged, impossibly warm girl who treated love like a full-contact sport.

Two years later, here they are.

—

Friday, 11:48 PM

The front door swings open and Yuna stumbles in first, catching herself on the doorframe with one hand and laughing at nothing. Her heels are dangling from her other hand by the straps, and her feet are bare on the cold floor.

"Shhh," she tells herself, giggling. "Shhhh, okay, I'm being quiet." Yeji comes in behind her, balancing a pizza box on one hand and fishing for the light switch with the other. She finds it, flicks it on, and winces at the brightness. "Don't turn the—ow," Yuna hisses, covering her eyes.

"Stop being dramatic and move." Yeji nudges her forward with a hip and carries the pizza to the kitchen counter, setting it down carefully. She turns back to Yuna with a finger over her lips. "Seriously. No noise. He's probably sleeping."

"Right. Yes. Quiet mode." Yuna sets her heels down on the floor and immediately forgets about quiet mode. She wraps her arms around Yeji from behind and presses a wet kiss to the side of her neck. "Hi."

"You smell like tequila,” Yeji says, wrinkling her nose.

"You smell like tequila,” Yuna shoots back.

"That's not the comeback you think it is.”

"It's a factual observation." Yuna spins her around and kisses her properly, one hand on her jaw, the other already sliding to her waist. A soft hum slips from Yeji as she kisses back, her lips carrying traces of lime, salt, and that sweet, electric-blue cocktail everyone had.

Yeji pulls Yuna toward the couch and pushes her down onto it, climbing into her lap and straddling her. Yuna grins up at her, all teeth, hands settling on Yeji's hips. "There she is," Yuna murmurs, sliding her palms up Yeji's sides. "Party Yeji. I missed her."

"Shut up and kiss me."

They make out on the couch for a while, lazy and warm, trading slow kisses that keep deepening without either of them deciding to deepen them. Yuna's fingers play with the hem of Yeji's shirt, tracing the strip of skin above her waistband, and Yeji hums against her mouth and tilts her head to change the angle. Yuna takes the invitation, kissing along Yeji's jaw, down the side of her neck, finding a spot below her ear and sucking gently until Yeji's breath hitches and her fingers curl into Yuna's hair.

Yeji pulls her back up by the jaw and kisses her again, harder this time, her tongue sliding against Yuna's, and Yuna makes a low, satisfied sound and presses closer, one thigh sliding between Yeji's legs. They stay like that for a while, tangled and unhurried, Yeji's hand gripping the back of Yuna's neck, Yuna's hips rocking forward in barely-there movements. When Yuna starts tugging the fabric upward, Yeji catches her hands and pulls back.

"Wait," Yeji says.

"Oh, come on," Yuna protests.

"I need to check on him."

Yuna drops her head back against the couch cushion and groans. "He's fine. It's almost midnight, he's sleeping. Probably watched Moana like I told him to and passed out during the part with the crab."

"I'll be quick." Yeji climbs off her lap.

"Yeji." Yuna catches her wrist. "Come to the room with me. We don't have to be long. I still need to get home tonight."

"I'm too tired." Yeji runs a hand through her hair and yawns like her body is proving her point for her. "I just want to sleep."

Yuna pouts for a solid three seconds, then sighs and releases her wrist. "Fine."

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"

Yuna shakes her head. "I have that appointment tomorrow morning and this place is way too far. I should head out." She stands up from the couch, picks up her heels, and leans in to kiss Yeji one more time. Slow, gentle. "Tell him I said hi. And make sure he eats the pizza."

"I will."

"And text me when you wake up."

"I always do."

Yuna walks to the door, slides her feet back into her heels, and blows a kiss from the entryway. The door closes behind her with a soft click. Yeji stands in the quiet apartment for a second, fixing her hair in the hallway mirror. She takes a breath. Then she walks down the hall to your room and knocks twice, softly.

She opens the door just a crack. "Hey. You awake?"

You're lying on your back staring at the ceiling. You don't move. "Yeah."

She pushes the door open wider. The room is dark except for the glow of your laptop screen, open on the bed next to you, paused on something you clearly weren't watching. "How are you doing?"

"Same as before."

"I got pizza. Pepperoni, stuffed crust. It's still hot."

"I'm not hungry."

She leans against the doorframe for a moment, her gaze soft as she watches you. "Can I lie down with you?"

"Sure. Whatever."

Yeji kicks off her heels and crosses the room. She lies down next to you on top of the covers, close enough that you can smell her perfume mixed with the faint sourness of alcohol. She stares at the ceiling with you for a moment. "You know what's funny?" she says. "One day you're going to look back at today and laugh at yourself. You're going to remember how miserable you were, lying here in the dark over someone who didn't deserve a single second of this. And I'll be there. And I'll laugh with you."

"That day feels really far away."

"Then be patient. Until it comes, I'll help you deal with this mess." She turns her head to look at you. "That's what I'm here for."

You're quiet for a while. Then you say, "Sometimes I envy what you and Yuna have."

"Envy?" she repeats.

"Yeah. You two seem inseparable. Like no matter what happens, you always find your way back to each other." You keep your eyes on the ceiling. "I spent so long walking on eggshells around Ryujin. Trying to understand what she needed, trying to make things work, adjusting myself constantly. And I still couldn't make her stay. If she had just told me what I was doing wrong, I would've fixed it. I would've done anything."

Yeji rolls onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. "That's the problem. You think it's your fault."

"Isn't it?"

"No, dummy. It really wasn’t," Yeji says gently. "You were the only one putting your heart into it. It was one-sided from the start. Ryujin treated it like a transaction—she took what you gave and gave back just enough to keep you there." She exhales quietly. "She never met you halfway. Not emotionally, not at all. No relationship is perfect, but that one… it wasn’t something you could fix by trying harder. She had to try too, and she didn’t.”

You chew on that for a second. "Even you and Yuna?"

"What about us?"

"Your relationship isn't perfect either?"

Yeji flashes a tiny, amused smile. "Do not romanticize my relationship with Yuna. We fight all the time."

"Yeah, but even your fights feel like... part of it. You two argue, you don't speak for a day, one of you gives in and apologizes, and then the other one apologizes three times over, and by dinner you're cuddling on the couch again. You understand each other. You both want the same thing."

"That's because we both want to make it work," Yeji says. "My life is complicated with Yuna. She's a lot. She forgets things, she's loud, she pushes me when I don't want to be pushed." She pauses. "But it's a thousand times worse without her. She’s changed so much from when we first started out. In a good way. She’s been making an effort to do things right. And I appreciate her for it."

"I don't think I'll ever find something like that." You close your eyes. "Maybe I'm just supposed to be alone."

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Yeji chuckles. “You’re starting to sound like someone in a bad movie.”

"I'm serious."

"Come here." She adjusts herself on the bed, scooting closer, and gently pulls your head onto her chest. You tense up for a second, then relax into it, because you're too tired to pretend you don't need this. "You are not going to give up on love because one ungrateful person came into your life, wrecked everything, and then made you feel like it was your fault. That's not how this works. You're kind. You're good. You care too much, which is a problem, but it's the good kind of problem."

"Sorry for being such a burden lately."

"Stop. You always put up with me when I'm PMSing and crying about nothing. Or when Yuna and I are screaming at each other about dishes at seven in the morning. This is nothing compared to that."

“Thanks, Yeji,” you say quietly. “I’m glad you’re here. You’re the best.”

She yawns, long and unrestrained. "I’ll stay with you a bit longer, keep you company until you’re asleep, then I’ll head back to my room. I'm so tired. I can't believe Yuna dragged me to that party."

"Was it at least good?"

Yeji snorts. "It was terrible. The music was awful, the drinks were warm, and some guy tried to explain cryptocurrency to me for twenty minutes."

"Classic."

"Mhm." Her fingers find your hair, and she starts stroking it absently, running her nails lightly across your scalp. She yawns again. "Just... a few more minutes."

She doesn't go to her room.

The conversation fades into silence, and the silence fades into sleep. Her hand slows in your hair, then stops, resting on the back of your head. Your breathing evens out against her chest. The laptop screen eventually dims to black.

—

Morning light slips through the narrow gap in your curtains as your eyes slowly open. The room feels warm, almost hazy. There’s an arm wrapped around you, and for a brief, disorienting second you think it’s Ryujin, your heartbeat catching off guard. Then Yeji’s scent finds you, faint, worn down by sleep, and everything clicks back into place.

She's curled against you, one arm slung over your torso, her face pressed into your shoulder. Still in her clothes from last night. Her blonde hair is fanned out across your pillow, messy and flat on one side. You untangle yourself carefully, lifting her arm and sliding out from under it inch by inch. She mumbles something incoherent and rolls over, pulling the blanket with her. You stand there for a second, watching her sleep in your bed.

Yeji. Roommate. Best friend. The only one who seems to actually care in ways that matter. She remembers what you like, checks on you when it’s late, stays close when you need it without making it a big deal. She falls asleep in your bed just to keep you company. And now you’re watching her, soft and peaceful in your space, and it pulls a real smile out of you, the first one since Ryujin left. She deserves something for that.

You grab a clean shirt, take a shower, brush your teeth for the first time since yesterday, and look at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, but less rough than yesterday. Progress. You step into the kitchen and start on breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee. Nothing complicated. The routine feels steady under your hands, something you can hold onto. It makes you feel like yourself again, not just that sad outline stuck in a dark room. The eggs hit the pan with a soft sizzle, filling the silence, and for a moment, you feel almost okay.

The front door swings open.

Yuna walks in like she's entering a sitcom, sunglasses on, iced coffee in hand, wearing an oversized hoodie that definitely belongs to Yeji. "Hmm, what's that smell?" She lifts her sunglasses onto her head and grins. "Oh my god, is that breakfast? I arrived just in time. The universe provides."

You freeze at the stove, spatula in hand. Yuna sets her iced coffee on the counter and hops up onto a barstool, looking at you expectantly. "So. What are we having?”

"Morning, Yuna."

"Good morning, sunshine. You look like a person today. Major improvement." She takes a sip of her iced coffee and looks around the kitchen like she's assessing the place. "Where's the love of my life? Still sleeping?"

"Yeah, she's out cold."

"Ugh, cute. I'm gonna go peek at her. I love watching her sleep, she does this little thing with her nose where it twitches like a rabbit—"

"She's in my room, by the way."

Yuna pauses with her iced coffee halfway to her mouth. She blinks once. Twice. Then she sets the coffee down and pulls out a chair at the kitchen table, sitting down with a calm that feels almost theatrical. "Oh. Okay."

"It's not—"

"I didn't say anything."

"She came to check on me last night and we talked for a while, and she just kind of... fell asleep. That's it."

Yuna waves a hand at you dismissively, sucking on her straw. "Dude, relax. You don't need to explain. It's not like it's the first time she's passed out somewhere random. Last month she fell asleep in the bathtub reading a book. The girl has a gift." She takes a long pull of her iced coffee, draining the last of it with a loud slurp. "Yeji sleeps where Yeji wants to sleep. I stopped questioning it a long time ago."

You turn back to the stove, cracking two more eggs into the pan. You don't even think about it. You just start making Yuna's plate automatically, the way you've seen Yeji do it a hundred times. Eggs over easy, not scrambled, because Yuna likes to break the yolk with her toast and let it run everywhere. Bacon chopped into small pieces because she eats it like a topping, not a side. Coffee with two sugars and a splash of milk, strong enough to restart a dead car battery. You know that giving Yuna more caffeine at this point is like handing a lit match to a fireworks factory, but she's had a rough morning commute and you figure she's earned it.

"How are you not hungover right now?" you ask, flipping the eggs. "Yeji is literally unconscious in there. She might be dead."

Yuna stretches her arms over her head and yawns. "I have immunity. My dad used to drink soju like water at family dinners and then wake up at six to go fishing. It's genetic."

"That's not how genetics work."

"It's absolutely how genetics work. Yeji just needs more training. She's got potential but she quits too early. Two tequila shots and she's already hugging strangers and telling them she loves their energy."

You snort. You set the plate down in front of Yuna and slide the coffee over. She looks at the food, then up at you, then back at the food. "Wait." She picks up her fork and pokes the egg. The yolk breaks perfectly, golden and runny, pooling around the chopped bacon exactly the way she likes it. She takes a sip of the coffee. Her eyes widen. "How do you know my order?"

"I've watched Yeji make it for you like a thousand times."

"Babe." Yuna puts a hand over her heart. "You can marry me. Seriously. This is exactly right. The bacon is the right size and everything. Yeji always cuts it too big." She shovels a forkful into her mouth and groans. "Oh my god. This is so good. Yeji!"

“She’s asleep, don’t yell.”

"Yeji, your roommate is trying to steal me!" she yell-whispers down the hallway, then immediately goes back to eating. You watch her demolish the plate with an efficiency that borders on athletic. It's genuinely impressive how much food this girl can put away and still look like she just stepped off a runway. Slim, tall, all legs and cheekbones and that slightly unhinged energy that makes people stare at her in public.

You sit down across from her with your own plate. She's already halfway through hers.

"So how are you feeling today?" she asks, mouth still half full. "And be honest. Don't give me that 'I'm fine' thing guys do."

“I think a little better,” you reply after a moment. “Not great. But better than yesterday.”

"Did Yeji help?"

“Yeah,” you admit. “We talked for a while. She said some stuff that… I don’t know, it kind of calmed my head down a bit. I think from now on I’m just going to try to keep busy,” you conclude, exhaling softly, “and not think about Ryujin.”

"Good." Yuna points her fork at you. "That's good. But I want to say something, and I need you to actually hear it."

"Okay."

She sets the fork down and leans forward, elbows on the table. "You're looking at this from the wrong angle. All you're seeing right now is the end of something. And yeah, that sucks. Endings suck. But every ending is also the start of something new. Like, that's not just a feel-good quote on a poster in a dentist's office. That's actually how life works. One door closes, another one opens. I read that somewhere." She frowns. "I just can't remember if it was a book or a tweet. Well, the point stands."

You smile a little. "What's new to start in my life?"

Yuna tilts her head, resting her chin on her hand. She goes quiet for a second, and the quiet is unusual enough coming from her that it makes you pay attention. She's actually thinking. "Okay, here's the thing about you," she says, tone steadier than before. "You don't just dwell on the relationship. You dwell on everything. You're always looking backwards, replaying stuff, going over conversations in your head, trying to figure out where you went wrong. I see you do it. You sit on that couch and you just zone out and I can tell you're somewhere else, somewhere in the past, rewinding the same scene over and over."

You don't say anything, because she's right.

"And the thing about the past is, nobody else is there anymore. Everyone else moved on. Ryujin moved on the second she walked out that door. Your friends from college moved on. The people you used to hang out with moved on. You're the only one still standing in those rooms. And they're empty." She taps the table once with her fingernail. "So get out of there. Come here. Come to the present. Stay here with me and Yeji. We're right here. We have been this whole time."

You don’t know what to say. You just stare at her, because this is Shin Yuna: the same girl who forgot her own anniversary and walked into a job interview wearing flip-flops. And now she’s just seen right through you, naming something you’ve been unable to put into words for months.

"When was the last time the three of us actually did something together?" she asks. "Not just existing in the same apartment. Actually going somewhere, doing something fun, making a memory that doesn't involve you moping and me trying to drag Yeji to a party."

"I... don't remember."

"Exactly. That's my point."

You open your mouth to respond, but then a door opens down the hallway and Yeji shuffles into the kitchen looking like she lost a fight with consciousness and consciousness won. Her blonde hair is sticking up on one side, flat on the other. She's still wearing yesterday's shirt, wrinkled and untucked, and she's squinting at the light like a vampire encountering its first sunrise.

"Can you stop talking so loudly," she mutters, still groggy. "I can hear you from the bedroom. Both of you."

"Good morning, beautiful!" Yuna beams and pats her lap. "Come sit." Yeji drags herself across the kitchen and drops onto Yuna's lap like a sack of flour. She slumps against her, forehead resting on Yuna's shoulder. Yuna wraps both arms around her and squeezes. "You look completely destroyed," Yuna says cheerfully, kissing the top of her head.

"I feel completely destroyed. My head is splitting open. How are you like this? How are you awake and functional and loud?"

"Family talent," Yuna repeats.

"That's not a real thing."

"Drink coffee. It'll fix you." Yuna picks up her own mug and holds it to Yeji's lips. Yeji pushes it away.

“Don’t try to give me yours,” Yeji protests. “It’s got your germs.”

“Babe, we literally make out.”

"That's different." You pour Yeji a fresh cup and set it in front of her. She lifts her head from Yuna's shoulder, takes the mug with both hands, and sips. She closes her eyes. "Thank you," she says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Yuna and I were just talking."

"I was telling him," Yuna announces, bouncing her knee slightly so Yeji sways on her lap, "that the three of us need to actually do something together. Like, go out. Have fun. Now that the viper is no longer in our ecosystem, we can hang out without her calling every twenty minutes to check where he is and who he's with."

Yeji looks at you over the rim of her mug. "What do you think? Could be fun."

“I’m in,” you say, then shrug. “I guess.”

Yeji gives you a look. “Wow. You sound thrilled.”

You sigh, then straighten slightly. "I'm in. For real. Whatever you two want to do, I'm down."

Yuna's eyes light up so fast you can practically hear the gears clicking into place. "Okay so I've been thinking about this. There's this really cute Airbnb near the coast, right on the beach, this friend of a friend posted it on Instagram last week and it has this huge balcony with a grill and—"

"You've been planning this," Yeji says flatly.

"I have not been planning this. I am a spontaneous person who occasionally has well-researched ideas."

"You already looked up the Airbnb."

"I saved the listing. That's not planning, that's bookmarking." Yuna pulls out her phone and starts scrolling. "Look, it's gorgeous. Three bedrooms, right on the water, and it's actually affordable if we split it three ways. I'm talking sunset views, a fire pit, the whole thing."

Yeji leans over to look at the screen. You see something shift in her expression, the tiredness lifting just a little.

"It's actually nice," Yeji admits.

"The best trio in town is back together!" Yuna throws a fist in the air.

"Please do not shout. I am begging you. My head is going to explode."

"Sorry, sorry." Yuna kisses Yeji's forehead gently, then her temple, then the bridge of her nose. "The best trio in town is back together," she whispers.

Across the table, you smile, take a bite of toast, and let a quiet feeling return. Not happiness yet, but the faint outline of it, just beginning to form.

—

The Following Weekend

Through your sunglasses, the sun softens into amber, giving everything that faded, old-photo look. You're lying on a towel, sunglasses on, arms folded behind your head, and the umbrella overhead is casting this perfect circle of shade that covers you from the chest up. Below that, your legs are baking in direct sunlight, and you're completely fine with it. The sand underneath the towel is warm in a way that feels therapeutic.

You breathe in. Salt air, sunscreen, the faintest trace of grilled fish from somewhere down the beach. The breeze comes in off the water every few seconds, just cool enough to keep the heat from being oppressive. You can hear waves. You can hear seagulls being obnoxious about something. You can hear, faintly, Yuna screaming at the ocean from somewhere out in the water.

You can't remember the last time you spent a day outside like this. Not running errands, not walking to the convenience store. Actually outside, on purpose, doing nothing productive and feeling fine about it. Ryujin never liked the beach. Said sand got everywhere and the sun gave her headaches. You went along with it because you went along with everything. Now you're lying here thinking about how stupid that was, avoiding something you enjoy because someone else didn't want to be here.

You push that thought down. Not today.

A shadow falls over you and blocks the amber light. You tilt your sunglasses down and look up.

Yeji is standing there, dripping, silhouetted against the sky. She's wearing a simple black bikini and her body is doing most of the talking. Slim waist, toned legs, that specific kind of fit that comes from being naturally proportioned rather than grinding at the gym. Her blonde hair is wet and slicked back and her skin is glistening and she looks, objectively and indisputably, beautiful. Water runs in thin lines down her stomach and drips off her fingertips onto the sand.

She grabs her towel from the bag and dries her face, her arms, squeezes the water from her hair. Then she drops down next to you on the towel, lying on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows.

"How's the water?" you ask.

"So good. Really refreshing. You should come in."

"I'm good here." You lace your fingers behind your head and settle deeper into the towel. "I'm doing my thing."

"Your thing is lying completely still and staring at the sky."

"Correct."

She just shakes her head, a smile on her face. You both look out at the ocean. Yuna is about fifty meters out, floating on her back with her arms spread wide like a starfish, completely motionless. The waves are gently rocking her and she looks like she's achieved some kind of enlightenment out there.

"She's having the best day of her life right now," you say.

Yeji laughs softly. "Yuna is always having the best day of her life. That's kind of her whole deal."

"Must be nice." You say it without any bitterness. You actually mean it. "I genuinely can't be sad around her. She radiates too much energy."

“She straight-up forbids it. Told me once she takes sadness personally.” Yeji rolls her eyes. “She’s insane. But it works.”

You watch a couple walk by near the water's edge. A kid further down the beach is trying to build something ambitious with a plastic bucket. Normal people doing normal things. It feels nice to be part of the scenery instead of hiding from it. Yeji stretches her arms above her head, arching her back, and then turns to you. "Can you put sunscreen on me? Yuna did it before but she basically slapped it on like she was buttering toast and then ran straight into the ocean."

"That tracks." You sit up and grab the sunscreen from the bag. Yeji turns so her back is facing you, pulling her wet hair over one shoulder. You squeeze a line of sunscreen across your palm and start working it into her shoulders. Her skin is warm from the sun and still slightly damp, and you can feel the ridge of her shoulder blades under your hands, the narrowness of her frame. She's thinner than you realized. Small, almost. Up close you can see a faint scattering of freckles across the backs of her shoulders that the sun is pulling out.

"Are you actually enjoying yourself today?" she asks while you work the sunscreen down her spine. "Tell me the truth. I don't want you to be here just because we asked and you didn't know how to say no. I know you."

"You do know me."

"That's not an answer."

You smooth the sunscreen across her lower back, careful and even. "I'm enjoying it. For real. I feel like my brain has slowed down for the first time in weeks. Usually it's going a hundred directions at once and I can't grab onto any one thought long enough to finish it. But here I can only think about one thing at a time."

"The beach does that," she says. "Something about the sound of the waves just turns everything else off."

"I think it's actually you and Yuna."

She turns her head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Being around you two. Your presence just... makes everything quieter in here." You tap the side of your head with a sunscreen-covered finger and immediately regret it. "Shit."

Yeji snorts and turns around fully, reaching up and wiping the white smudge off your temple with her thumb. "You're cute. And also an idiot."

You huff a laugh. "Those two things are my entire personality."

“Sadly accurate,” she replies.

You finish with the sunscreen and cap the bottle. Right on cue, Yuna comes jogging up from the water, dripping everywhere, hair plastered to her face and neck. She's wearing a red bikini and somehow, after swimming for forty minutes, she looks like she just walked out of a music video. Legs that go on forever, a flat stomach with that belly button piercing catching the light, and a grin so wide it could sell toothpaste. She grabs a towel and wraps herself up like a burrito, plopping down next to both of you.

"Okay," she announces. "Plans. Tonight. I Googled and there's a lot going on near here. There's this really great steakhouse that has like four and a half stars, and there's a karaoke bar two blocks from our Airbnb, and there's a seafood restaurant that got written up in some food blog, and I also saw this cute little wine bar—"

"Yuna." Yeji holds up a hand. "We're not spending a fortune. Let's pick one thing. Something decent and within budget."

“You’re so cheap,” Yuna says, giving her a look.

Yeji barely glances at her. “It’s called being financially responsible.”

Yuna snorts. “Wow. You sound like my mom.”

Yeji shrugs. “Good. When we live together, I’m handling the budget. End of discussion.”

Yuna perks up immediately. "Speaking of which. When is that happening? You keep pushing it back."

Yeji sighs. "We still need to figure out the logistics. Whether we'd move into your apartment or stay at my place. Or find somewhere new entirely."

"I love your place," Yuna says without hesitation. "It's spacious, the kitchen is amazing, the neighborhood is great. I don't see the problem."

"The problem is I don't live alone, so—"

"It's fine." You cut in, and both of them look at you. "Seriously. Yuna's welcome. She basically lives there already. She has a toothbrush in the bathroom and her shampoo takes up the entire shower shelf."

Yuna points at you triumphantly. "See? He gets it."

"You're sure?" Yeji asks, studying your face.

"I'm sure. I like having her around. The apartment is better when it's loud."

Yeji goes quiet for a moment, thinking it over. “We’ll talk about it properly when we get home,” she says at last.

"Great. It's decided. For now—" She lunges for her bag and digs out her phone. "Selfie. The three of us. Right now." She grabs your arm and pulls you down until you're lying flat on the towel. Yeji lies down on your other side, pressing close. Yuna reaches over and plucks the sunglasses off your face.

"Hey—"

She slides them onto herself and holds the phone up above the three of you. You're in the middle, Yuna on your left with your stolen sunglasses and a wild grin, Yeji on your right with her wet blonde hair splayed out and a soft smile. "Everyone look hot," Yuna commands. "Three, two, one—" Click. "Okay, now a kissing one."

“A what?” you ask, blinking at her.

But Yuna is already pressing her lips to your left cheek. Yeji catches on without a beat and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your right cheek. You feel the warmth of both of them on either side of your face, Yuna's lips slightly cold from the ocean, Yeji's warm and dry. Your expression in the photo is probably something between confusion and genuine happiness and you don't care.

Click. Yuna pulls the phone back and inspects the shot. "Oh my god. This is perfect. We look like a happy little throuple."

"Don't say that," Yeji mutters, but she's leaning over to look at the photo too, and she doesn't look bothered. She looks fond.

"It's true though. Look at us. We're adorable." Yuna saves the photo and drops her phone back in the bag. "Okay. One more swim, then food. I'm starving. Genuinely about to eat sand." She unwraps herself from the towel, tosses it dramatically over the bag, and takes off toward the water at a full sprint, leaping over someone's sandcastle on the way. The kid building it stares after her in shock.

Yeji watches her go, shaking her head. Then she reaches into the bag and pulls out her phone and her AirPods case. She opens it and holds one out to you. "Want to listen to something?"

"Yeah." You take the earbud and settle it in. She does the same with hers, scrolling through her phone until she finds the playlist. Your playlist. The one you two accidentally built over months of sharing songs back and forth, late nights in the kitchen, lazy Sunday mornings. She hits play and the first track starts, something mellow and warm, and you both lie back on the towel, shoulders almost touching, staring at the sky through the umbrella's shadow.

The waves surge forward and retreat again. Yuna shouts something lost to the wind and water. Music lingers in the silence between you and Yeji. You let your eyes fall shut and think of nothing in particular — just existing in the moment.

—

The rest of the day passes in a haze of sunlight and Yuna’s tireless energy. She sets a pace that would kill a marathon runner, bouncing from street to street with her phone out, filming everything, narrating stories for her ten thousand Instagram followers like she's hosting a travel show. "When I blow up," she says, angling her phone to catch the sunset behind a row of pastel-colored buildings, "and I will blow up, I'm going to look back at these early posts and cry. This is my origin story. Every influencer has one."

"You've been saying that for two years," Yeji says, walking beside her with her hands in the pockets of her shorts.

"Consistency is key,” Yuna declares. “That's literally what every podcast about success says. Also, when I'm a millionaire, you will never have to work again. I'll support you fully. You can just lie on the couch and read and be pretty."

"That sounds like my retirement plan anyway,” Yeji replies.

“See?” Yuna grins. “I’m already manifesting it.”

You trail behind them, quietly amused, watching Yuna turn everything into content. She films the street food vendor. She films a stray cat sitting on a wall. She films Yeji pretending to ignore the camera and then breaking into a reluctant smile. You stay out of frame mostly, which suits you fine. You've always been more comfortable observing than performing.

The aquarium was Yeji’s pick, and the change in her is immediate. Whatever exhaustion she had earlier vanishes the second you walk in. She makes her way from tank to tank with a kind of quiet fascination, pressing close, reading everything. When she gets to the jellyfish, she pauses completely, just stands there, eyes wide, taking in the slow, luminous movement. You linger behind her, watching, and the way she’s so effortlessly absorbed in something she loves catches you off guard, leaves you smiling.

“That one’s you,” Yuna says, appearing beside you and pointing at a clownfish darting around an anemone..

“And why is that supposed to be me?” you ask.

“Orange. Cute. A bit of a clown. Likes hiding in something bigger than itself,” she elaborates.

“Okay, ‘orange’ is already wrong. And I’m not a clown,” you argue.

She taps your shoulder. “It’s meant nicely,” she assures.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mumble.

“Still counts,” she replies.

Outside the aquarium, you're walking through a garden path that connects to the main boardwalk. Yeji is a few steps ahead, talking to Yuna about something. You notice a flower growing along the edge of the path, pale pink, delicate, bending slightly under its own weight. You slow down without thinking about it, crouch, and pick it carefully at the stem.

You close the gap to Yeji, and before she can turn around, you reach from behind and tuck the flower gently behind her ear, sliding it into place against her blonde hair. "A flower for a flower," you say casually.

Yeji reaches up to brush her fingers over it, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks as she dips her head.

"She looks beautiful," Yuna says softly from beside you. Yeji clears her throat and keeps walking, but her fingers stay near the flower for a long time after that, adjusting it, making sure it doesn't fall.

By the end of the afternoon you're carrying four shopping bags that don't belong to you. Two are Yuna's, filled with things she absolutely did not need but bought on principle because they were on sale. One is Yeji's, a single tasteful purchase wrapped in tissue paper. The fourth is also Yuna's and contains a hat she put on once, decided she looked "unhinged" in, and bought anyway. You're just the designated pack mule, apparently, but you find you don't really mind.

—

Dinner is at the seafood place because Yeji vetoed the steakhouse on budget grounds and you backed her up, and Yuna accepted defeat with minimal grumbling. The girls disappear into their room to get ready and come out looking like they belong on a red carpet. Yuna is in a short black dress and Yeji is in a fitted dark green top and a skirt that makes her legs look endless. You stare for a second too long and then busy yourself looking for your keys.

The food is incredible and the conversation flows easily, the three of you trading plates and stealing bites and arguing about whether octopus is ethical to eat. You land on the side of "probably not but it's too delicious to stop" and Yuna declares you a pragmatist, which she says is the sexiest type of intellectual.

After dinner, Yuna steers the group toward the karaoke bar despite Yeji's protests, and within twenty minutes you're in a private room with colorful lights bouncing off the walls and a beer in your hand and Yuna stands on the booth, singing Ed Sheeran at full volume into the mic, but all her focus is on Yeji. She’s delivering “Perfect” straight to her. Yeji covers her face with both hands but you can see her smiling through her fingers. Yuna drops to her knees on the booth cushion and serenades her from inches away, and Yeji finally breaks and laughs, pulling her in by the collar and kissing her to shut her up. You clap from your corner of the booth like you're watching the finale of a concert.

The drinks keep coming. You keep track of Yuna's intake the way you always do, nudging a glass of water toward her between rounds. “Drink that,” you tell her.

“I’m fine,” Yuna insists.

“Drink the water, Yuna,” you repeat, more pointed.

“You’re not my dad,” she shoots back.

“Drink it, or I’m cutting you off,” you warn. She drinks it, but she makes a face like you asked her to swallow medicine. Yeji catches your eye across the table and mouths thank you.

—

By the time you get back, Yuna can barely find the front door. She's leaning against you with one arm slung over your shoulder, giggling at something that happened forty minutes ago that wasn't even funny the first time. "Where are we," she mumbles as you guide her through the door. "Is this our house? Did we buy a house?"

“It’s the Airbnb,” you remind her.

"We should buy a house."

Yeji kicks off her heels and then kneels down to unbuckle Yuna's, pulling them off one at a time while Yuna sways above her. Yuna immediately walks to the living room and collapses face-first onto the fluffy rug in front of the couch. "I live here now," she announces into the rug.

Yeji sits down on the floor, leaning her back against the sofa, stretching her legs out. "We should shower and go to sleep. Today was long."

"No." Yuna rolls onto her back. "Let's talk."

"We can talk literally any time tomorrow. We have the whole day."

"It's different now." Yuna lifts a hand and gestures vaguely at the ceiling. "Late at night. It's more intimate. The defenses are down. We can be truly ourselves. Nighttime is truth time.”

"You're talking like a drunk philosopher."

You lower yourself onto the rug, lying on your back with your hands on your stomach. It’s incredibly soft under you. "She's got a point, actually."

Yeji looks at you. "Not you too."

"Remember when we both had insomnia? Those nights in the kitchen at like three AM?" You turn your head to look at her. "We talked about stuff we never talked about during the day. Real stuff. You told me about your dad. I told you about the panic attacks I used to get in college. We opened up more because something about that hour just makes honesty easier."

Yeji holds your gaze for a long beat. Then she sighs and lies down on the rug between you and Yuna, staring at the ceiling. "Fine. Thirty minutes. Then sleep.” Yuna nods obediently. “What do you want to talk about?" Yeji asks, folding her hands on her stomach.

"This," Yuna says.

"This what?"

"Exactly. Let's reflect a little." Yuna adjusts so she's lying on her side, facing both of you. Her makeup is slightly smudged and her hair is messy and she looks less like a force of nature and more like a girl on a rug in the middle of the night.

"When I started dating Yeji," she begins, "I knew she was the girl of my life. Like, immediately. First month in, I already knew. I just felt it. When I found out she was sharing a house with a guy, I was jealous. I'm not gonna lie. I pictured some dude trying to make moves on my girlfriend and I wanted to fight him."

"Understandable," you say.

"But then I met you, and you were just... you. This sweet, calm, nerdy dude who made us dinner and asked if I had food allergies." She smiles. "I adored you immediately. And I was happy, because Yeji had someone looking out for her when I wasn't there. That mattered to me."

"You make it sound very noble," Yeji murmurs. "You interrogated him for thirty minutes the first time."

"That was vetting. It's different."

You laugh quietly. "You literally asked me if I had a criminal record."

"And you didn't! So it worked out."

Yeji shakes her head against the rug, smiling. Yuna’s voice shifts as she looks up at the ceiling, her face taking on a seriousness she doesn’t show often. "Before Yeji, when I went out with guys, it always ended the same way. Things would be great at first, and then at some point they'd start trying to change me. My skirts were too short. I talked too much. I was too loud, too reckless, too dumb."

"You're not dumb," Yeji says immediately.

"I know I'm not, babe. But they made me believe I was. Over and over, different guys, same thing. And I started to think maybe they were right. Maybe I was just... too much." The room sits in silence, broken only by the ocean murmuring through the windows. "Then I met you," Yuna says, and she's looking at you. "And from day one, you were different. You let me into your space. Your home, your routine with Yeji, all of it. You didn't flinch when I was loud. You didn't roll your eyes when I talked too much. You cooked for me and asked what I liked and what I didn't like. You remembered that I hate mushrooms after I mentioned it one time." She pauses. "Girls notice that stuff. Those small things. They're not small to us."

"Yuna—" you start.

“Let me finish.” She draws in a steady breath. “Somewhere along the way, you became my friend too. One of the best I’ve ever had. And I’m about to say something I’d never admit if it weren’t one in the morning and I hadn’t had six drinks.” Your heart kicks against your ribs. Beside you, Yeji goes completely still.

“I was jealous of Ryujin,” she continues. “And I was angry at her, too. Because she had you — and she didn’t deserve you. I watched her treat you like an afterthought for years, and it drove me insane. I kept thinking… I could do better. I would do better. I could love you the way you deserved and actually make you happy.”

“Yuna,” you say, your heartbeat going oddly uneven.

"Your smile is precious. Do you know that? When you actually smile, it lights up your whole face and it makes everyone around you feel warm. And Ryujin almost killed that smile. She almost took it away completely."

You push yourself up onto your elbows. "Okay. That's... a lot. You're drunk. You're emotional. Maybe we should just go to—"

“I’m not that drunk,” she snaps.

"You asked if we bought a house fifteen minutes ago."

“I’m drunk enough to be honest and sober enough to mean it,” she says firmly. “I know what I'm saying.”

You look at Yeji for help, expecting her to step in, to redirect, to do the sensible thing she always does. "Yeji, she can't just... say that sort of thing around her girlfriend. Right? That's..."

"Why not?" Yuna asks. "Why can't I say it around her?"

"Because she's your girlfriend and you're saying you have feelings for me, and that's—"

"What if that's how she feels too?" Yuna's gaze shifts to Yeji. "Probably even more than I feel. Tell him, babe. Tell him I'm wrong."

The ocean outside keeps up its rhythm, waves rolling in and slipping back out, oblivious to whatever is happening on this rug. Yeji lies on her back, gaze fixed on the ceiling. She avoids Yuna completely. Slowly, she turns her head toward you. There’s no guard in her expression, just fragility, a hint of fear, and it’s a look you’ve never seen from her in all your years under the same roof.

“It’s true,” she says softly.

You swallow hard. Your throat feels tight and your brain is doing that thing where it tries to process seventeen thoughts at once and fails at all of them. You sit up on the rug and scratch the back of your head, staring at the floor between your knees. "I don't know what to say," you manage.

"You don't need to say anything," Yuna says gently. "We're not asking for a speech. We just... wanted to stop carrying this around. It's been heavy. For both of us. We're just confessing something we've kept to ourselves for a really long time, and now it's out, and we can handle these feelings like adults."

"Can we, though?" You let out a shaky laugh. "Because I'm not handling anything right now. I'm sitting on a rug having a minor cardiac event."

Yuna smiles softly. "That's a normal response."

She pushes herself upright and sits cross-legged on the rug, turning toward you. A strand of blonde hair gets tucked neatly behind her ear as she takes a quiet breath. "You and I have been friends since college," she starts. "Freshman year. That horrible statistics class. You sat next to me because every other seat was taken and you looked like you wanted to die, and I looked like I wanted to die, and somehow that was enough of a foundation to build an entire friendship on. After class we'd go get coffee, and I'd complain about whatever disaster my life was that week, and you'd sit there and listen. Every single time." She picks at a thread on the rug. "You were there for me during the worst period of my life. My parents' divorce, the thing with my sister, all of that happened sophomore year, and I genuinely do not know what that time would have looked like without you. I think about it sometimes. What if I'd sat in a different seat that first day. What if I'd skipped that lecture. I probably would have. I almost did."

"I'm glad you didn't," you say quietly.

"Me too." She pauses. "Back in the dorms, I had that roommate. Lia. She was fine. She was perfectly fine. She was clean, she was quiet, she went to sleep at ten and woke up at six and never once did anything interesting or annoying or memorable. And every night I'd come back from hanging out with you, and I'd lie on that tiny dorm bed staring at Lia's motivational poster about sunrises, and I'd think... I want to live with him instead."

“You never told me that,” you mutter.

"Because it's a weird thing to think about a guy you've known for six months. But I couldn't help it. Because it was always so easy with you." Her eyes are getting glassy now but she keeps going, keeps her composure. "I'd have the worst day. Bombed an exam, fought with my mom on the phone, whatever. And I'd text you, and we'd meet at that shitty café near campus, and within five minutes I'd be turning my problems into jokes. These horrible, self-deprecating, deeply unfunny jokes that somehow we both found hilarious. And you'd do the same thing. You'd tell me about your anxiety, or your family stuff, or whatever was eating at you, and you'd frame it as this absurd comedy, and we'd both just sit there laughing until we were crying, and the barista would look at us like we were insane."

"We were insane,” you argue.

"We were. It was this tragicomedy that only worked between us. Nobody else got it. I'd try to explain it to other people and they'd just stare at me." She wipes the corner of her eye with her thumb. "And then I'd go back to the dorm, back to Lia and her sunrise poster, and I'd lie there thinking... today wasn't so bad. Actually today was kind of great. All because of him."

Yuna stays perfectly still, her gaze on Yeji, tender and patient, as if she already knows every part of the story and treasures her more for sharing it.

"I kept thinking about what it would be like," Yeji continues. "To actually live with you. To build a routine. Our own little bubble. Where I could come home and you'd be there, and we'd cook dinner and talk about nothing and it would be enough." She laughs, small and wet. "And when I finally got the nerve to bring it up, I rehearsed it for a week. I had a whole pitch prepared. Rent split, chore schedule, noise rules. I was so scared you'd say no."

"You were shaking when you asked me," you recall. "I thought you were about to tell me someone died."

"I was terrified. And then you just said yes. Like it was obvious. Like of course you'd move in with me, why wouldn't you. And I went home that night and I cried in my car for twenty minutes because I was so happy."

"Yeji..."

"And it was perfect. It was everything I imagined. Better, even. The routine we built, the inside jokes, the way you'd leave coffee out for me in the morning even though you don't drink coffee yourself, you just made it because you knew I needed it. I didn't want anything to change. I thought, this is it. This is my life and it's good and I don't need anything else."

She goes quiet. You know what comes next.

"Then Ryujin showed up. And all that attention you gave me, the little things, the coffee, the cooking, the way you'd check on me when I was quiet for too long, all of that got redirected to her. And I understood it. You were in love. That's what people do. But she didn't earn it. She didn't deserve any of it. I watched her take everything you offered and treat it like it was nothing, like it was expected, and I was so angry. Not at you. At her. Because I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of your kindness, and I knew she was wasting it."

“I knew you didn’t really like Ryujin,” you say. “She could be a little difficult, sure. But I had no idea it went beyond that. Why didn't you ever say anything?”

"Because there was too much to lose." She looks at you directly now. "If I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same way, I'd lose the friendship. I'd lose the apartment. I'd lose you. And having you as my friend, having you in the next room, even if I couldn't have you the way I wanted, was still better than not having you at all. So I kept my mouth shut. And I watched Ryujin treat you like an option for years, and I respected your relationship even though it killed me. So I buried it. I buried it and I dated Yuna and I loved Yuna — I love Yuna — and I told myself that was the answer. That I'd gotten what I needed from a different place and the thing with you was just residual, some leftover attachment that would fade." She exhales. "It didn't fade."

Your hands are trembling. You look down at them and they're actually visibly shaking, your fingers twitching against your knees. Two girls. Two beautiful, incredible girls, lying on a rug in a rented apartment at one in the morning, telling you they love you. You have spent years believing that love was something you had to earn through constant effort, through bending yourself into shapes that fit someone else's expectations, and even then it wasn't enough. You weren't trained for this.

"I think I love you too," you say, and regret it immediately. "No. I don't think. I know. Sorry. I know I love you." You rub your face with both hands. "You were always everything I imagined in a perfect girl. You've always been this person I looked at and thought, she's too good. She's too smart, too funny, too kind, too beautiful. There's no way she'd ever look at me like that. So I convinced myself that what I felt was friendship. I categorized it, I filed it away, I told myself that's all it was because the alternative was too big and too scary."

"And Yuna." You turn to her. "You and Yeji are my favorite people. Both of you. I just... no girl has ever said these things to me before. Nobody has ever looked at me and said I was worth choosing. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."

Yuna sits up and scoots closer, resting her head against your shoulder. "You're starting to overthink again," she says. "I can hear the gears grinding from here. Don't do it. We're not asking you to solve a puzzle. We just want to know one thing. Do you want this? To belong to us. And to let us belong to you."

You look at Yeji. Tears are running silently down her cheeks, catching the low light. She reaches up and wipes one away with the heel of her hand.

"I know it's strange," she says, and her attempt at composure is barely holding. "But the three of us were never really normal. We never had a normal friendship, a normal living situation, a normal anything. Maybe this is just the next version of what we've always been." She sniffs. "It could work. If you want to try. But only if you actually want to, not because you feel pressured, not because you feel sorry for us, not because you think it's what we need to hear. I know you just got out of a relationship. I know you're still hurting. Maybe this wasn't the right time. Maybe Yuna was reckless bringing it up tonight."

"I was strategically brave," Yuna corrects quietly.

Yeji almost smiles. "Maybe this was terrible timing. And if you need time, we'll give you time. Nothing changes between us if you say no. I need you to know that."

Yuna's hand finds yours on the rug. Her fingers slip between yours. You look down at your intertwined hands. You look at Yeji, sitting there with tears on her face and her heart ripped open on the floor in front of you.

You squeeze Yuna's hand. "I love you both. We can figure this out, the three of us.” Yuna's grip tightens on your fingers. “The friendship doesn't end, it just... grows into something bigger. Something that's been trying to happen for a long time, I think. And I promise I won't mess it up. I'll figure it out as I go, but I won't mess it up."

Yuna lifts her head from your shoulder and presses a long, firm kiss to your cheek. "Just keep being who you are," she murmurs against your skin. "That's what we fell for. Don't try to become someone else. You do that. You adjust yourself for people. Not with us."

Then Yuna looks over at Yeji and gives her a small nod. A little tilt of her chin that says go.

Yeji shifts forward on the rug, closing the distance between you on her knees. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can see the tear tracks drying on her cheeks, close enough that you can smell her perfume underneath the salt and alcohol. She places both hands on your shoulders, her fingers curling lightly into the fabric of your shirt.

She looks into your eyes as if she’s saving the moment for later. "I guess it's time to find out if you're a good kisser," she says, aiming for nonchalance, her trembling hands betraying her.

"If I'm bad at it, lie," you tell her. "I'm emotionally fragile right now. I cannot handle criticism."

She laughs. It breaks out of her wet and bright, cracking through the tears, and it lights up her whole face. "Deal," she manages.

She takes one more breath. Her fingers tighten on your shoulders. And then she closes the distance all at once, pressing her lips to yours like she's afraid she'll lose her nerve if she hesitates for even a second longer. It begins lightly, careful even, before something in her gives way; she leans in with her full weight, hands slipping up to your jaw and cheeks, pulling you closer. Her mouth opens against yours and you taste salt from her tears and the faint sweetness of whatever she drank tonight and underneath all of it just Yeji. Her tongue meets yours, the kiss turns deeper, more urgent, more raw. She presses into you, leaning forward until you lose your balance and fall back onto the rug with Yeji above you.

She doesn't stop. She kisses you with her full body, her hands cradling your face, her hips settling against yours, her chest pressed flat to your chest. Years of restraint unraveling in real time. You hold her waist, your fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, and you kiss her back with everything you've been pretending was friendship. When your lips finally part, you're both breathing hard. Yeji stays on top of you, her forehead resting against yours, her thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

"So?" Yuna asks from somewhere to your left. "Scale of one to ten. How's the kiss?"

Yeji doesn't look away from you. "Ten," she says softly.

"Are you being sincere or just being nice?" you ask, your hands still on her waist.

She touches her nose to yours. Her eyes are red and swollen and shining and she's smiling so wide it looks like it hurts. "I have never been so sincere in my life," she says. Then she kisses you again, light and fleeting, as if to seal it.

Yuna watches from the side with her chin resting on her fist, grinning like she just orchestrated a heist. Which, in a way, she kind of did. "I think," she announces, "that I deserve a kiss too. As a reward. For saving the night."

Yeji, still hovering close to you, shoots her a look. "You almost ruined everything."

"Almost is the key word there. My intuition never fails me." She shrugs, unbothered. "I read the room. I made the move. I was right. You're welcome."

Yeji rolls her eyes but shifts to the side, giving Yuna space. Yuna crawls across the rug toward you on her hands and knees, stopping right in front of your face. From this close, her eyes shine with alcohol, hazy on the surface but focused underneath, fixed on you. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she murmurs. "But it feels so right that I don't even care."

She kisses you. And where Yeji's kiss was emotional, layered with years of restraint finally breaking open, Yuna's kiss is heat. Pure, immediate, consuming heat. She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you in, and her mouth is confident and demanding, her tongue sliding against yours without any hesitation. She kisses with full intensity, no filter, no holding back. Your hand instinctively goes to the back of her neck and she makes a low, satisfied sound against your lips.

When she pulls back, she bites down on your lower lip and tugs it gently, releasing it slowly. She holds eye contact the entire time, and the look on her face makes your heart slam against your ribs. "Ryujin will never have you back now," she says, still inches from your mouth. "Even if she begged."

You turn to Yeji, still catching your breath. "So? Was that weird for you? Watching your girlfriend kiss me?"

Yeji holds your gaze for a long moment, her face unreadable, before she says flatly, “That actually turned me on a lot.”

"Yes!" Yuna throws both fists up. "Triple kiss. Right now. Let's go."

They both move toward you and you hold up your hands. "Full disclosure, I have never done a three-way kiss before. I don't know the logistics."

"Don't worry about logistics." Yuna grabs one side of your face and Yeji takes the other. "We'll teach you everything. Throughout this entire relationship, we are going to corrupt your purity in every single imaginable way."

“That sounds like both a promise and a threat,” you murmur, smiling despite yourself.

The triple kiss is awkward at first. Someone's nose bumps someone else's chin. Yuna giggles against your mouth and the vibration throws Yeji off and then all three of you are laughing, foreheads pressed together, trying again. The alcohol in their systems isn't exactly helping with coordination. But then Yuna tilts her head just right and Yeji adjusts and suddenly all three mouths find each other and it clicks. Three tongues, three sets of lips, this strange and messy tangle that shouldn't work but does. It's weird. It's incredibly hot. You feel Yuna's teeth graze your lip at the same time Yeji's tongue brushes yours and your brain short-circuits for a solid three seconds.

When you all break apart, breathing heavy, Yuna runs her hand slowly across your chest. Her fingers trace the line of your collarbone through your shirt, then down your sternum. "So," she says, her palm flat against your chest, feeling your heartbeat. "Since we're all clearly horny for each other and the vibes are immaculate... how about we find out what our chemistry is like in bed?"

"Subtle," Yeji says.

"I'm not trying to be subtle. I'm trying to get laid. Drunken sex is way better as a threesome."

Yeji narrows her eyes. "How would you know that?"

"I heard about it," Yuna says way too quickly. "From a friend. Moving on."

Yeji turns to you, checking in. "What do you think?"

You glance at Yuna, then at Yeji; two stunning girls, cheeks warm, eyes a little hazy, both of them fixed on you like nothing else exists. And they've just said they love you. You let that hang for a second before you smile. “Well,” you say, “if we’ve come this far… we might as well see it through.”

Yuna pumps her fist. The three of you stand up, Yuna swaying dangerously and grabbing your arm for balance.

You end up in the girls' room because it has the biggest bed, a king-size with white sheets that looks almost absurdly inviting.

You start unbuttoning your shirt, fingers working down the front. "Quick question. Are there condoms here?"

Yuna, already pulling her dress over her head, pauses with the fabric bunched around her shoulders. "Normally it's not necessary between the two of us. If you catch my drift."

"So... raw?"

"Drunken, raw sex." She gets the dress off and tosses it somewhere behind her. "It's the perfect combination."

"You're insane," Yeji says, unzipping her skirt.

"Everyone calls me insane, but nobody ever applauds my foresight." Yuna holds up a finger. "I prudently purchased emergency contraception pills in advance. In case my plan worked."

Yeji freezes mid-zip. "You actually bought them?"

"Of course I bought them. This was all part of my foolproof plan." She gestures at the three of you. "Step one, confess feelings. Step two, make out. Step three, have incredible sex. Step four, morning-after pill. I am a responsible adult."

"You can’t even remember your own anniversary," Yeji scoffs.

"I’m selectively responsible," Yuna shoots back. “Now hush and strip.”

You pull your shirt off over your head, then undo your belt and step out of your pants. The girls are undressing across from you. Yeji unhooks her skirt and lets it drop, standing in a matching black bra and panties, her body slim and defined, her waist pulling in neatly and her shoulders subtly strong. At a glance she looks delicate, but there’s clear muscle in her arms and a firm, flat stomach with the slightest hint of abs from workouts she never mentions. The lamplight catches on her collarbones, highlighting their shape.

Yuna’s next to her wearing only panties, no bra — naturally. She’s built on long, clean lines, her torso slim before it flares into rounded hips that give her shape. Her legs are long and toned, almost exaggerated in length, and her waist narrows sharply above them, tying it all together. Her breasts are small and perky, nipples already stiff in the cool air, and she stands there with zero self-consciousness, one hand on her hip.

"Surprised?" Yuna says, gesturing at her bare chest.

"Not really," Yeji replies, reaching behind her own back to unclasp her bra. "You could literally see your nipples through the fabric of that dress all night."

"That was intentional." Yuna reaches over and helps Yeji slide the bra straps down her arms. Yeji's breasts are similar in size, small and firm, proportional to her slender frame. The two of them stand there topless, shoulder to shoulder, looking at you sitting on the edge of the bed in your underwear.

"By the way," Yuna tilts her head, "have you two ever seen each other naked before?"

You and Yeji both say "No" at the same time.

"Actually," Yeji corrects, "I saw you in a towel once. That’s as far as we’ve gotten."

"You walked in early," you point out. "I had no idea you were home. That hardly counts."

"I know," she says simply, eyes lingering on you. "Still stuck with me, though.”

"You're blushing," Yuna observes with delight.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" you mutter. Yuna just smiles, amused.

You draw in a slow breath, trying to steady yourself, but it doesn’t really help. The two of them are right there, framed by the soft spill of bedroom light, and the reality of it presses in all at once. You glance between them, a little lost, a little overwhelmed.

"I—" you start, then stop, a quiet, almost nervous laugh slipping out. "You’re… both of you, you’re seriously the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen." It comes out unpolished, honest to a fault. You shake your head faintly, trying to catch up with your own words. "I don’t even know how I’m supposed to act right now.”

They exchange a glance. Then they walk toward you together, and Yuna puts her hand on your chest and pushes gently. "Hey," she murmurs, "relax. You’re overthinking it." Her thumb brushes lightly where her hand rests. "You're here specifically to avoid doing that, remember?"

You huff a quiet breath, nodding. "Yeah… You're right, I was overthinking. Sorry. Kinda automatic at this point."

Yuna's eyes soften. "It’s just us. Same chemistry as always." A faint grin. "Just go with it.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

They both smile and climb onto the bed on either side of you and pull you down onto your back. Immediately it becomes a tangle of mouths and hands, lips finding lips, tongues meeting, a three-way rotation that has no structure and doesn't need one. You kiss Yeji while Yuna bites your earlobe. You kiss Yuna while Yeji drags her lips across your jaw. Your hands explore both of them, sliding over warm skin, the dip of Yuna's waist, the ridge of Yeji's hip bone. You cup both of their breasts, one in each palm, feeling how similar they are in size, small enough to fit perfectly in your hands. You squeeze gently and Yuna arches into your touch while Yeji lets out a slow breath against your neck.

You turn to Yuna and take her breast into your mouth, your tongue circling her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder. She tangles her fingers in your hair and grips, pulling your head closer.

"Fuck, that feels good," she breathes, her hips shifting against the mattress.

Meanwhile, Yeji's mouth finds your neck and she kisses a trail down to your collarbone, her teeth grazing the skin just enough to make you shiver. Her hand slides down your chest, your stomach, tracing the waistband of your underwear before pressing flat against the hard outline of your cock through the fabric. She feels you throb against her palm and her fingers curl around the shape of you through the cotton.

When you release Yuna's breast, she's already pushing your shoulder down until you're flat on your back. Each girl is on one side of you now, propped up on their elbows, and they both reach for your waistband at the same time. They tug your underwear down together, Yuna pulling one side, Yeji the other, working them past your hips and down your thighs until you kick them off the rest of the way.

Your cock stands fully hard against your stomach, thick and flushed. Yuna stares at it. Then she wraps her fingers around the shaft and gives one slow, experimental stroke. "Okay, wow. This is a trustworthy husband's dick right here." She strokes again, measuring. "Perfect size. Perfect thickness. Like it was engineered."

"Thank you," you manage. "I think."

"I haven't held a real cock in so long," she says, almost wistfully. "I've just been sucking on strap-ons."

"Please don't make me insecure about not having a real penis," Yeji says dryly.

"Never, babe." Yuna leans over and gives Yeji a quick kiss. "I love your pussy. Wouldn't trade it for anything in this world." She turns back to your cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "But also, this is really nice. Yeji, get him wet for me."

Both girls shift downward on the bed, settling between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch, because there is no universe in which you're going to miss this. Yuna on your left, Yeji on your right, both of their faces inches from your cock, their breath warm against the sensitive skin.

You tremble when the first mouth makes contact. It's Yeji, pressing her lips softly to the underside of your shaft, just below the head. A gentle, almost experimental kiss. Then Yuna mirrors her on the other side, her lips dragging slowly along the length, planting a trail of wet kisses from base to tip. They take their time, savoring, exploring. Yeji's tongue traces a long, flat stripe up one side while Yuna's tongue follows the same path on the other. When they reach the tip, their tongues meet, swirling around the head together, lapping at the sensitive underside where the frenulum is, and the sight alone nearly breaks you. Two beautiful girls, cheek to cheek, their lips glistening, taking turns flicking their tongues across the slit.

"You're twitching already," Yuna murmurs against your skin. "We barely started."

"Give him a break," Yeji says, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your cock. "He's been in a monogamous relationship for years. This is probably a lot."

"It's a lot," you confirm.

Yuna grins and wraps her lips around the head, just the tip, sucking gently. She holds it there, her tongue circling lazily inside her mouth, and your hips jerk involuntarily. She pulls off with a wet sound and looks up at you through her lashes. "Sensitive boy," she teases.

"Can you blame me?"

"Not even a little,” Yuna concedes.

Yeji takes her turn, sliding her lips over the head and sinking down slowly, taking you inch by inch. She's meticulous about it, controlled, her mouth tight and wet as she works her way down the shaft. She gets about halfway before pulling back, dragging her lips along the length, leaving a trail of spit that catches the lamplight. She strokes you with one hand, twisting gently on the upstroke, and leans in to press her tongue flat against the underside.

"Okay," you breathe. "Okay, that's really good."

“Yeah?” Yeji lifts her gaze to meet yours, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Really good,” you murmur.

Yuna bumps her shoulder against Yeji’s. “Move over. Let me show you how to ruin him.”

“I’m doing fine,” Yeji insists.

“You’re doing great, babe,” she counters, smirking. “But I’m about to be legendary.” Yuna takes your cock in her hand and angles it toward her mouth, looking up at you one more time. "Hold my hair."

You gather Yuna's long dark hair in your fist, pulling it back from her face, and she sinks down on you without any preamble. Deep. Her lips stretch around your shaft as she takes you further than Yeji did, further than you expected, until you feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't pull off. Instead she adjusts her angle and pushes further, her throat constricting around the head of your cock, and the pressure is so intense your hand tightens in her hair involuntarily.

"Fuck," you whisper.

She holds you there for a long beat, then pulls back slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. She strokes you through the mess, slick and filthy, and grins up at you with watery eyes. "Told you," she rasps. "Legendary."

Meanwhile, Yeji shifts lower. You feel her lips press against the base of your shaft, then lower still, kissing a path down to your balls. She takes one into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue, and the combination of Yeji's mouth down there and Yuna's hand still stroking your shaft in long, lazy pulls makes you grip the sheets with your free hand. "You two are going to kill me."

"What a way to go, though," Yuna says, then takes you back into her mouth. This time she bobs her head with purpose, setting a rhythm, her lips sealed tight around you as she works up and down. The sounds are obscene, wet and sloppy, and she's making no effort to keep it quiet. Every time she pulls up, she swirls her tongue around the head before sinking back down, and her hand follows her mouth, stroking whatever she can't reach.

Below her, Yeji is lavishing attention on your balls, alternating between them, sucking gently, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin. Occasionally her tongue slides up to meet Yuna's lips on the shaft and they overlap for a second, licking the same spot together, and it sends a jolt through your entire body every single time it happens.

"Look at me," Yuna says, pulling off you with a gasp. Your cock is dripping, absolutely coated in spit, throbbing against your stomach. She strokes it slowly, keeping you right on edge. "Do you like watching us share your cock?"

"That's a stupid question,” you mutter, breath uneven.

"Answer it anyway."

"Yes. Obviously yes,” you confess.

"Good boy." She leans down and runs her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, excruciatingly slow. Yeji comes up from below and does the same on the other side, and they meet at the head again, their tongues tangling around you. Yuna cups the back of Yeji's head and pulls her in, and for a moment they're kissing each other with your cock pressed between their lips, their tongues sliding over you and over each other, and you have to look away at the ceiling for a second because the sight alone is too much to handle.

"He looked away," Yuna laughs.

"Don't look away," Yeji says softly, and something about the way she says it, quiet and a little commanding, makes you look back immediately. She holds your gaze and drags her tongue across the head of your cock, slow and teasing, never breaking eye contact.

"Okay, that was hot," Yuna admits. "Do that again." Yeji does it again. You grip the sheets harder.

They switch. Yeji takes the shaft this time, her mouth bobbing steadily while Yuna goes low, mouthing at your balls, sucking one in and humming against the sensitive skin. Yeji's rhythm is different from Yuna's. More measured, more precise. She finds the spots that make you twitch and revisits them methodically, her tongue hitting the same nerve over and over until you're practically shaking. Yuna's hand reaches up and wraps around the base, stroking in sync with Yeji's mouth.

"You're getting really hard," Yeji notes, pulling off to catch her breath. She presses her cheek against your shaft, feeling you pulse against her skin. "Like, noticeably harder than a minute ago."

"Is that a complaint?"

"It's an observation." She licks a long stripe up the side. "I like it."

Yuna resurfaces, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She admires the mess they've made, your cock slick and glistening, spit dripping down the shaft and pooling at the base.

"I think he's wet enough," she announces, giving you one final stroke that makes your cock jump. She sits up and pushes her hair out of her face. "Babe, did you bring the strap like I asked?"

Yeji pulls off you and wipes her mouth. "It's in the suitcase."

"Go get it." Yeji climbs off the bed, her legs a little unsteady, and crosses the room to the suitcase in the corner. She crouches down and unzips it, rummaging through folded clothes.

"You packed that for a beach trip," you say.

Yeji doesn't even look at you. "Yuna told me to."

"And aren't you glad she did," Yuna says, turning to you. She shifts on the bed, propping herself on one elbow, and the lamp catches the sheen of spit still glistening on her lips. "So. Let me explain how things usually work between us. Your best friend — sweet, thoughtful, reads-before-bed Yeji — likes to be the top. She's a control freak in every area of her life, and the bedroom is no exception. She runs the show. Sets the pace. Decides when, where, and how hard."

"I'm standing right here," Yeji calls from across the room.

"And she's amazing at it," Yuna continues, ignoring her. "And I, personally, love nothing more than doing exactly what a pretty girl tells me to do. It's a perfect system." She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her long legs, kicking them off the edge of the bed. She's completely naked now, all smooth skin and sharp hip bones and those endless legs stretched out beside you. She tosses the panties somewhere behind her without looking.

Yeji returns to the bed holding a black harness with a silicone cock attached, a realistic-looking one, matte black, curved slightly. She kneels on the mattress and holds it up. "Are you thinking DP?”

"Yes," Yuna confirms sweetly. "But prep me first. I want to enjoy it."

"Lube or mouth?" Yeji asks, already stepping into the harness and pulling the straps up her thighs. There's something about the visual — Yeji, delicate and fine-boned, with that thing strapped to her — that keeps your eyes glued to her.

"Mouth," Yuna says. "Please. Infinitely better."

Yeji smiles, tightening the last strap. "Get into position then."

Yuna turns to you and throws a leg over your hips, straddling you. She reaches back and takes your cock in her hand, still soaked from the blowjob, and positions the head at her entrance. She rubs it against her slit a few times, coating herself with the mixture of saliva and her own wetness, and you feel how hot she is, how slick. "While Yeji gets me ready back there," Yuna says, looking down at you, "I'm going to get used to this. I want to know what you feel like inside me."

She sinks down onto you. Slowly. Inch by inch. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as your cock stretches her open, her pussy gripping you tight. She takes a shaky breath when she bottoms out, her hips flush against yours, every inch of you buried inside her.

"Fuck," she exhales. "Fuck, you're thick."

"You okay?"

"More than okay." She rolls her hips experimentally, adjusting. "Your cock fits me so well. God. I needed this."

She leans forward and lies flat against your chest, her small breasts pressing against your skin, her face tucked into your neck. The angle changes and you both feel it, your cock shifting deeper inside her. You hold her waist with both hands and start moving, slow and steady, rocking your hips upward in shallow thrusts. "You're so tight," you murmur into her hair.

"All for you, babe," she breathes against your throat.

Behind Yuna, Yeji kneels on the mattress between your spread legs. She runs her hands up the backs of Yuna's thighs, admiring the view: Yuna impaled on your cock, her ass raised slightly, completely exposed. Yeji takes both of Yuna's cheeks in her hands and spreads them apart. "Ready?" Yeji asks.

"Please," Yuna whispers into your neck. Yeji leans in and presses her tongue flat against Yuna's ass. The effect is instant. Yuna shudders on top of you, a full-body tremor that you feel through your cock, her pussy clenching around you involuntarily. "Oh fuck," she gasps. "Oh, that's so good."

You keep fucking her slowly from below, your hands gripping her waist, while Yeji works her tongue in tight circles. She knows exactly what she's doing back there. She traces the rim with the tip of her tongue, then presses in gently, then pulls back to lick in long flat strokes. Every time she pushes deeper, Yuna tightens around your cock and her nails dig into your shoulders.

"She's so good at that," Yuna pants against your chest. "You have no idea. Her tongue is fucking incredible."

"I can feel what she's doing to you," you say, because every time Yeji does something with her mouth, Yuna's pussy responds, clenching and relaxing in waves around your shaft.

"Yeji, right there," Yuna moans, pushing her hips backward into Yeji's face. "Right there, don't stop."

Yeji grips Yuna's hips to hold her steady and works her tongue with focused intensity, alternating between broad licks and pointed pressure, getting her wet and relaxed. You feel Yuna slowly loosening up, her body surrendering to the double sensation of your cock inside her pussy and Yeji's tongue in her ass. She's melting on top of you, her breath hot and ragged against your neck, her fingers curling and uncurling against your chest.

"More," Yuna begs softly. "Give me more."

Yeji responds by pressing her tongue deeper, working past the resistance, and Yuna buries her face in your shoulder and trembles. You thrust up into her slowly, matching Yeji's rhythm, and for a long, suspended moment the three of you find a pace together. Your cock pushing into Yuna from below. Yeji's tongue working her open from behind. Yuna caught between you both, drowning in it.

"This is perfect," Yuna breathes, barely audible. "This is so fucking perfect. Don't stop. Either of you. Please don't stop.”

Yeji keeps working Yuna's ass with her tongue, long and thorough, her hands gripping Yuna's cheeks apart while she licks and presses and circles with a focus that tells you she's done this dozens of times. She knows every response, every twitch, every shift in Yuna's breathing. When Yuna clenches, Yeji slows down. When Yuna pushes back, Yeji gives her more. It's practiced and instinctual at the same time, and the way Yuna is melting on top of you makes it clear that Yeji has turned this into something close to an art form.

"You want to know a secret about your girl here?" Yeji says, pulling back just enough to talk while her thumb traces lazy circles against Yuna's slick rim. She's looking at you over Yuna's arched back, her lips wet. "In bed is the only time she actually listens. The only time in her entire life she does what she's told."

Yuna whimpers against your chest.

"Look at her," Yeji continues, pressing her thumb gently against the loosened ring of muscle. "Completely surrendered. And I haven't even started fucking her yet. She gets like this every time. All that big energy, all that loud mouth, and all I have to do is get my tongue in her ass and she turns into the most obedient little thing you've ever seen."

"It's true," Yuna mumbles into your skin, her hips rocking in small circles, grinding your cock deeper inside her pussy. "She owns me in bed. I can't help it."

"You don't want to help it," Yeji corrects. She leans back in and gives Yuna one more long, slow lick that makes her whole body shiver.

You keep your thrusts shallow and steady from below, holding Yuna's waist, feeling her pulse around you every time Yeji does something with her mouth. The three of you have found this rhythm that keeps building without rushing anywhere.

Yuna lifts her head from your chest, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. "Can I ask you something kind of funny?"

"Right now?"

"When is there a better time? You're inside me, we're bonding." She rolls her hips and your cock shifts and you both react to it. "Have you ever heard us having sex? Through the walls?"

You laugh, a little breathless. "At the beginning of your relationship, yeah. When you'd come home drunk, I'd hear things. Sounds. Through the wall."

"What kind of sounds?" Yuna grins.

"Sounds I was not trying to identify. I'd just put on headphones and fall asleep listening to music."

"That's so sweet," Yuna says. "Respecting our privacy like that. A true gentleman."

Yeji pauses her work behind Yuna and rests her chin on Yuna's lower back. "The next morning I would wake up and remember the noises we made the night before and I couldn't even look at him at breakfast. I'd just stare at my coffee and pray he didn't bring it up."

"I never brought it up."

"I know. That made it worse, somehow. The politeness was deafening."

"Well," Yuna says, pushing her hips back toward Yeji, "now we can be as loud as we want. No more headphones. No more awkward breakfasts. Full volume."

Yeji's hand comes down on Yuna's ass in a crisp, measured slap that echoes in the room. Yuna gasps and then laughs, pressing her forehead to your chest. "I had to buy a gag," Yeji tells you casually, running her palm over the pink mark she just left. "To keep her quiet. She's the loudest person I've ever slept with."

"In my defense," Yuna says, lifting her head again, "I look really sexy with the gag on."

"She does," Yeji confirms.

Yuna props herself up on your chest, looking down at you with her hair falling around both your faces. She's smiling that wild smile. "Isn't this cool, though? The three of us, just hanging out, talking, having fun. A threesome is basically a friend hangout. Same energy, same conversation. The only difference is there's a cock in my pussy and your best friend's tongue was just in my ass."

"You have such a way with words."

"Thank you, I've been told I'm eloquent."

Yeji sits up behind Yuna and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She runs her fingers lightly over Yuna's ass, testing the looseness, pressing gently. "I think she's ready. It's not like it's her first time anyway."

"Not even close," Yuna confirms. She adjusts herself on top of you, lying flat against your chest so that her back arches and her ass rises, presenting herself. The change in angle opens her up even more, and you can feel how wet she is around your cock, slick and hot and gripping you with every small shift of her hips.

"Stay still for a second," Yeji tells both of you. Her tone has shifted. It's not harsh, but there's an authority in it that wasn't there before.

You feel the mattress shift as Yeji positions herself on her knees behind Yuna. She grips the base of the strap-on with one hand and guides the tip to Yuna's ass, pressing gently against the loosened entrance. Yuna takes a breath against your chest.

"Relax, baby," Yeji murmurs. "Open up for me."

Yuna exhales, long and slow, and you feel her body soften on top of you. Yeji pushes forward. The head of the strap-on presses past the initial resistance and Yuna's fingers curl against your chest, gripping your skin. Through the thin wall separating Yuna's pussy and her ass, you feel the strap-on sliding in. The pressure against the underside of your cock is immediate and intense, this firm fullness pushing against you through Yuna's body.

"Oh god," Yuna whispers. "Oh fuck. Go slow."

"I always go slow," Yeji says, easing another inch in. "I've got you. Just breathe." Yuna breathes. You hold her waist and stay still, letting her adjust, feeling the strap-on settle deeper until you sense Yeji's hips press flush against Yuna's ass. She's fully inside. Both of you are fully inside. Yuna is stretched around two cocks and her entire body is trembling against yours. "Tell me when," Yeji says.

Yuna takes three shaky breaths. Then she nods against your chest. "Move. Both of you. Please."

Yeji starts first. She pulls back slowly and pushes forward again, a measured stroke that sends a ripple of pressure through Yuna's body that you feel directly against your cock. You begin matching her, thrusting up from below on alternating strokes, so that when Yeji pushes in, you pull back, and when you push up, she pulls out. The rhythm takes a few seconds to find, but once it clicks, once the two of you sync up, Yuna exhales something low and raw.

"Fuck," she gasps. "Fuck, fuck, that's so good."

"There she goes," Yeji says, gripping Yuna's hips from behind and thrusting a little faster. "There's my noisy girl."

"I can't help it. You're both filling me up. I feel so fucking full."

"You love it," Yeji says.

"I love it. I love it so fucking much."

You grip Yuna's waist tighter and pick up your pace from below, driving deeper into her pussy, and the friction of the strap-on against you through her body adds this extra layer of pressure that has your own toes curling. Yuna is caught between the two of you, getting fucked from both ends, and she's lost in it. Her nails dig into your shoulders. Her mouth hangs open against your collarbone. Her hips rock between you and Yeji, pushing back to take the strap deeper, then grinding forward to take your cock to the hilt.

"What's it feel like, baby?" Yeji asks, her hands sliding up Yuna's sides. "Tell us."

"Full," Yuna moans. "So full. Your cock feels so good in my ass, babe. And his cock is so deep in my pussy I can feel it in my stomach."

You thrust up harder and she cries out, her back arching.

"And you," Yuna pants, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "You're hitting every spot. Your dick is perfect. It's so thick and it stretches me out so good. Ryujin was insane for letting this go."

"Focus," Yeji says from behind, snapping her hips forward with a thrust that makes Yuna jolt. "Don't talk about her. Talk about us."

"Sorry, sorry. You're right. Just you two. Only you two." Yuna bites her lip and pushes back into Yeji's stroke. "Yeji, harder. Please. Fuck my ass harder."

"Ask nicely."

"Please, babe. Please fuck my ass harder. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you."

Yeji obliges. She grips Yuna's hips and starts driving into her with real force, the strap-on sinking deep on every stroke, and the sound of Yeji's hips slapping against Yuna's ass fills the room. You match her intensity from below, thrusting up into Yuna's soaking pussy, and Yuna's moans climb in pitch and volume until she's not holding anything back anymore.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum. You're both going to make me cum so hard."

"Good," Yeji says, breathless now, sweat beading on her forehead. "Cum for us, baby. Moan for us. Moan like the pretty little slut you are." She looks at you over Yuna's shoulder. "Help me make her cum. Fuck her hard. Make our girl scream."

Our girl. Something about those two words settles deep under your skin. You grab Yuna's hips from below and drive up into her, hard, fast, angling your cock to drag against her front wall on every stroke. Yeji matches you thrust for thrust from behind, and Yuna is trapped between the two of you getting absolutely ruined and loving every second of it.

"Right there," Yuna gasps. "Right there, both of you, don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close, please, please, please—"

Her whole body locks up. Her thighs clamp against your sides. Her nails rake down your chest and her pussy clamps so tight around your cock it's almost painful. She screams. Loud enough that you're grateful this is an Airbnb and not a hotel, her body convulsing between the two of you as the orgasm rips through her. Yeji keeps thrusting through it, slower now, drawing it out, and you keep your cock buried deep inside her while her walls pulse and spasm around you.

When it finally fades, Yuna collapses against your chest, boneless, breathing in ragged bursts. She laughs. This incredulous, disbelieving laugh that bubbles up from somewhere deep. "Holy shit," she whispers. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. I'm not being dramatic. That was genuinely the best one. I think I blacked out for a second."

Yeji slowly, carefully pulls the strap-on out of Yuna's ass. Yuna winces slightly and then sighs, her body going fully limp on top of you. Your cock is still inside her, throbbing, painfully hard. You were so close.

"She almost made me cum," you breathe.

Yuna grins lazily against your chest. She lifts herself off your cock slowly, gasping as you slide out, and rolls onto her back beside you. Your cock stands rigid and dripping, coated in Yuna's wetness, pulsing with every heartbeat. "Yeji, baby. Help our boy out. He earned it."

Yeji unstraps the harness and drops it off the side of the bed. She crawls toward you, and you watch her approach, this beautiful girl with her blonde hair messed up and her eyes hungry. She kneels beside you and wraps her hand around your cock, slick with Yuna's arousal, and starts stroking. Firm, steady, twisting at the head on every upstroke.

"Sit up a little," Yuna murmurs, scooting closer until your cock hovers directly over her chest. She looks up at you and Yeji with that fucked-out, blissful expression. "I want to feel it. Cum on me."

Yeji strokes you faster, her grip tightening, her thumb swiping across the sensitive underside of the head. She leans in close to your ear and says, low and commanding, "Cum for us. Give it to her."

Your hips buck into Yeji's fist and it hits you all at once. The orgasm tears through your entire body, starting at the base of your spine and radiating outward until your vision goes white. You cum hard. Harder than you've ever cum in your life. The first rope of cum lands thick and hot across Yuna's breasts, followed by another, and another, covering her small perky tits in white streaks. Yeji keeps stroking you through it, milking every last drop, until you're shuddering and gasping and grabbing her wrist because you physically cannot take any more.

Yuna looks down at her cum-covered chest and laughs softly. She drags a finger through the mess, scoops up a thick drop, and brings it to her lips. She closes her eyes as she tastes it, sucking her finger clean, her expression almost reverent. "It's been so long since I've tasted this," she says, savoring it. "I forgot how good it is. You taste so fucking good."

Yeji leans over and drags her tongue across one of Yuna's breasts, licking up a streak of your cum. She lets it sit on her tongue for a second, tasting, then swallows. She looks up at you, and there's a small drop of cum at the corner of her lip.

"She's right," Yeji says, licking the corner of her mouth clean. "It's really good.”

You lean forward and kiss Yeji. She tastes like you. The realization registers in her brain half a second later and her eyes go wide, and then something warm floods her expression, surprise melting into tenderness. You kissed her with your own cum on her lips and you didn't flinch. You didn't even think about it.

Yuna's mouth drops open. "Oh my god. You just kissed her after she licked your cum. You absolute freak. I love you."

You pull back from Yeji and shrug. "Seemed rude not to."

"Okay, king." Yuna props herself up on her elbow and looks at your cock, softening against your thigh. "Now I'm getting this thing ready again because it's Yeji's turn and I refuse to let the momentum die."

She shifts down the bed, still lying on her back, and tilts her head to the side until her mouth finds your softening cock, her throat open and relaxed, starting giving long, slow sucks that pull you in deep. It's lazy soft, the kind of oral that isn't trying to make you cum, just coaxing you back to life. Her tongue works the underside in broad strokes and you feel the blood returning, the sensitivity rebuilding, your cock thickening against her tongue.

Yeji reaches over and brushes a strand of dark hair away from Yuna's face, tucking it behind her ear so she can see her properly. Yuna's cheeks are hollowed around your shaft, her eyes closed, completely focused on the task. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Yeji says softly, watching her girlfriend suck your cock with this expression that's equal parts love and awe.

"She really is," you agree.

"The first time I slept with her," Yeji continues, her thumb tracing Yuna's jaw while she works, "and I saw her naked for the first time, I remember lying there thinking I must be dreaming. Like my brain could not accept that this girl wanted me. That I got to touch her. I felt so lucky it scared me."

Yuna pulls off your cock with a wet sound and grins up at both of you, a string of spit connecting her lower lip to the head. "It’s not fair you two getting me emotional again when I’ve got a cock in my mouth. Stop being cute." She gives your shaft two firm strokes and inspects her work. Fully hard, flushed, ready. "There. Good as new."

She lets go and rolls to the side, propping herself up on one elbow. Yeji takes a breath, and you watch the dynamic shift in real time. The confident top who just fucked her girlfriend senseless is suddenly quiet, almost shy. She lies back on the bed, her blonde hair spreading across the pillow, and looks up at you with an expression that's trying very hard to be casual and failing completely. Yuna hooks her fingers into the waistband of Yeji's panties and slides them down her legs in one smooth motion, tossing them off the bed. Yeji is fully naked now, laid out before you.

"It's so hot seeing you be a sub for once," Yuna murmurs, running a fingertip down Yeji's sternum. "My bossy little top, all spread out and waiting."

"Not now, Yuna," Yeji whispers.

You settle between Yeji's legs, and the reality of what's happening threatens to short-circuit your brain. This is Yeji. Your roommate. Your best friend since freshman year. The girl who makes your coffee and falls asleep in your bed and has seen you at your absolute worst and stayed anyway. And she's lying naked beneath you, her thighs open, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, looking at you like you're the only thing that exists.

You slide one hand across her abs, feeling the warmth of her body, the muscles tensing under your palm. Your other hand goes to her inner thigh, spreading her leg wider. She lets you. She lets you do everything.

Yuna scoots closer and peers down between Yeji's legs, eyeing your cock hovering near her pussy. "Can I do the honors?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She wraps her hand around your shaft and guides the tip to Yeji's entrance, rubbing the head through her folds. Yeji is already wet, slick against the head of your cock, and you push your hips forward gently as Yuna holds you steady.

The head pushes past her entrance and Yeji's breath catches. Not a moan, not a gasp. Something deeper than that. Something that sounds like it's been lodged in her chest for years and just now found its way out. You slide in slowly, inch by inch, and she's tight. Tighter than Yuna, her walls gripping you firmly, resisting and then yielding as you press deeper.

"You okay?" you ask, pausing halfway.

"Yes,” Yeji manages. She lets out a nervous laugh that cracks in the middle. "More than okay. I just don't even know what to think right now."

"Then don't think," Yuna says, lying down beside Yeji and curling against her side, one arm draped across her stomach. "Just feel him. Let it happen."

You push the rest of the way in and Yeji's eyes flutter shut when you bottom out. You stay there for a moment, fully buried inside your best friend, feeling her pulse around you. Yuna looks up at you from her spot beside Yeji, her chin resting on Yeji's shoulder. "Fuck your girlfriend," she says, low and direct. "She waited years for this. Don't make her wait another second."

You pull back slowly and thrust in again, gentle, testing. Yeji makes a soft sound and her hands find the sheets, gripping. You do it again. Building a rhythm, slow and deep, watching her face for every reaction. Her lips part. Her brow furrows. Her back arches just slightly off the mattress.

"There you go," Yuna murmurs against Yeji's shoulder, her hand sliding up to cup one of Yeji's breasts, squeezing gently. "There's my girl. Let him fuck you. You deserve this."

You pick up the pace gradually, your hips rolling into hers with more purpose, more depth. The wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of her fills the room, and Yeji's moans start climbing. Quiet at first, almost reluctant, like she's embarrassed to be loud after years of being the one in control. Then louder, pulled out of her involuntarily as you hit deeper.

"You feel incredible," you tell her, fully honest. "You're so tight. So wet."

"I can't believe this is happening," Yeji breathes, her eyes still closed. "I thought about this so many times. So many fucking times."

"Tell him," Yuna encourages, pinching Yeji's nipple between her fingers. "Tell him what you thought about."

"When you were with Ryujin," Yeji starts, and her voice trembles as you thrust into her, "I would lie in my room and hear you two through the wall. And I would close my eyes and imagine it was me. Every single time. I would imagine your hands on me instead of her. Your mouth on me. Your body on top of mine."

You thrust harder and she gasps, her back arching.

"And I hated myself for it," she continues, breathless. "Because you were my best friend and she was your girlfriend and I had no right to think about you like that. But I couldn't stop. Every time you touched my shoulder, or hugged me, or fell asleep next to me on the couch, I would replay it in my head for days."

"You have him now," Yuna says, her hand sliding down Yeji's stomach. "He's inside you right now. He's yours."

"I know," she manages to whisper, though it wavers. "I know he is."

You bring your hand between her legs while you fuck her, finding her clit with your thumb, rubbing in tight circles. Yeji's reaction is immediate. Her whole body jolts, her thighs clamping against your sides, her moans sharpening into something urgent.

"Look at you," Yuna whispers into Yeji's ear, loud enough for you to hear. "Getting fucked by the guy you've been dreaming about for years. Getting your tight little pussy stretched open by your best friend's cock. How does it feel, baby? Tell me how it feels."

"It feels perfect," Yeji moans. "He fills me up so good, Yuna. His cock is so deep inside me. I can feel every inch."

"That's my girl. Take every inch. You earned this. Every single night you spent wanting him and not saying anything, this is your reward."

Yeji's hand shoots down and grabs your wrist, not to stop you, but to hold on. She presses your hand harder against her clit, demanding more pressure, and you give it to her. You rub faster, firmer, while your cock pounds into her, and Yeji's composure shatters completely. She's loud now, louder than you've ever heard her be about anything, her moans filling the bedroom, her body writhing beneath you.

"Right there," she begs, her grip on your wrist bruising. "Right there, please, right there, don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

"He's not going anywhere," Yuna assures her, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. "He's yours. We're both yours. Just let go, baby."

Yeji's legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper, and you feel her pussy getting wetter with every stroke, creamy and slick, coating your shaft. You look down and see the white ring forming at the base of your cock every time you pull back, and the visual sends a jolt straight through you.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan. "You're creaming all over my cock."

"She does that," Yuna grins, watching. "It means you're doing everything right. Keep going. Don't let up."

You don't let up. Deep, steady strokes that push her into the mattress, her body shifting up the bed with every thrust. Her eyes are locked on yours and she's not looking away, not blinking, like if she breaks eye contact the spell will shatter and she'll wake up back in her dorm room staring at Lia's sunrise poster. Your hand slides up from her collarbone to her throat, your fingers wrapping around the side of her neck, just resting there, feeling her pulse hammering against your palm.

"Yes," she whispers. You squeeze. Just enough pressure to make her feel it, to make the blood rush louder in her ears, to narrow the world down to nothing but your hand and your cock and the sound of her own heartbeat.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," Yuna breathes, her fingers idly tracing circles on Yeji's stomach. "Look at her. Look at what you're doing to her. Show her how much you want to fuck her. Show her you've been thinking about this too."

You tighten your grip just a fraction and thrust harder, burying yourself to the hilt, and Yeji's hips buck off the mattress. Her hands fly up to your forearm, not pulling you away but holding on, her fingers digging into the muscle of your wrist.

"You're making me feel so fucking good," Yeji gasps, her chest heaving beneath you. "Nobody has ever fucked me like this. Not ever."

Yuna's hand slides down Yeji's stomach and takes over where you left off, her fingers finding Yeji's clit and rubbing in fast, tight circles. The effect is devastating. Yeji's whole body jolts, her abs clenching, her thighs trembling against your sides. She's getting stimulated from every direction at once and her brain can't keep up with any of it.

"That's it, baby," Yuna murmurs, her lips brushing Yeji's ear while her fingers work. "Let him fuck you. Let him own you. You spent years being the top. You spent years being in control. Let go of all of it right now. Be his good girl for once."

“I'm his good girl," Yeji whimpers, and the pet name catches her off guard as it leaves her mouth, something she doesn't normally say, wouldn't normally let herself say. "I'm yours, babe. I'm both of yours."

"Prove it," Yuna says. "Show him you wanted this as bad as he did. Show him how wet you are for him."

You lean down and kiss her. Hard. Messy. All teeth and tongue, nothing graceful about it. Yeji bites your lower lip and holds it, tugging, her teeth sinking in just hard enough to sting, and when she releases it she looks up at you with those sharp cat eyes glazed over and desperate.

"You have no idea how much I love you," she says against your mouth. "You have no fucking idea. I loved you when you were making me coffee at six in the morning. I loved you when you fell asleep on my shoulder during movies. I loved you when you walked around in a towel and I had to lock myself in my room because I couldn't breathe. I loved you through all of it and I never said a word."

"I'm here now," you tell her. "I'm right here."

"Then don't stop, babe. Fuck me harder."

Your hand stays on her neck and your hips find another gear, driving into her with force that makes the headboard tap against the wall. Yeji takes every thrust, her body absorbing the impact, her moans climbing in register until they're sharp and continuous. Yuna's fingers are relentless on her clit, rubbing fast and firm, and you can see the orgasm building in Yeji's face. The tightening around her eyes. The way her jaw clenches. The flush spreading from her chest up her neck.

"She's close," Yuna says, watching Yeji's face. "I know that face. She's about to cum so fucking hard. Keep going. Don't change a single thing."

"Look at me," you tell Yeji, and she forces her eyes open, locking onto yours. "Look at me when you cum."

"Oh god," Yeji chokes. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, don't stop—"

You fuck her through it, your cock driving deep, your hand squeezing her neck, and Yeji shatters. Her pussy clamps down on you hard, a rhythmic clenching that pulses around your shaft as the orgasm tears through her entire body. Her legs lock behind your back, pulling you in until there's no space left. Her hands grip your forearm and her nails break skin. She screams something that isn't a word, just raw sound ripping out of her throat.

"That's it, baby," Yuna encourages, her fingers still working Yeji's clit through the aftershocks. "Keep cumming on that cock. That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's what you spent years wanting. His cock deep inside you, making you cum until you can't fucking think. Take all of it. Take everything."

You keep thrusting, slower now but deeper, extracting every last wave from her. Yeji's body convulses beneath you in diminishing shudders, each one pulling a soft, broken sound from her mouth. Her grip on your arm loosens. Her legs fall open. Her chest heaves.

You're close. The pressure has been building since her pussy started squeezing you, and you're right on the edge, your cock aching, twitching, leaking precum inside her. "I'm about to cum," you grit out.

Yeji's eyes find yours immediately. "Cum on my face." She says it so directly, so earnestly, that it catches you off guard. "I've thought about this too many times to not feel it for real. Please. I want to feel every drop. I want it in my mouth, on my cheeks, dripping down my neck. I want to be disgusting with it. I want my girlfriend to see what a filthy slut I am for your cock. Ruin me. I'm serious. Fucking destroy me.”

You pull out of her and move up the bed, kneeling beside her head. Your cock is throbbing, dripping with her cum, and you wrap your fist around it and start stroking. Fast, tight, urgent.

Yeji tilts her head on the pillow and looks up at you, waiting. And the thing that gets you isn't how beautiful she is, even though she is, painfully so. It's that this is a face you've seen a thousand times. Across the kitchen table at seven in the morning, puffy-eyed and grumpy before coffee. On the couch at midnight, lit blue by the TV, laughing at something you said. You know every angle of this face. You've seen this face frustrated, exhausted, crying, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. But you've never seen it like this. Blonde hair fanned across the pillow, skin flushed, lips swollen, looking up at you with those cat eyes completely unguarded, waiting for you to leave something on her skin that says she's yours.

"Cum for her," Yuna says from behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder, watching over you. "Cover that gorgeous face. Every inch. She wants it. Give it to her."

You stroke yourself faster, your hips jerking forward, and the orgasm hits you hard enough to make you lose your balance for a brief moment. The first spurt of cum lands thick and hot across Yeji's cheek, a white streak from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She flinches at the warmth but doesn't close her eyes. The second rope crosses her forehead and drips into her hairline. The third hits her lips and chin, and she parts her mouth to catch some of it on her tongue. You keep stroking, grunting with each pulse, and more lands on her nose, her other cheek, the space between her brows. By the time the last weak spurt falls across her jaw, Yeji's face is covered. Thick white streaks painted across every sharp, beautiful feature, dripping down her temples, pooling in the hollow of her throat.

You're breathing so hard your vision is spotting at the edges. You lean forward and guide the head of your cock to Yeji's lips. She opens her mouth and takes the tip in, her tongue circling the sensitive head, sucking gently, cleaning the last drops from you. The overstimulation makes your thighs shake but you let her do it, watching her through half-closed eyes as she sucks you clean with cum smeared across her entire face.

Yuna peers over your shoulder and exhales slowly. "Yeji. Babe. You look so pretty right now. Like, actually stunning. Cum and all."

Yeji releases your cock from her mouth and blinks up at both of you through cum-clumped lashes. "Really?"

You look down at her. Your best friend. Your new girlfriend. Lying there glowing and wrecked, looking up at you for reassurance even now. "You look incredibly hot,” you admit. Yuna leans down and kisses Yeji full on the mouth, pressing her lips against the cum-covered mess without a second's hesitation. It's tender and filthy at the same time, Yuna's tongue sliding across Yeji's lower lip, tasting you on her girlfriend's face. When she pulls back, a thin bridge of cum and saliva connects their mouths.

"Okay," Yuna announces, popping up from the bed with an energy that should not be physically possible at this hour. "We need to document this moment."

"Document what," Yeji mumbles.

But Yuna is already off the bed, completely naked, striding out of the room. You hear her bare feet slapping against the hardwood, a bag unzipping, feet slapping back.

"Your girlfriend has crazy ideas," you say.

"Our girlfriend," Yeji corrects, staring at the ceiling. "Apparently."

"I still need to get used to that."

"You and me both."

Yuna returns with her phone and dives back onto the bed, lying beside Yeji. She leans over and drags her tongue up Yeji's cheek in one long, slow lick, scooping up a thick stripe of cum. She holds the phone up above both of them. "Say cheese."

She sticks her tongue out, showing the cum sitting on it, and grins at the camera. Yeji, too tired to protest, gives a gentle, fucked-out smile, her face still glistening. Click.

Yuna inspects the photo and makes a satisfied noise. "This is incredible. We look amazing."

Yeji's eyes narrow. "If that ever gets leaked, I will kill you. Then him. Then myself. In that order."

"Relax, babe. Your nudes have been in my phone for two years and not a single one has leaked. I take excellent care of my treasures."

"That's not as reassuring as you think it is."

Yuna sets the phone on the nightstand and stretches her arms above her head, arching her back, and then a massive yawn escapes her. It's contagious. Yeji yawns immediately after, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Then you yawn, and all three of you are lying there yawning in chain reaction.

"Besides love," Yuna says, settling onto her back between the two of you, "we are collectively connected by sleep. It's beautiful."

Nobody moves to get cleaned up. Nobody mentions the shower. The three of you just lie side by side, naked and spent, staring at the ceiling. The sheets are a disaster. The room smells like sweat and sex and salt air from the open window. Somewhere outside, the ocean keeps pushing in and pulling back, indifferent and steady.

You hear Yeji laughing. Quiet, almost to herself, this soft little sound that bubbles up from somewhere private.

"What are you laughing at?" you ask.

"Nothing." She pauses. "I think this was the best night of my life. That's all. I'm just happy."

Yuna smiles at the ceiling. "Pretty great way to kick off a new beginning, huh?"

"The best," Yeji agrees. Her hand finds yours between your bodies, her fingers lacing through yours. Then her other hand reaches for Yuna's and finds it. The three of you, connected in a chain, lying in wrecked sheets, breathing together. "This would be a much more romantic moment," she whispers, "if I didn't have cum all over my face."

Yuna turns her head, studying her with open adoration. “This is exactly what love looks like. All sweat, cum, and messy hair. You’re literally the face of love right now.”

“I hate you,” Yeji groans.

“No, you don’t,” Yuna teases. “You love me.”

"I love you." Yeji admits, squeezes both your hands. "I love both of you.”

—

You wake slowly to the sound of whispering. Not urgent, not tense. Just soft and lazy, the kind people fall into when they don’t want to wake someone but aren’t exactly trying that hard to stay quiet. Your eyes adjust to the late morning light spilling through the curtains, and the first thing you notice is the warmth pressed against both sides of you.

Yuna is on your left, lying on her stomach with her chin resting on her folded arms, her dark hair a tangled mess across the pillow. Yeji is on your right, curled on her side facing Yuna, one hand tucked under her cheek. Both of them are naked from the waist up, the sheets pulled loosely to their hips. Last night, after everything, the three of you had barely managed to shower and swap the wrecked sheets for clean ones before collapsing back into bed in a tangle of damp skin and heavy limbs. You don't even remember falling asleep.

"What time is it," you mumble, your tongue thick with sleep.

"Good morning." Yeji smiles at you. "It's almost noon. We just woke up a few minutes ago."

"How are you feeling?" Yuna asks, tilting her head on her arms to look at you.

"Fine. Better now that I'm seeing you two." You stretch your arms above your head and settle back into the pillow. "Could get used to this view."

Yeji props herself up on her elbow. "So. Yuna and I were talking."

"Dangerous."

"The first step in this new relationship," Yeji continues, ignoring you, "is that everyone needs to be marked. Officially."

You squint at her. "Marked how?"

"Like this," Yuna says, and before you can react she leans in and kisses you, warm and slow, her hand resting on your jaw. Then her mouth drifts down to your neck, finding a spot just below your ear, and she sucks. Hard. You feel the blood rushing to the surface, the sting of it, and she holds it there for a few seconds before pulling back and admiring her work. "Perfect," she declares.

Then Yeji moves to your chest, pressing her lips against the skin just below your collarbone. Her mouth is softer than Yuna's, but she sucks with just as much intent, leaving a dark bloom on your chest. She sits back and looks at it with satisfaction.

You give a weak laugh, rubbing your neck where Yuna got you. "Okay. I'm starting to understand the assignment."

You pull them both closer by the waist and lean into Yuna first, kissing the side of her neck, finding a spot right above her collarbone and sucking until she squirms and grabs your shoulder. While your mouth is still on Yuna's skin, Yeji dips her head and bites Yuna's waist, a quick little nip with her teeth that makes Yuna yelp and flinch.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"All kinds of marks are valid," Yeji says, grinning.

You turn to Yeji and take her breast in your mouth, sucking on the soft skin just above her nipple until a reddish mark surfaces. She sucks in a breath and threads her fingers through your hair, holding you there. "Okay, that one's going to be visible if I wear a low top," she murmurs.

The three of you spend the next few minutes in this stupid, escalating war. Yuna leaves another hickey on your hip. You bite Yeji's shoulder. Yeji sucks a mark onto Yuna's inner thigh and Yuna kicks her reflexively. It devolves until all three of you are covered in little bruises and teeth marks like a trio of ridiculous teenagers, and Yuna finally rolls onto her back laughing, waving a white flag.

"Okay, stop, stop. This was a terrible idea. We look like we got attacked by something. Let's just get matching bracelets."

You catch your breath, sprawled between them, looking at the ceiling. "So what are we doing today?"

"There's a botanical garden twenty minutes from here," Yeji says immediately. "It's supposed to be really beautiful."

"There's also a vintage market by the pier," Yuna counters. "Way more fun. Way more energy."

"The botanical garden has a koi pond."

“The market has street food,” Yuna insists, lifting a brow.

“We can eat anywhere,” Yeji replies, unfazed.

"Not the same."

They go back and forth, talking over each other, their voices rising in that familiar competitive rhythm, and you close your eyes and let it wash over you until Yuna suddenly sits up, her face bright with an idea. "Okay. New proposal. Whoever has the last orgasm gets to pick where we go today."

Yeji stares at her. "What?"

"It's a fair system. Democratic, even. Orgasm-based democracy."

"How is that going to work?"

Yuna nods at you. "Our new boyfriend has a very obvious morning situation that he's been trying to hide under the sheet for the last ten minutes."

You stop pretending. "It's just biology."

"Biology is on our side today." Yuna grins. "Here's the deal. We both use him. Whoever cums last wins."

You look between them. "I'm fine with this, honestly. If it stops you two from arguing."

Yeji considers it for a moment, her competitive nature visibly warring with her dignity. Dignity loses. "Fine. I'll take his mouth."

"Then I get the cock," Yuna says, already reaching for the sheets. She pulls the bedsheet all the way back, exposing your body and the hard cock standing rigid against your stomach. Yuna takes a second to appreciate it, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and giving one slow stroke. "Good morning to you too," she tells it.

You adjust yourself flat on the bed, settling your head into the pillow. Yeji swings one leg over your chest and positions herself above your face, her thighs on either side of your head. From below, you can see everything. Yuna kneels between your legs and lifts your cock, rubbing the head through her folds, positioning you at her entrance.

The two girls look at each other across your body.

"Ready?" Yuna asks.

"Ready," Yeji confirms.

They lower themselves at the same time. Yeji's pussy settles onto your mouth, warm and wet, and you grip her thighs and pull her down tighter. Yuna sinks onto your cock in one smooth motion, taking you to the hilt, her breath catching as she bottoms out.

"Okay," Yuna exhales, rolling her hips experimentally. "Let the challenge begin.”

You press your mouth against Yeji's pussy and the taste of her floods your senses. Warm and slick and faintly sweet, and you lick a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit that makes her entire body jolt above you. At the same time, Yuna starts moving her hips, rising up on your cock until just the tip is inside her, then sinking back down in one fluid motion that buries you to the hilt. The sensation of being inside Yuna while your mouth works Yeji is overwhelming in a way that makes your fingers dig into the soft flesh of Yeji's thighs.

The two girls look at each other across your body. Yuna looks keyed up, competitive. Yeji holds her ground, jaw firm with resolve. Whatever this is, it’s turned into a duel.

Yuna rolls her hips with a slow mastery, grinding down on your cock in tight circles before lifting herself and dropping back down. She's pacing herself, keeping her breathing controlled, riding you with the discipline of someone who fully intends to win. Meanwhile, you eat Yeji's pussy with genuine enthusiasm because she tastes incredible, better than anything you've ever put your mouth on, and you're not being strategic about it. You're just hungry for her. Your tongue circles her clit, flattens against it, flicks it in rapid succession, and Yeji's thighs clamp against the sides of your head.

"Slow down," Yeji gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair and pulling. "You need to go slow or you're going to—" She cuts herself off with a moan that comes out high and broken, her hips grinding involuntarily against your face. "Fuck. You're going to make me cum like this."

Yuna giggles, breathless, bouncing on your cock with a steady rhythm. "Called it. She's not going to last. She never lasts when there's feelings involved. Every time she actually cares about someone she cums in like four minutes. It's adorable."

"Shut up," Yeji manages. "You're barely even moving down there. You're sandbagging."

"I'm savoring."

"You're cheating."

Yuna grins and shifts her angle, leaning back slightly so your cock hits a different spot inside her. A low moan escapes her lips but she bites it back, maintaining composure. "I'm always horny in the morning, okay? I'm not going to last long on this cock either. But I take challenges seriously and I refuse to lose."

"You're barely riding him. That's not taking it seriously." Yeji leans forward, reaching down between Yuna's legs, and pinches her nipple firmly between two fingers. Yuna yelps and her hips stutter. "Really grind on that cock. If you're going to compete, then compete."

"Ow! Fine." Yuna picks up the pace, bouncing harder, faster, her thighs slapping against your hips with each descent. The wet, obscene sounds between your bodies only get louder, and she makes no effort to hide them. "God, his cock is so good in the morning. It feels even bigger than last night."

"Morning erections have increased blood flow," Yeji says through clenched teeth as you suck her clit into your mouth and pulse your tongue against it. "It's basic biology— fuck, stop doing that."

But you don't stop, you drag your tongue flat across her clit and then seal your lips around it and suck, and Yeji's thighs squeeze your head so tight your ears ring. She grinds down onto your face, dragging her wet pussy across your mouth, and you chase her clit with your tongue every time she shifts.

"Yeah, just like that," Yuna pants, watching Yeji's face contort above you while she rides your cock in deep, rolling strokes. "Make her cum on your face. She's so close, look at her. Look at her legs shaking."

"This isn't fair," Yeji protests, breathless. "I can't control the rhythm of his mouth. He just does whatever he wants down there. You can ride his cock however you want. You control the speed."

"You're the one who chose mouth, babe."

"I was still half asleep. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

The duel continues. Yuna's moans are getting longer now, stretching out into sustained sounds that she can't chop short anymore. She's leaning forward with her hands braced on your stomach, her dark hair swinging, riding you with genuine urgency. Your cock is soaked with her, the wetness audible every time she lifts up and drops down.

"Your cock feels so fucking good," Yuna breathes, her nails scratching across your abs. "It fills me up perfectly. Every single inch. I can feel you so deep."

Below Yeji, you're relentless. Your tongue works her clit in tight circles, alternating pressure, sucking and releasing, and Yeji is falling apart above you. Her head drops back and her grip in your hair tightens to the point of pain and her abs are clenching with every pass of your tongue.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on," Yeji breathes out.

"Me either," Yuna gasps, grinding down hard on your cock. "I'm so close. I'm right there."

Sweat gathers and glistens on their skin, shining across Yuna’s chest, slipping in slow lines down Yeji’s stomach. The air is dense, soaked with sex and warmth and morning haze, filled with the restless sounds of two girls stubbornly trying to outlast each other against you.

Then Yuna looks at Yeji with a knowing, devilish smile. "Plans have changed," she announces, breathless. "New rules. Whoever cums first gets to choose the destination."

Yeji's eyes snap open. "That's cheating. You can't change the rules in the middle of—" But Yuna is already gone. She slams her hips down onto your cock and grinds hard, chasing her own orgasm with zero restraint now, her head thrown back, her thighs clenching around your hips. She's riding you like she's trying to break something, fast and deep and desperate. "Yuna, that's not— that's completely dishonest—"

Yeji's hand tightens in your hair and she pulls your face harder against her pussy. "Suck my clit. Right now. Hard."

You seal your lips around her swollen clit and suck with focused pressure, your tongue flicking against it inside your mouth, and Yeji screams. But Yuna is already there. Her body locks up on top of your cock, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking violently as the orgasm rips through her. She grinds down one final time and holds herself there, impaled on you, trembling and gasping and cumming so hard you can feel every contraction squeezing your shaft.

She pulls off your cock barely a second before Yeji breaks. Your mouth pushes her over the edge and Yeji's orgasm crashes through her in a wave that makes her whole body seize. She cums on your face, her pussy flooding your mouth with wetness, her thighs clamping and releasing in spasms, her fingers nearly ripping your hair out. You hold her thighs and keep sucking her through it until she shoves your head away because the sensitivity is too much.

Yeji climbs off you on shaking legs and collapses onto the mattress, breathing in ragged bursts. Yuna slides off to the other side, equally wrecked, lying on her back with one arm thrown over her eyes.

"I win," Yuna pants. "Vintage market."

"You're a cheater and a fraud," Yeji laughs, still trying to catch her breath. "You changed the rules because you knew you were going to lose."

"I adapted to the circumstances. It's called strategy." They're both grinning. Both flushed and sweaty and satisfied. Yuna lifts her arm from her eyes and looks at you, sprawled between them, your cock still painfully hard and glistening with her arousal. "In the end, though, the real winner is you," she says. "Last one to cum. A true pillar of resilience."

"Speaking of which." Yeji rolls onto her side and eyes your cock. "Let's take care of that. Stand up."

You climb out of bed. Your cock juts out in front of you, throbbing, dripping. Yeji and Yuna slide off the mattress and kneel on the floor in front of you, shoulder to shoulder, both looking up at you with matching expressions of intent. Yeji wraps her hand around your shaft and strokes, firm and purposeful. "Put one leg up on the bed. Give us room."

You plant your right foot on the edge of the mattress, opening yourself up. Both girls lean in simultaneously. Yuna takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around you, her tongue swirling across the slit. Yeji strokes the shaft while her mouth works lower, kissing down your balls, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently.

"Fuck," you groan, and your hand finds the top of Yuna's head, fingers sliding through her dark hair.

Yuna bobs on the tip with concentrated suction, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of the head on every upstroke. She's not teasing this time. She's trying to make you cum and every movement is calibrated toward that single goal. Meanwhile, Yeji releases your balls and goes lower. Her tongue traces down past the base of your sack, finding the stretch of skin behind it, your perineum, and she presses her tongue flat against it.

The sound that comes out of you is embarrassing. A full-body shudder runs through your legs and you grab the back of Yeji's head instinctively, holding her there. Ryujin never did this. Ryujin never went anywhere near this. The sensitivity is beyond anything you knew your body was capable of feeling, this deep, radiating pressure that connects directly to the base of your cock and amplifies everything Yuna is doing with her mouth.

"Oh my god," you gasp. "Yeji, what the fuck. That feels insane." Yeji hums against your perineum and the vibration nearly buckles your knees. She licks in slow, firm passes, pressing hard with the flat of her tongue, and you can feel the orgasm building from somewhere deep in your pelvis, gathering momentum like a wave.

Yuna pulls off the tip long enough to stroke you and look up. Her huge brown eyes lock onto yours and she holds the gaze as she takes you back into her mouth, sinking down, her lips meeting her fist at the midpoint of your shaft. She doesn't break eye contact. She just stares up at you while she sucks you off, wet and sloppy and relentless, and between Yuna's eyes and Yeji's tongue you are absolutely finished.

"Cum in her mouth," Yeji says from below, voice muffled against your skin. "Cum in your slutty girlfriend's pretty little mouth. Give her every drop. Be a good boy and let go."

You cum. The orgasm hits so hard your vision goes white and your leg on the bed nearly slides out from under you. The first spurt of cum fires straight into Yuna's mouth and she takes it without flinching, her lips sealed around you, her eyes still locked on yours. More follows. Thick, heavy ropes of cum that fill her mouth in pulses, one after another after another, and she stays perfectly still, receiving everything you give her. Your legs are shaking so badly you grip Yuna's shoulder for balance.

Yeji presses one last long kiss to your perineum, then rises, trailing her lips up across your pelvis. "Good boy," she murmurs against your hip bone, her lips soft and tender. "Such a good boy."

Yuna slowly, carefully, pulls the tip of your cock from her mouth. She tilts her head back and opens wide. Her mouth is completely white. A pool of thick cum sitting on her tongue, coating the inside of her cheeks, stringing between her lips. She didn't swallow a single drop. She just held everything there, showing you.

"Look at her," Yeji tells you, her hand on your hip, steadying you. "Don't blink."

Yeji kneels beside Yuna and tilts her own head back, opening her mouth. Yuna cups Yeji's jaw with one hand and tilts it upward, and then she leans over and lets the cum spill from her mouth into Yeji's. It pours in a thick, white stream, stringing between their lips, and Yeji catches it on her tongue. They each swallow a little, their throats working, and then they press their mouths together in a cum-soaked kiss that is filthy beyond anything you've ever witnessed. Their lips are glossy and white, strings of cum stretching between them when they part for air, and they kiss through all of it, tongues sliding against each other, swapping the taste of you back and forth until they've swallowed everything.

When they finally separate, both of their lips are shining, swollen, faintly white at the corners. They look up at you, kneeling side by side on the floor. You sit down on the edge of the bed because your legs cannot support you any longer. You press both palms flat against the mattress. You take a long, slow breath.

“If this is what waking up looks like now,” you say, “I don’t need anything else.”

Yuna meets Yeji’s eyes, both of them smiling. She brushes her thumb over her mouth, then cleans it with a quick flick of her tongue. “C’mon, get dressed, babe,” Yuna chirps, already hopping up like none of that just happened. “Today’s gonna be too good to miss.”

—

Once that ridiculous, flawless, borderline holy morning was over, the three of you managed to wash up and walk out of the Airbnb passing as functional human beings. Showers were taken in shifts because Yuna went first and used every last drop of hot water, and Yeji, left shivering and offended, threatened to end the relationship before it even technically started. You went last and the water was lukewarm at best, but you didn't care. You stood under the spray and stared at the tile and processed the fact that your life had fundamentally changed in the span of twelve hours and you were fine with it. More than fine. You were lighter than you'd been in months.

Lunch ended up being at a tiny place a couple blocks from the beach. Plastic chairs, flimsy paper menus, and food that had no business being that good. The three of you were starving in that specific, hollow way that comes after too much sex and too many feelings all at once. Yuna ordered like she hadn’t eaten in days and finished every bite. You kept picking off Yeji’s plate, and she didn’t even pretend to mind. The conversation stayed light, messy, full of dumb jokes that only work when everyone’s actually having a good time.

Now you're walking along the boardwalk, the ocean stretching out to your left, the sun warm on your skin without being punishing. Yuna is a few steps ahead, wearing your dark sunglasses and those low-waisted jeans that seem to be permanently grafted to her body. She's sipping coconut water from a bottle and filming the scenery with her phone, narrating something for her Instagram stories in that breezy influencer cadence she's been perfecting.

Yeji bumps her shoulder against yours. You look down at her. Her blonde hair is catching the sunlight, almost white at the tips, and her skin is golden from yesterday's beach day. She looks rested. Softer around the edges than usual. "What do you think of today?" she asks.

"Today specifically, or today in the context of the last twenty-four hours?"

"Both."

You think about it. The breeze off the ocean pushes your hair across your forehead. "It's never been this perfect. Any of it. I keep waiting for something to go wrong and nothing does."

"Maybe nothing will."

"Maybe." You smile. "What about you? What do you think?"

Yeji takes a few steps in silence, her sandals clicking on the wooden boards. "I'm happy. That's the simple answer. But it's more than that. I feel... light? Like something I've been carrying around for a long time just isn't there anymore. I didn't even realize how heavy it was until it was gone." She frowns slightly, trying to find the right shape for the feeling. "I didn't know I could feel like this. It's strange. It's good too, I just need to get used to it."

"What part is strange?"

"The part where I'm not worried. I always worry. About you, about Yuna, about everything. But right now I’m just… existing. Walking. Not on edge.” She huffs out a quiet laugh. “It feels wrong.” You reach over and take her hand. She glances down at it, then back up, and smiles. Not the measured, careful smile she gives when she's trying to seem okay. This one reaches everywhere.

"You two are actually unbearable," Yuna calls out from a few steps ahead, spinning around and walking backward just to keep looking at you. Coconut water in one hand, phone in the other, your sunglasses way too big for her face. "This is ridiculously cute. We need a picture. Right now. All three of us." She takes a sip, smiling like she’s already imagining it. "Let’s post it. Announce the new relationship to the world. Hard launch. Ryujin’s going to lose her mind.”

"We're not announcing anything," Yeji says.

"Why not? We look incredible. The lighting is perfect. I have the caption already planned."

"Because this is literally day one. We haven't even defined what this is yet." Yeji squeezes your hand. "Let's take it slow. Figure things out together. One day at a time. There's no rush."

"Slow is boring."

"Slow is mature."

"Same thing." Yuna pouts, bottom lip pushed out, sunglasses sliding down her nose. But she doesn't push it. She takes another sip of coconut water and nods. "Fine. One day at a time. But I'm keeping that selfie from last night as my phone wallpaper. The one on the beach. The kissing one."

"That one is fine," Yeji concedes.

"The other selfie stays locked in a vault."

"Obviously."

You catch up to Yuna and she falls into step beside you, the three of you walking abreast along the boardwalk. You in the middle. Yeji holding your left hand, Yuna close enough on your right that her arm brushes against yours with every step.

"When we’re finally sharing the same roof, we’ll have all the time in the world to work this out," you point out.

Yeji nods. "And in the meantime..."

"And in the meantime," Yuna finishes, hooking her arm through yours, "we keep enjoying this perfect, beautiful, unprecedented harmony." She tosses her empty coconut water into a recycling bin without breaking stride. "Now come on, the vintage market closes at five and I saw a leather jacket online that I need to find in person. I'm leading the way."

She pulls ahead, walking with that confident, slightly chaotic stride that makes strangers look twice. Yeji watches her go, shaking her head with the kind of exasperated fondness that only comes from loving someone who is permanently set to maximum volume. "She's going to buy something ridiculous," Yeji says.

"No doubt," you reply.

"And I’ll pretend I hate it," she continues.

"And then you’ll admit she looks good anyway.”

"Because she will," Yeji sighs, a small smile slipping through. "This is my life now. Our life."

"Scared?" you ask quietly.

She looks up at you. Squeezes your hand once. "Not even a little."

You and Yeji follow Yuna down the boardwalk, fingers intertwined, the afternoon sun warm on your backs. Ahead of you, Yuna turns around and snaps a photo of the two of you holding hands, grinning behind your stolen sunglasses.

"For the archives!" she shouts. "Our grandkids will want to see this!"

"We've been together for twelve hours," you call back.

"Twelve legendary hours! That counts as at least three years!”

There’s a laugh from Yeji beside you, full and clear, carried away by the breeze. It’s rare enough to make you notice. Not the restrained version she defaults to, not something filtered down to fit the moment. It feels new, or maybe just unfamiliar. Either way, it settles into your mind as something you want to hear again.

Happiness doesn't have a form. It doesn't come in one shape, one size, one configuration that society stamps with approval. And since that's the case, you might as well draw it however you like.

A triangle. Three points, three sides, each one holding the others in place. Stable. Balanced. Whole. That's the shape the three of you decided to make, lying on a rug with the ocean outside the window and the rest of your lives stretching out ahead like a road you hadn't noticed was there until someone grabbed your hand and pulled you onto it.

Yuna takes the lead. Yeji keeps your hand in hers. You move with them into the afternoon, into the hum of the street, into the heat and the easy, messy rhythm of a day that belongs to all three of you.

And if the feeling’s right, you don’t overthink it.

You just let it carry you a little further.

Let it stay that simple.

[hantheelf]

TPT 08 | Highly Recommended

Itzy OT5 / OC

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Word count: 18K | Tags: Smut, Bondage, Blindfold, Reverse Gangbang, Orgy... Just enjoy the trip.

Seungdae’s reputation has spread beyond Twice's mouths. Itzy aims to amend a disappointing celebration in their own, very unexpected way, making it a win-win for everyone.

The following day went just as he could expect. Mentally draining work, preparing his own meals with less energy than a zombie, and more draining work.

After his shift was over, he got a chance to talk with Jieun about the events from the previous night. Initially, her tone showed her frustration, followed by a bit of silence.

"If you're getting one of those girls pregnant, you'll have to get me pregnant too!" After a moment of silence, she sighed deeply on the phone, knowing her possessiveness and a couple of drops of her breeding kink had taken over her. "Sorry, I know that won't happen. But please, please be careful," she requested.

They kept talking about more random stuff for another half an hour before she had to get back to work. He let her know in advance that he would take a nap just to rest his head. "Sounds fair," she chuckled. "Do you think we can do that this Sunday? Just… Cuddling and sleeping together all day?"

"Nothing would make me happier right now," he replied, already longing for their time together, knowing her version of cuddling often involved her cockwarming him after they've made love to each other. They hung up, he silenced his phone, and fell asleep for at least three hours. Longer than what he had planned.

When he finally checked his phone, he was swamped with notifications from the last hours, most of them from one unknown number. 'Chaeyoung?' He thought, quickly scanning the texts and considering she was the only Twice member he did not have as a contact yet.

He scrolled through the messages. As far as he could see, they all were simply to call his attention in as many ways as possible, including his full legal name, through different batches of texts every few minutes, then every half an hour.

SD: Hello? ??: FINALLY!!! Can you meet us this Saturday? SD: Chaeyoung? ??: Just one syllable is correct there… 😮‍💨

'Fuck, it finally happened,' he thought, processing the idea that he would now meet other idols. On a different day, he would have been excited to know who would be next, but in that moment, it felt like actual work.

SD: Okay, I'll need help here. Who am I talking to? ??: You didn't read all the messages, right?

He didn't. When he scrolled back, he read her name. Chaeryeong, Lee Chaeryeong. 'Why are there so many' Chaes' in the industry?' He said to himself, running his finger through the bridge of his nose.

SD: Sorry, rough day. Who do you mean by 'us' exactly? CR: Is that a yes? SD: You're not going to tell me unless I'll meet you on Saturday, right? CR: Right! 🙂‍↕️ SD: Fine, what hour?

Chaeryeong, excitedly, established time and place, along with another piece of information he shared with Jieun in a call as soon as she got home late at night.

"All of them?" the soloist asked, perplexed by his statement.

"For three hours, yeah. It seems one of their main servers actually quit, and the other one requested not to be assigned to them anymore," Seungdae sighed, curious about her reaction and insight.

"I have had him for myself for years, and now he's getting eight girls on the same week," Jieun murmured to herself, trying to collect herself. "You know what that means, right?"

"They're too wild?"

"Two of them, mainly. Or so I've heard. Rumor has it they lit the fire for the other three," she sighed. "I only know their sweet side, and they're lovely, caring, and really funny to be around…"

"Yes, but they admire you. I will get to see a different side of them."

"I'm not sure what to expect. Did they say anything about what they want to do? Or how?"

"Just the time and place, and not to cum until then."

"Curiosity is killing you, right?"

"You have no idea."

"Hmm… I do. I guess it's a similar feeling to the one I get before an ambassador event," she reminded him.

"Fear and desire for the unknown?"

"And the thrill of not knowing if you or they will be in charge."

"Yeah, there is that, I guess."

"Our time on Sunday is still on, right?" He could hear the worry in her voice, even though she tried to hide it.

"Our time is ours. No matter what," he replied, hearing her sigh in relief. "Actually, do you think I can go directly to your place after that?"

"Yes! That'd be perfect," she replied quickly. "I'll try to have my scenes recorded earlier so I can leave soon."

"You're far more worried about me than I am."

"Think about it. What pushes a man, much more two, to quit fucking idols?"

"I guess I'll find out."

Friday went without much movement except for a quick video call with Tzuyu after she had gotten home, which was the highlight of the night.

"Itzy? All five of them?" She asked, perplexed, not bothering to hide her reaction.

"Yup! Any advice?"

"Do you still have Sana's scratches on you?" She frowned, worried.

"Yeah, and Jin's to match them."

She sighed. "There's no way you won't have them by tomorrow, right?"

"Only if you know a way to shed two layers of skin in one night," he joked.

Tzuyu scoffed with a cute smile. "Then you'll need to turn off the lights or keep your clothes on as long as you can."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Do you want to come here after you're done with them?" She could see his regretful expression already. "You're going with Jin afterward, right?" She asked with a wide, teasing smile.

"Yes. Should I say sorry?" As usual, whenever Jin was brought up with Tzuyu, he was surprised to see her bright smile shining.

"No, but you should block next Thursday in your calendar," she nodded happily. "I won't accept a no for an answer there, sir." Her tone became serious, and her big eyes took up most of the camera.

"Birthday preparations?"

"So you know!" Her eyes opened wide again, along with a shy, wide smile, this time in pleasant surprise.

"And that's not because it's my job to keep you happy!"

"Your job is to keep me satisfied. It just so happens you also make me happy."

"That's mutual. But you got it. I'll block next Thursday for you."

They kept on talking for a little longer. Tzuyu didn't say anything else about what she wanted to do with him, only that her mother would be traveling to Korea to spend a few days with her, so seeing him on the actual day was no option. He understood, and she wished him luck for the following day.

One night of sleep later, and his day with the Itzy girls had arrived. He made sure to be well rested and to take a shower before getting out of his apartment after they had finished their practice. As requested, he was freshly shaven. Chaeryeong said not to worry about clothes, 'that's not why they wanted him.'

A fancy apartment complex, similar to Tzuyu's, but not as fancy as Jieun's. He parked where he was told and went up in the elevator. When he arrived at the door, he felt chills running through his spine. He rang the doorbell, but he could not hear much from the inside.

When the door opened, a lot of noise came out of the place, followed by complete silence. He was welcomed by Chaeryeong's expressive eyes, pretending seriousness. "Name?" She asked.

"Hwang Seungdae," he replied, smirking at her attempt at a serious expression. The following second, her face showed her bright smile before she grinned, taking him inside the apartment by the arm, and closing the door behind him. He simply followed along. It was understandable that they wanted to make sure he was who he was, but there was no way he was in the wrong place.

"Take off your shoes, get comfortable," Chaeryeong tapped him on the back and ran quickly to the other girls. He was basically cornered in the entrance's hallway. He could feel his heart beating. In his mind, he felt like an animal in a zoo, being observed, although in this case it was by five beauties standing next to the couch, wearing black and white outfits.

All of them allowed him to see their navels. Yeji had a skin-tight, cropped shirt and a pair of shorts that let her long, slim legs breathe. Lia had a black sports bra covered by a long-sleeved shirt with holes in the front and a wide neck that fell over one of her shoulders. Ryujin's all-black outfit accentuated her red hair, but the way her pants hugged her hips and thighs made him thirsty. Chaeryeong, also wearing all-black and rocking jet-black hair, knew how to take advantage of her white skin and the muscles of her shoulders, just as Yuna, whose white cropped tee helped her accentuate her wide hips hidden in her black pants.

The girls looked at each other after examining him while he removed his shoes.

"Oh, don't look at me, this was your idea," Lia looked at Yeji, "because of your birthday," she added, looking at Chaeryeong.

"I'll take it from here then," Yeji smirked. "Mr. Hwang, welcome to my place!" She happily signaled him to enter the living room with them. Being called 'Mr. Hwang' felt weird in his current position, but since they were all seven to ten years younger than him, he decided to run with it.

"Nayeon unnie was right," Yuna whispered. "He is cute when he's confused."

"Thank you, but yeah. I'm pretty confused. Your birthday?" He interveined, wondering how many birthdays he would now have to be a part of, but not complaining about it.

"Yes, it was last Thursday," Chaeryeong replied, acting cute for him, her voice a bit nervous. "We wanted to celebrate that and our comeback, but our usual servers got…"

"Hurt?" Yuna murmured.

"Scared," the rest of the members said in unison with a louder, firmer voice while Lia elbowed Yuna, who just smiled with her lips pursed.

"Yeah, so we could not really do much that night," the black-haired girl continued, biting her lip and looking down. It seemed whatever happened, she was directly involved.

"Yuna and I talked with Nayeon unnie," Lia added.

"And Yeji and I talked with Jihyo unnie," Ryujin noted, pursing her lips.

"And when we all talked about it, we noticed both of them had sent us your contact," the leader stated.

"Fine, now I know how I got here," Seungdae replied. "Now, how do you girls want to do this?"

"Straight to business, huh?" Yuna grinned.

"Jihyo unnie said you were green in the business," Ryujin walked to him. "Have you been tied up before?" She asked, mere centimeters away from him, seemingly unamused.

His eyebrows rose instantly, making them all chuckle silently. "That would be a first."

She smirked. "Follow us," the red-haired woman instructed, and everyone moved to the room with the thickest doorframe. Ryujin waited at the door and closed it once he stepped in.

The man was shocked. They had surely used the space originally planned as the master bedroom and redecorated the whole place as a proper BDSM dungeon. The largest walls were painted crimson red, and the narrow walls were painted black. A dim, warm light illuminated the four corners of the white roof, allowing light to bounce and illuminate the area.

In the farthest black wall, he saw a series of different sex toys attached to the wall as if they were trophies. A variety of dildos of different sizes, some longer and thicker than his own dick, and several sets of whips and handcuffs. His eyes focused on a really long, pearl-white toy that took up the upper center of the wall. Very slim in the tip, growing thicker as his eyes scanned the plug-shaped base. 'I'm fucked,' he thought.

Yeji cleared her throat, making him turn back to see her while Ryujin walked towards the X-shaped structure that was attached to the wall, in front of the huge bed, larger than anything he had seen in person. "Are you still up to the challenge, Mr. Hwang?"

He breathed deeply, turning to see the red-haired woman detaching the structure from the wall. He felt confused, to say the least. Threatened seemed more appropriate. But he remembered all the times Jieun had to tribute. If she managed to get through that, and at times, even look for more, so could he. "What's the plan?" He turned to face the rest of the girls.

The leader grinned. Yuna and Chaeryeong looked at each other, smiling with excitement. Lia simply scoffed with a smirk, closing her eyes and shaking her head before raising her eyebrows at him. He could hear Ryujin chuckling in the back of the room.

"You'll be tied to the X-cross," Yeji stated. He looked back to see Ryujin securing some bolts while she shook her head with a smile. From afar, the frame now seemed to extend from the bed. "As you can see," the leader continued, "it's been modified so your head can rest. So don't worry about any neck pain." Her nails ran softly through the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"There's a catch," Chaeryeong remarked with her sweet voice. "You'll be blindfolded, so you won't see a thing," she bit her lips, nodding in excitement.

"We'll be playing with your body," Yuna purred, walking towards him. "Any part we want," her hand gently touched his abdomen. He could not help but lock eyes with the maknae.

Ryujin sat on the edge of the bed, holding her laugh. "Tell him what he gets."

Lia chuckled. "If you guess who's using you, you'll get to fuck the part of her you were licking, fingering, or whatever, after we set you free," she smirked, tilting her head.

He looked around him, then at Yeji, whose face seemed to be waiting to hunt her prey. That look, those eyes, have sold him the idea already. "Just to be sure, can you give me an example?" He requested, making Yeji grin as she knew they had him exactly where they wanted.

Chaeryeong walked towards him. "Let's say Lia sits on your face, placing her cute pussy in your mouth. If you guess it's her cunt…" She tiptoed to get closer to his ear. "You can fuck her fat pussy as you please later," she whispered.

He locked eyes with Lia, who was already blushing but smirking at her friend's comment. She winked at him. "Okay. Got it." He nodded, already feeling his cock hardening at the thought of the possibilities.

"Since you're green in this… Business," Ryujin added, "We'll let you use your ears. Also, they'll keep it reasonable," she squinted her eyes at him.

"Thank you, I suppose," he scoffed.

"Thank our unnies. They seem to care a lot about your well-being. Some of them," the red-haired woman pointed to her group members, "want to take more than a few bites at you," she added with a smirk, which he corresponded.

"Speaking of that," Yeji stepped in. "We want to see it," her eyebrows rose as she grinned at him. "Strip. Completely," she ordered, smiling with the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

Seungdae sighed with a smile. Tzuyu's advice had come to an end. He nodded and quickly removed all his clothing, kicking his pants off as he stepped out of them.

"Well, damn," Ryujin exclaimed on the back of the room, watching the scars on his back.

Yeji and Yuna grinned at each other after seeing the still visible lines of Jieun's scratch on his chest and Sana's marks on his thigh. Chaeryeong was more amused by the size of his semihard cock, and Lia was holding her laugh, as if she had expected that reaction from her members.

"Damn indeed," the leader wiggled her head, getting closer to touch the scars on his chest with her right hand while her left hand slowly approached his cock.

"Unnie!" Ryujin called her, stopping her from touching his dick. He could see the short-haired woman look at her friend in the back and smile cutely before she placed her hand on his shoulder to spin him around.

"Impressing," the red-haired woman whispered, pursing her lips in surprise at the sight of his hanging cock. Her reaction made it to Seungdae's ears, making him wink at her while the other girls talked about his scratches on his back. Ryujin simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"When did these happen?" Chaeryeong asked, placing her hand on his right shoulder.

"About a week ago, for most of them," he replied, turning back to face them.

Yuna walked towards him, placing her palms on his chest and his ribs. "Ready to be tied up?" She asked, drawing his eyes down at her.

He tilted his head, not ready yet, but Yeji and Chaeryeong walked towards him, taking his forearms to take him closer to the horizontal X-cross, noticing a series of stools around it.

"Don't worry too much," the leader looked at him. "If you liked getting those scratches, you're going to love being restrained," she smiled devilishly at him.

"Own experience?" He asked her with a smirk, sitting on the cold frame.

"Maybe," she bit her lips, unable to hide her smile.

He lay down on the cross with his face closer to the wall and his feet near the bed. Up close, he could now see there was enough space between the wooden frame for them to walk around it. Lia held his head, caressing his hair while she secured the collar on his neck, and the other girls locked his limbs in place.

"Ryujin and I will try to keep them civil if we can," she winked at him with a warm smile, running her soft fingers through his face before she placed a lace blindfold over his eyes. Before he could say anything about it being see-through, she added a leather blindfold over it, fully blinding him from a few scenes he'd wish his eyes could see.

"Is it tight?" Lia asked him.

"Perfect," he replied. "Unlike my right hand," he added, moving his fingers.

"Sorry," Yeji laughed, loosening the leather cuff just enough.

"So…" He pondered.

"Now you miss the five of us getting naked," Yuna teased him, running her nails through his left thigh.

Seungdae sighed, literally unable to do anything else while he heard them all stripping down, giggling. Suddenly, they all went quiet. He heard them surrounding him, and in a sudden coordinated attack, he felt hands running through his whole body.

The man chuckled, unable to count how many hands were over him, realizing he had no way to tell the difference between their hands, except maybe for Yeji and Yuna, who had longer, sharper nails. Other than that, he'd have to rely on any noise they made and his gut to get lucky and guess who was on top of him.

His dick hardened as two hands stroked him and another played with his balls. Unsure of what they'd do to him, he'd need to focus on guessing who was using him. Before he could think any further, a mouth enveloped his cock. A coo of satisfaction came out of his lips.

Her tongue, whomever it was, swirled around the tip of his dick deliberately, but never rushed. A set of fingers on his left pec seemed to be getting sharper while a different hand moved from his cheek to his mouth. The girl enjoying his cock, suddenly sucked him, making him moan just when the fingers were about to get to his lips. But these disappeared as a yell spread in the room.

"Yah!" Yeji noticed Chaeryeong sucking his cock. The rest of the girls looked at the leader angrily as they'd have to switch places to keep him confused. Some walked around him, others over him, but the pale girl remained in place, giving the man a handjob with both hands.

"We said we'll wait!" The short-haired girl mouthed to Chaeryeong.

"I am the birthday girl," she replied with no sound, and a sly smile next to his dick.

"Your birthday was two days ago. It doesn't count!" Yuna fought silently, standing next to his head. She raised her right leg and wiggled her toes.

"Already?" Ryujin whispered, loud enough for Seungdae to hear.

The next new thing he felt was a set of toes entering his parted lips. The skin was soft, provoking his tongue to slide through them willingly. The smell was fairly sweet, even though the taste was slightly salty. Along with it, he felt someone sitting just above his dick. He could feel a thin line of her nectar resting on his lower stomach. It was Lia, who was also moving her palms through his torso, which helped him breathe at a constant pace.

"I hope you don't mind, but we haven't taken a shower since we finished rehearsing," Yeji stated, walking around him.

"I co…" He began, unable to speak for the toes in his tongue. Yuna kindly removed her foot from his mouth. "I couldn't care less," he replied, keeping his mouth open. Yuna lowered her toes again, biting her lips as she spread her digits for his tongue to lick them properly.

"He's enjoying it too much," Ryujin told Yeji in silence. They signaled Chaeryeong to move, and the couple took her place. Yeji immediately stroked his dick with both hands.

Lia moved in sync with the pale woman, both knelt to suck the man's fingers for a bit before standing up, nodding to Yuna, who removed her foot from his lips and prepared her left foot, lowering it to his mouth at the same time her sunbaes lowered their hips over his hands.

The man was taken aback by the sudden warmth of a pussy on each hand, and what was clearly the other foot of whoever he was licking before. His fingers moved right away at the same rhythm as the hands sliding through his length.

Luckily, he didn't have to move much of his body, only his tongue and fingers. He had to admit he was having a blast licking those toes, but the pussies drenching his fingers felt tighter than he imagined.

The outer lips of the one in his left hand felt plump. He thought of Chaeryeong's words about Lia's fat pussy, but it may be too soon to try guessing if he had only felt two cunts thus far. The woman on his right hand felt different. Her inner lips were a bit more pronounced. 'It'll be funny to play with them if I can get them to my mouth later,' he thought.

Both women were holding their moans while Yeji murmured silently with Ryujin.

"Come on, try it!" she insisted, capturing the tip of his dick with her whole hand and stroking him with her left. Ryujin squinted her eyes in disgust. "When will you ever hold a dick this size?" The leader added, leaning toward his cock.

The red-haired girl rolled her eyes and sighed. Her hand reached the base of his manhood. She was impressed by how hard it felt to the touch. "It's harder than most dildos," she mouthed to the eldest.

Yuna almost lost her balance, surprised by Ryujin's action. She called Lia's and Chaeryeong's attention, reacting just as the maknae did. When the red-haired girl noticed their looks, she just pointed at Yeji and slapped the man's dick before signaling them to rotate again.

"Any guess so far?" Ryujin asked, walking with Yeji.

He wanted to guess whose feet he had licked, but he could only remember that most of them were wearing socks before he got blindfolded. "Were those Yeji's feet?"

"Nuh-uh," the leader replied from afar before he felt a moist warmth near his face, accompanied by the pleasant smell of a wet, sweaty pussy.

"I don't know who you might be, but if you're doubting, yes. You can sit on my face," he smirked.

"He's bold," Chaeryeong turned and mouthed to her members before resting her slit on his face, holding his hair, and immediately using his nose to stimulate her clit.

Lia had moved to the man's cock and began sucking on it slowly while Yuna played with his balls. Yeji guided the fingers of his right hand inside her pussy, and Ryujin decided to sit on his bicep, pulling the leader for a kiss.

The pussy in his mouth tasted like heaven. As much as he tried to move his head, the woman kept him in place, rocking her hips back and forth, not caring for his desires. He recognized the inner lips from earlier when he had them in his hand, but he knew, whoever she was, she didn't care about anything other than her own pleasure, and he was more than fine with that; the woman sucking his cock was drooling all over it, giving lube for the ball massage he was getting.

He could focus on two things: eating as much of that cunt as he could, and making the woman on his right hand release that moan he knew she was holding. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers as she aggressively rubbed her clit on his palm. The sound of her and the woman on his bicep kissing added another level of arousal to the whole party that was trying to keep its sounds to a minimum.

"Wanna go first?" Lia murmured to Yuna.

"Can I?"

"They're too busy to care," the elder puckered her lips and smiled, stroking his cock while Yuna got in position, giving her back to everyone but Lia, who knelt, keeping her mouth near his sack.

The next thing Seungdae knew was that his cock was quickly taken by an impossibly hot pussy, making him groan in Chaeryeong's cunt just as Yuna whimpered for a second as soon as his dick hit her cervix.

Everyone turned to see her, and then the man. It seemed his own noise didn't let him hear the maknae. Lia was quick to suck his balls to keep him distracted, testing the limits of her mouth to keep both testicles inside of it. Chaeryeong and Yeji locked eyes and stood up. They knelt at the sides of his face and began licking him, cleaning the pale woman's juices from his face, but only Chaeryeong licked his lips.

With no woman on his hands and enjoying the tongues around him, he simply enjoyed the slickness of the walls clenching around his cock, taking more of him at every bounce while the other woman played with his balls, taking one at a time, then both licking every little line of his scrotum.

"Any guess for now?" Ryujin inquired, standing near his head while she caressed Yeji's hair.

"Did I lick your cunt?" He asked her, imagining that such a tasty pussy must have been hers.

She scoffed with a smirk. "Nope. Any other guess?"

"Earlier, was that Yuna's mouth on my dick?" He groaned, making Lia laugh after seeing the maknae getting startled at the sound of her own name.

"That's Lia in my balls!"

"Yah!" She yelled.

Everyone stood up to laugh comfortably, except for Yuna, who accidentally let her weight fall over his dick and tried her best to hold her moan.

"I get to fuck your mouth later, then?" He chuckled as she got close to his face.

"If you say it like that, it sounds tempting," Lia whispered in his ear.

Yeji helped Yuna stand up, letting his cock drenched in her nectar. Before anyone else could get close, the short-haired girl took his manhood and sat on one of the stools. She looked at Yuna, who quickly got another stool to the right side of the man, almost in front of the leader.

Yeji turned to Ryujin and locked her eyes with her. "Please!" the slim girl mouthed to Ryujin with a wide smile. "I know you're curious," she added.

Yuna held her giggle, watching her elders exchange. The red-haired woman sighed with a smirk, shaking her head, but went for a stool to place at the left of the man's head. The remaining members winked at Ryujin and knelt at the sides of Yeji.

In a coordinated attack, Seungdae felt six feet over him, three in his cock, three on his face. Thanks to Jieun, he'd gather enough experience to know one of the girls was using her soles to stroke his length, respreading the thick nectar that he still has on his shaft. The last foot on his crotch rubbed the skilled toes on his glans, almost cupping it in circular motion.

The one foot on the right of his face left some subtle tracks of liquid when she spread her toes on his cheek. He figured it was the girl he had licked before. So, not Yeji. Since he had already enjoyed those, his mouth reached for the toes on his left, catching the big toe, only for this to force itself in his mouth to fit all of her toes.

Ryujin had taken his boldness as a challenge, making him suck the toes of her right foot while she pinched his cheek with her right one. At the same time, she enjoyed watching Lia and Chaeryeong suck on Yeji's tits, making her squirm as she tried to hold her reaction, unable to use her hands to defend herself, just to keep balance on the stool.

The man was fascinated with the toes in his mouth, purposefully licking between her digits, at times sticking his tongue out to try to lick her soles. Even though Ryujin didn't want to admit it, it felt good. The pleasant tickling his tongue caused in her toes caused her to reconsider using him for herself in some capacity. Reluctantly, she let him run his tongue over the extent of both her feet.

Even with two members over her breasts, Yeji still had enough focus to see Ryujin's internal conflict, and Yuna's face, equally amazed by that. The leader called the youngest's attention, asking her to move her foot to his shaft, rubbing it with the length of her sole while Yeji used her left foot to keep his cock steady. Carefully, she moved her right foot to his balls, wiggling her toes below his sack to feel its weight.

Unfortunately for her, the members sucking her nipples had gotten bored already.

"My turn," Chaeryeong whispered to the leader. She leaned towards the man's Cock to kiss Yuna's foot, signaling to move it. The maknae understood and stood up with Ryujin, leaving space for Lia.

The jet black-haired woman bit her lips with a bright smile and slowly shoved his cock inside her pussy. The woman couldn't help but moan loudly as his dick rearranged her walls, catching everyone's attention.

Before Seungdae could say anything, Lia, facing Chaeryeong, quickly spread her ass and covered his mouth with it, making everyone chuckle, and herself squeal a bit at the immediate lick she felt in her pucker hole.

"Quickly!" Yuna told them loudly, covering her mouth right away.

Chaeryeong didn't miss a beat and began swaying her hips on top of him, feeling his cock moving inside her pussy. Likewise, Lia held his hair, keeping one of her ass cheeks held while she rocked her hips, letting him lick her ass as much as he wanted.

Ryujin had stepped away for a bit to prepare one of the straps they had in the room.

"Unnie, are you really going to…?" Yuna wondered, watching her pick one dildo about an inch shorter than Seungdae's cock.

"What? No! He's going to need some help to keep all four of you satisfied," she whispered with a smirk before scoffing at Yeji's exaggerated sad expression. "We don't want to scare him that quickly." She walked towards the leader. "You haven't even enjoyed him yet," Ryujin whispered, holding her by the chin to kiss her on the lips. "I'll get you ready."

The red-haired girl took the leader's hand and walked back to the bed, followed by the maknae. Yeji knew exactly what to do. She placed her head at the edge of the bed, as low as she could, and raised her ass in the air. Ryujin quickly left the strap handy and spread her friend's butt cheeks to lick her asshole, unafraid of sticking her tongue inside the leader.

Yuna, however, knelt behind Ryujin, sliding her left hand to Ryujin's small tit, massaging it as her right hand went down to her folds, drenching them in her nectar first before inserting two of them inside her walls.

Unaware of what was happening on the bed, Seungdae had dedicated himself to enjoying Chaeryeong's relentless pussy. She kept bouncing on his cock for a while, proving her endurance. Just as the woman had increased her speed, he felt himself getting closer to his climax.

He removed his tongue from Lia's asshole and tried to call her name, although his sound was muffled by her ass cheeks. He insisted, holding his orgasm until she moved a bit from his mouth. "I'm close!" He exclaimed, calling everyone's attention.

Chaeryeong grinned, looking at Lia, and then back at the three girls watching them from the bed. She placed her hands on his lower abs and fucked herself at full speed, making their flesh clap loudly while Lia sat on his face again, this time letting her pussy fall on his mouth.

'Fuck!' He thought, feeling Chaeryeong's walls rubbing his whole length at full speed. Lia's pussy was indeed fat, and right there and then, incredibly juicy. If they wanted him to fill them, he'd do that happily, enjoying his own meal.

The pale woman felt his cock twitch inside of her, no longer caring to hold her moans until she felt the strong shots of semen hitting the depths of her cunt. She could see, by Lia's face, that the man's mouth had also gone overboard while eating her out, as her hands were fully planted on his chest, and her hips were rocking over him just as she was doing.

Yuna stepped down, licking her fingers while she walked towards Chaeryeong as she tried to stand up. As soon as his dick exited her body, the maknae's digits kept as much of his cum inside of her, and her mouth took his cock, quickly bobbing it a few times before swallowing his whole length down her throat.

She felt proud, seeing how his hips shivered while she quickly bobbed her head, lips touching the base of his cock repeatedly before stepping up, guiding the pale woman to the bed, laying her down to spread her legs and lick her oozing pussy.

Lia turned to look at Ryujin, who still had her tongue sticking out after eating Yeji's ass. As soon as they locked eyes, the red-haired woman knew what she needed.

"That was Chaeryeong's pussy I just filled," he panted with a wide smile, feeling a cool breeze of AC running through his soaking wet cock.

"Yes, you did!" The pale woman replied, happily spreading her own pussy for the maknae's agile tongue.

"And Lia's sweet ass and pussy I just ate," he chuckled, making Lia exhale in happy defeat. "Whose throat was that?" He asked, still amazed by how that felt.

Before he could do anything else, he felt two hands stroking his length and a mouth, taking his glans and spilling saliva over his shaft, keeping him hard. He chuckled at himself for fighting his sensitivity, and at the notion that he was nothing but a fuck toy for them. With Twice, it didn't feel like that, but that was pretty much what his job was on paper.

His train of thought was interrupted by a change in his dick. The blowjob had stopped, but one of the hands kept him steady. He felt his tip running through a pussy, but the movement continued until he felt a pucker hole, working its way to swallow his dick.

Yeji was doing her best to hold her whimpers as her ass spread to take his girth. Suddenly, the resistance her ass was placing disappeared, and her ass engulfed more than half of his cock.

"Fuck!" Seungdae exclaimed at the incredible pressure her anal walls were imposing on his dick.

"You're welcome, lucky bastard," Ryujin whispered near Lia's head while she rammed her strap-on inside her elder. Both of them were spoon fucking on the bed, watching the events unfolding.

Yeji still could hear her. She turned quickly, taking a glance at the makeup session Chaeryeong and Yuna had, and locking eyes with the redhead, and then looked at Lia's soft face, enjoying Ryujin's treatment. She scoffed and nodded at Ryujin.

The leader rose her hips slightly and let herself fall on his dick, impaling her ass with all of his length and making him groan loud enough to cover her own, controlled whimper. She was no stranger to having something that large inside of her body, whatever hole it was, but having something that thick, and mainly warm, was certainly a plus for her.

She kept it fully inside her guts for a moment. Her eyes closed, and a wide smile took over her face as she felt it throbbing. She chuckled silently and began fucking herself on his manhood, enjoying the sensation of her insides being rearranged every time she bounced on it.

For Seungdae, the sensation was equally rewarding. Her body felt equally welcoming and tight around his shaft. He had no idea who was riding him, but whoever it was, he wanted to hold her and pound into her with all his might. Thankfully, the cross he was tied to had nothing restraining him from thrusting his hips just a bit into her hole.

While they fucked, Yuna had already finished licking and fingering the man's cum out of Chaeryeong's pussy, leaving her in a post-orgasm bliss. "Will you be okay?" She whispered to the trembling pale girl, who simply nodded in response, smiling with her eyes.

The maknae looked around her. Ryujin was removing her strap to lie down on the bed, spreading her legs to welcome Lia. She couldn't resist her member's tanned ass. Yuna grabbed it to bite it and give it a quick peck before getting off the bed, letting her get into business with the red-haired girl who was already caressing Chaeryeong's head.

Yuna ran her fingers through Yeji's shoulders, bringing a wicked smile to her face as she walked to the man's face. She stood above him, facing the leader. He felt her coming near his face and was prepared to welcome her in his mouth when a drop of her nectar fell on his face.

Without giving it much thought, she spread her ass and forced the man to kiss her pucker hole. Although he was expecting her pussy to drink more of her, feeling her asshole touch his lips was a nice surprise. Even more so, the fact that his tongue could feel her rim was already loose. His tongue slid in easily, with no resistance.

The buttholes he had licked through the years had never reached that level of permanent state as hers. Seungdae kept eating her ass, knowing that if it was this damaged already, it would soon be enveloping his cock.

Merely through hearing, he knew the girls on top of him were making out. Each of them had placed their left hand on him to support themselves. He tried to picture who he had on top of him. The ass in his mouth had to be Yuna. 'She gives that needy slut type, surely she's an anal whore,' he thought.

He needed to know whose butthole he was fucking so deliciously, so he pictured who could be making out with Yuna in such a way. In his mind, Ryujin looked the most desirable for that. The Shin sisters would make an amazing pairing, but the red-haired woman seemed the most distant from him from the start. 'Maybe Yeji?' He wondered, remembering her devilish grin.

'Two of them, mainly.' Jieun's words resonated in his brain. 'If this group works something like Twice, the leader took the Tribute bullet,' he deduced.

Thinking he had the eldest and youngest members of the group on top of him drove him crazy. His tongue swirled inside Yuna's asshole, reaching a new level of lust for him as he felt Yeji’s hole gripping around his cock every time she rose her ass.

He could hear them murmur something amid their kiss, and suddenly, the woman in his face stood up.

"Yuna!" He exclaimed confidently, catching everyone's attention and making Yeji fully sit on his cock, never stopping swaying her hips while Ryujin laughed out loud.

"Why?" The red-haired girl asked, her happiness could be heard in her tone.

"A broken asshole suits her," he chuckled. "If I'm right, get on my dick already."

His words made everyone silent. Yeji stopped moving for a couple of seconds and slowly stood up, clenching her ass to make him feel her in detail.

Yuna had taken it as a challenge. He felt her hands resting on his lower stomach, purposefully digging her nails into his skin. He laughed a bit in satisfaction to know he was right, followed by a profound moan coming out of his and Yuna's lungs as her asshole easily engulfed his whole length.

"His dick is mine until he cums inside me," Yuna declared.

"Happily," he replied, feeling his right wrist being unlocked, taking a moment to move his arm.

"Greedy," Chaeryeong scoffed, looking from Ryujin's embrace as she was fucked by her strap-on in doggy style, before burying her face in Lia's pussy.

Seungdae could hear their flesh slapping against each other. The pale girl did not bother controlling her moans anymore. He had already pictured the scene, but he was focused on Yuna's insides moving violently around his cock as she bounced on him.

His left wrist was unlocked, and soon, a pussy sat on his mouth, aligning her entrance perfectly with his mouth and letting her gaping ass rest on his nose. He could feel that one of her hands was rubbing her clit with a lot of energy. Immediately, his right hand latched onto her ass, followed by his left hand after helping his own circulation. Finally, he could feel one of their bodies at his own will.

His hands gripped her buttocks before running through her firm, long thighs. Considering the odds, the noises coming from the bed, and the wet feeling between her ass cheeks, he was confident he was eating Yeji’s cunt.

His left hand slid through her back while his right hand moved through her stomach. His fingertips sank into her flesh, feeling a thin layer of fat and her strong core as she rocked her hips back and forth in his face. He wanted to feel more of her. His hands climbed to her chest, grabbing her small breasts with incredibly hard nipples that he did not hesitate to pinch, forcing the woman to take her hand to her mouth.

"Yuna," he exclaimed, feeling his climax getting closer with every move of the maknae's hips. His hands tightened in Yeji's boobs, pinching her nipples and making the woman exhale a muted whimper, which also accelerated the hand rubbing her clit.

The maknae was having fun. She felt his cock twitch harder every second inside her guts, enjoying the way his thrusts became harder and harder while she watched the leader's nipples being pulled, causing Yeji to blush and fight to keep her whimpers quiet.

Her right hand reached for the eldest's chin, forcing her to look at her while she fucked herself, grunting to make the man drain his seed in her ass. Yeji smiled, and the man slammed his hips against Yuna's ass, shooting his thick load inside her. A cute giggle came out of the maknae as she felt the desperation in the man while his cock kept depositing more and more semen in her guts.

The broken smile on the maknae's face was the signal for Yeji to let go and release her own orgasm. Suddenly, her hips shook on the man's face, and a fountain of squirt erupted from her pussy directly onto the man's open mouth.

At this point, Seungdae was not even mad. If anything, he was impressed with their coordination and thankful that, unlike Nayeon, they let him finish his climax before being drowned in the slightly salty river of juices coming out of the leader.

He drank her squirt happily, feeling how some bits fell on the sides of his face, down her nape and neck. Smaller and weaker jets of liquid kept pouring from the woman's pussy until a set of footsteps got closer to help her get off his face to let him breathe properly.

"Yeji…" He panted. "I could have drowned in Yeji's cunt," he laughed.

Lia guided Yeji behind Yuna's ass, helping her kneel to support her trembling legs. Carefully, the maknae rose her hips, letting the man's cock fall on his belly, along with thick droplets of cum dripping from her weak asshole.

"Why don't I give you your reward now?" Yeji asked, taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth, running her tongue through every little corner of his skin, savoring the bitterness of Yuna's anal walls.

The man groaned, taking his hands to his head, unsure if he could already take off the blindfold. Thankfully for him, it was Lia who gracefully removed it for him, placing her hand over his eyes to help him adapt to the light of the room while she used her free hand to loosen the collar that kept his head in place.

"Game is over now," Ryujin chuckled from the bed.

"I thought you'd like to see what you did to Yuna's ass," Lia grinned at him, helping him with his head so he could look down.

He was amazed to see the maknae's loose butthole, fully gaping and spread by her own fingers as her nails dug into her ass cheeks. Just below that, her glistening pussy with a cute pair of inner lips, dripping her own nectar.

"Wait," he voiced, right hand reaching to her lower back to make her arch her back and give him a clearer view of her bald pussy. "Fuck…" He exclaimed, admiring the vertical piercing she had on the hood of her clit.

She let go of her ass cheeks and wiggled her hips, letting him admire her loose rim and her pussy. "You've never seen one like that, have you?" She giggled before stepping up and moving aside, revealing the naughty eyes of Yeji, still savoring Yuna's ass from the skin of his sensitive dick.

"You'll get hard again. And you'll make me choke on this cock," the leader pouted, making Lia laugh.

"Sure, in a minute, I'm just…" His thoughts got interrupted by the scene taking place on the bed.

Chaeryeong's white ass was in the air, wiggling happily as she ate Ryujin's pussy. The red-haired woman wiggled her fingers with a sly smile as a greeting, raising her hips and holding the pale woman's head against her crotch.

"I hope you don't mind that I took some of them for a few moments here and there. You looked too busy, and they get needy," Ryujin smirked at him.

"She fucked me already," Lia whispered in his ear, delicately placing her fingers on his shoulder and his hip. Her words made him notice the strap-on with a dildo similar in size to his own dick next to Chaeryeong on the bed. "Yeji's cleaning you so you can fuck me."

He turned to see Lia's subtle smirk. Having her up close, now able to see her, he paid attention to her face. Her cute eyes, her round cheeks, her tempting lips. His eyes went down her body along with his left hand, seeing and touching her small tits and her dark brown nipples, and her smooth pussy.

She giggled. "I shaved it for today. Nayeon unnie thought you'd like it," she pouted with a bit of shame.

His fingers caressed her exposed, soft pubis. "With or without bush, what I like are your fat lips," he whispered, feeling her wet folds and shoving his fingers inside her. "Do you want me to fill you like I did Chaeryeong?"

"Only if you fuck me properly," she smirked at him, letting her soft moans free.

"Count on it," he replied.

The next moment, he realized his cock was already fully hardened in Yeji's hands and mouth. The following second, he felt Yeji's throat engulfing half of his dick with a loud gag before she took him fully inside her pipe while Lia, still with his fingers inside her, sat behind him on the X-cross, running her hands through his torso and peeking behind his arms.

When he looked down at the leader, he met her fierce, hungry eyes that quickly smiled mischievously at him while she took her hands behind her back. Her subtle giggle was accompanied by Yuna's silhouette appearing behind her. Unlike Dahyun, her long skinny legs and wide hips allowed for a thigh gap that let her juices shine between her legs.

Yuna towered over the leader for a second before she knelt behind her. "Are you sure, unnie?" The maknae asked her in the ear with a deeper voice and lustful eyes, biting her own lips and holding Yeji's wrists with one hand. The leader didn't say anything. She just pushed herself down his crotch until her nose was pressing against his pubes.

"You better not cum in her throat," Yuna warned him with challenging eyes, running her fingers through the eldest's scalp. "That load is for our dear Jisu."

"Yeji's throat is bulging a lot," Chaeryeong whispered, admiring the leader's neck adapting to his size. "Do you think she can handle it?"

"His length is not a problem for her. His girth…" Ryuji scoffed. "Even if she can't keep him in for long, she'll let them use her to edge him." She shook her head with a smirk, watching Yuna's fingers firmly gripping Yeji's short hair.

The youngest tensed her arms and pulled the leader's head from his crotch, taking most of his cock out of her throat before pushing her back to take it all.

The man was fascinated with the scene. Yuna's eyes were filled with curiosity and deviltry. She, as everyone in the room, wanted to see how much the leader could take, violently fucking her throat with his cock.

Yeji's face emanated bliss and lust. It was clear she enjoyed being used and had practice in that regard. Her eyes barely blinked, always locked on the man's face. She let her tears run down her cheeks as she gurgled loudly, thanks to the abuse on her pipe.

Then, a loud retching. Yuna kept her in place, forcing her lips to touch his groin. "Nuh-uh," she slowed down, but kept pushing and pulling her face on his cock. "You'll be a good bitch and continue until I say we're done," she whispered to her. Yeji pushed herself against his crotch, again, giving her the green light to recover her rhythm.

"Don't even try stopping them," Lia whispered to Seungdae, still enjoying his fingers inside of her, moving involuntarily thanks to his reactions to the short-haired woman's pipe. "Just enjoy it and hold it for me."

Easier said than done. Yeji's tight throat felt fantastic. Her gurgling became the only soundtrack in the room as everyone had their eyes focused on her. Every so often, she would retch again, contracting her whole neck around his cock, making him clench his fingers inside Lia in an attempt to divert the pleasure he was feeling.

Right there, he thought of Jieun and Tzuyu. How they frequently ask him to keep fucking them after they've cummed around his cock. How they must have learned to enjoy the torture of their hyper-sensitive cunts being drilled, even if they can't take it anymore.

He felt that. He wanted more. His dick was overly sensitive. Every time Yuna forced her head down his shaft, it felt like heaven and torture at the same time. He didn't know how long he could keep going, but Yeji’s face and gurgling pushed him where his mind didn't think was possible.

Soon, her eyes became weaker, and the retching became more violent until her body could not hold it. An alarming amount of drool came out of Yeji's mouth and nose just as Yuna sank her face on Seungdae's manhood, keeping her still as her back quickly curved and arched.

Yuna pulled her now weak head, slowly releasing his cock and allowing her to breathe after a labored gasp. "You were supposed to clean it up for Jisu unnie," she pouted, still holding her by her hair. "Leave him all nice and slippery for her." The maknae placed her close to his dick and, in a pure state of lust, bliss, and pure hunger, Yeji began sucking all of her drool from the man's crotch using only her mouth, letting his cock sway across her face with every little movement.

Seungdae was equally aroused and shocked at the display. His dick hurt from being so hard, even if the orgasm he was feeling got away with her final retching. He knew he should release everything inside Lia's cunt, so he focused on enjoying the leader's tongue swirl around every corner of his dick, balls, and crotch.

The youngest stood up and confidently walked closer to the man, letting him see her bouncy, perky tits. "Next time I see you, I hope you'll be rougher than that with me," Yuna whispered in his ear, passing a hand through Lia's breasts and taking the man's free hand to her pussy. "I promise I won't break," she licked his ear and ran his fingers through her slit, ensuring his fingers touched her piercing before she took his hand to make it rest on her wide hips as she stood next to him, enjoying the show.

He could feel Lia on his back, trying to hold her laugh. Before he could say anything to her, he felt Yeji's hands spreading his legs, trying to get his ass closer to her face. The hunger in her eyes and a gentle tap from Yuna pushed him to comply, moving just enough so she could proceed.

A wicked smile took over the eldest. She took his sack with one hand, holding it up so her mouth could reach the man's crack. Her tongue quickly looked for his pucker hole, taking any remnants of her translucent puke, drinking it all. Just when he thought she was over, her hands entered the scene, spreading his ass.

His initial reaction was clenching his ass, but having the group's leader in that position, so eager to eat his asshole, made him force himself to relax and let her do what she wanted. "Fuck," he sighed, feeling her tongue slowly entering his ass, sending shivers through his body until her lips sealed around his butthole.

She swirled her tongue up and down, side to side, in and out a few times. His reactions made it clear to Yeji and everyone that he was not used to the unique sensation, so she kept playing for a bit until she slowly circled his tight rim, detaching her lips from his crack. Her middle finger, however, slid just enough to use her saliva as lube and get inside him for a split second before he flinched.

"Whoa!" He quickly moved away, taking his fingers out of Lia's pussy to guard himself, making her yelp in the process. "Not with those nails, kitten."

Yeji pouted, taking her middle finger into her mouth, sucking it clean. Yuna walked towards her and bent at her side, holding her by the hair again. "Just look at this face," the maknae told him, dragging the leader closer to the man's face. "She's been waiting for you to praise her."

Her short hair was messy. Her lustful eyes were still tearful. Her cheeks blushed, shining in her own saliva and tears from earlier. Her mouth was slightly open, letting her breath escape through her lips, revealing her hunger. Her lips looked plumped from all the blood that ran through her face and the remains of her drool. She was ashamed of herself, but her whole body screamed she was happy to be there, being used and degraded in front of an audience.

Yuna held her in place, getting closer to his face in sync with Lia. "Tell her what she is," the youngest whispered, holding Yeji's face by her cheeks with one hand as a broken smile invaded the leader's face.

"They both love a good praise with some humiliation," Lia whispered directly in his ear, making him grin before he leaned forward to the leader's wicked face.

His fingers ran through Yeji's hair, getting a firm grip at the top of her head. He scanned her body. Her tits were slightly less voluminous than Yuna's, but the way they hung made her hard nipples look tempting. His eyes went down her slim torso and down her little bush. It was all growing naturally, but the density and length of her pubes indicated she had fully waxed or shaven a couple of weeks ago.

He smirked. "You are a truly amazing and pathetic little slut, aren't you?" His words made her chuckle in Yuna's hand. "I have to admit you are a really talented cock-adicted whore," he got closer to her face, locking his eyes on hers. "And I can't wait to have some time with you alone."

The youngest turned to him with an offended look on her face, keeping Yeji still. "Only with her?"

He released the leader's head and turned to hold Yuna's chin, bringing her closer to him. "Every attention-craving slut will have her time," he pulled her closer to his face, sliding his hand to her neck and pressing it firmly at the sides. "And trust me, I really want to try to break you and your loose ass even more."

She smiled and blushed, releasing the eldest, who was now looking at Yuna with pride.

"Now, I am going to take Lia to bed, and I'm going to fill her pussy just like I filled your guts, alright?"

"Yah! Bring that needy whore over here!" Chaeryeong demanded, running her right foot over her pale leg, waiting in a corner of the mattress, opposite to Ryujin, who was signaling Yeji to get to her.

Seungdae turned to Lia, letting his hand run through her lower back until he grabbed her ass. "Lucky for us, the bed is big enough for everyone here."

"It was planned that way," Jisu chuckled before yelping when she was carried in the man's arms with ease, holding her weight with one hand, firmly grabbing her fleshy asscheek. Despite this, she immediately hugged him with her arms and legs, supporting her own weight. He smiled at her, letting go of her butt to extend his hands and guide the other two women.

After a gentle push on her lower back, Yuna immediately jumped to Chaeryeong, who welcomed her with open legs and arms. Yeji crawled towards Ryujin, who was expecting her with the strap-on in her hands.

"Will you do me the honor?" The red-haired girl asked, loosening the straps just a bit.

"I thought you'd fuck me instead," the leader pouted, taking the dildo and putting on the strap.

"I will… Tonight, when it's only you and me," Ryujin stood on her knees, helping her friend get ready. "But I wanted to show him what he'll never get," she whispered, quiet enough for him not to hear. Yeji grinned, quickly adjusting the straps around her hips, then turning to Seungdae.

The man carefully lay Lia on the edge of the mattress. At her left, the red-haired woman got comfortable, opening her legs in anticipation of Yeji. He could now see their bodies in full detail.

Ryujin's whole complexion looked tight. Her small mounts made her caramel brown nipples look all the more biteable. Her ribs accentuated her waist, and her meaty thighs made her lower half look thicker than the rest of her body. Her pussy, adorned with a trimmed bush, looked fat, just not as much as Lia's. Like her, Ryujin's pussy was already drenched in her own nectar.

Both women looked particularly delicious as they waited in bed. It seemed they read each other's minds, as they turned to see each other, keeping one leg up. The man could not hold himself and let his fingers run through Ryujin's soft calf, only for her to raise her left leg, pointing her big toe at his face.

"Who told you you could do that?" She raised her eyebrow as Yeji approached, quickly grabbing her ankle and pushing her foot near Seungdae's mouth, who was quick to hold it in his face.

"Me," the leader smiled. "You seemed to enjoy the way he licked your feet earlier," she scoffed, lightly patting the man's thigh. He already had Ryujin's sole in his lips, but with Yeji's signal, he kissed it softly, slowly guiding her toes to his mouth.

As soon as his lips touched her big toe, she removed her leg, moving it to hook Yeji's waist instead, looking at her with a frown as the strap-on rested over her belly, reaching her navel, and making Chaeryeong and Yuna chuckle at the other end of the bed.

Yeji pouted with a fake sad expression. "You like it when we worship your feet. It's clear he likes feet. I just thought…"

"Shut up and fuck me," the red-haired woman demanded, making her partner grin.

Yeji turned to Seungdae, signaling at Lia and nodding quickly. Both aligned with the pussies in front of them. "You're going to love their moans," she smirked at him, raising three fingers. Two. One.

They pushed into the women's bodies. Jisu's walls instantly welcomed him, enveloping his cock completely in an incredible warmth. Her gasp paired with Ryujin, who also took most of the dildo inside her pussy.

Without waiting another second, Yeji and Seungdae thrust into them as if their lives depended on it. The short-haired woman was right, their moans sounded like music made in heaven. Jisu's high voice contrasted with Ryujin's deeper tone. Both, equally needy. Both, equally taken aback by the sudden intrusion of such a large phallus into their bodies.

Lia's face was quicker to release a smile. His imagination ran quick images of Ryujin fucking her with the same strap-on she was now getting drilled by. Ryujin's eyes clenched, showing her pain, but at the same time, every deep, hard pound into her tight pussy pushed whimpers filled with pleasure out of her lungs.

Chaeryeong and Yuna had stopped making out to watch the show, even if their fingers were curling deep into each other's cunts.

"We need to fuck her like that more often," The black-haired woman moaned, rocking her hips on Yuna's hand.

"It'd be fair with how much she spoils us," the tall girl chuckled. "But for now, I want to eat your cute little pussy," she added, pulling her for a tongue kiss.

Seungdae didn't know where to look. His eyes wandered from Lia's cute moaning face to the curve her back made where her ass started, giving him a clear view of her buttcheeks and her pussy stretching as he fucked her. To his right, a similar story with Ryujin, whose eyes emanated the desire she had for Yeji as she fucked her, forcing her insides to take the whole dildo at every slamming thrust.

Yeji herself seemed equally conflicted. Her eyes continuously scanned the whole scene, even though her hands held Ryujin's left leg close to her stomach. At times, her eyes met Seungdae's. She grinned at him, pounding a bit harder into her partner.

The red-haired girl reacted right away, whimpering with all her might and gripping onto the sheets. Jisu smiled and took her hand, pulling her for a desperate kiss that seemed to relieve her pain in a second.

At the same time, a white ass loomed at the corner of his left eye. Seungdae and Yeji turned to see Yuna lying flat on the bed with her legs spread, and Chaeryeong carefully getting over her in a tempting sixty-nine position. The moment his eyes connected with Yuna, she pouted, signaling him to look at the pussy above her face.

It was beautiful. Chaeryeong's bush was untrimmed, but she naturally had little hair. Her pink inner lips spread just enough to see her tiny gap, revealing her drenched slit. He recognized her pussy from how it felt on his face. Having eaten that before already, he decided he would eat that cute pucker hole later.

Chaeryeong may have read his mind. Her giggle made him realize she was watching him. The woman bit her lips and wiggled her ass up and down, spreading her asscheeks as they went down on Yuna's eager face. Giggling, the black-haired girl went down on the maknae's pussy.

"Is it always like this with you all?" He turned to Yeji, gripping Lia's hips tightly.

"You're welcome," she chuckled right before Ryujin pulled her arm to kiss her aggressively. They seemed to melt into each other. They held each other's faces with such care and passion while Ryujin's legs hugged Yeji, welcoming her deep, hard thrusts as she rocked her hips.

Lia's big toe touched his lips, instantly catching his full attention and focusing his senses on her. Just like Ryujin, she was now resting her whole back on the mattress. She called him with her finger, not saying a word. The man kissed her whole sole and her toe before leaning forward. Jisu pulled his mouth to the left side of her neck and locked his hips between her legs.

"Don't keep me waiting," she moaned, clenching her walls around his cock, intensifying every sensation on him. He was impressed with how tight she felt, but if she spoke with Nayeon, maybe they all had some similar tricks.

The embrace of her cunt allowed him to feel every little ripple of her walls as he pushed back inside her body until his glans aggressively hit her cervix, making her release a little whimper while his mouth focused on kissing the skin behind her ear.

He could feel her hips moving at the same rhythm he was fucking her. Her fingers ran through his nape and his back. Unlike Yeji and Yuna's aggressive and whorish nature, Lia's whole body felt willing to please him. Her hips were working overtime, clenching across his length while her breathing accelerated at the touch of his hands around her ass and waist.

The sound of her whimpers was the icing on the cake. Her sweet tone, gradually getting more and more needy as her pussy grew hungrier for his sperm, pushed him to his climax. "Come on, shoot it all inside me," Lia whimpered, pulling his head to see his face. "I want to feel it," she exclaimed as her hips tried to keep his dick inside her. "I want it all," she pulled him to the other side of her neck, moaning loudly.

The man succumbed to her request, holding her tightly to his body as he desperately kissed her neck until he burst inside of her pussy.

"Yeah!" She cried loudly at the feel of his hot cum hitting her cervix. Her legs locked behind his hips, pushing him fully inside of her while her walls contracted around his cock.

Seungdae felt her cunt squeezing every last drop of cum out of him until his legs began shaking as the last spurts of semen went inside of her body.

"It's okay," Lia chuckled, patting his back. "You can rest for a second. I like feeling you inside of me." The woman held on to him, rhythmically clenching her walls across his length as he laughed softly and panted on her chest.

His position allowed him to see to his right, directly at Ryujin, who was in a similar state. She was panting and shaking as Yeji smiled on top of her. He saw the leader run her fingers through her partner's chest as she stood up.

Ryujin signaled her to take it easy, but Yeji didn't care. She pretended she'd slowly pull out of her trembling pussy only for her to push back inside her, releasing another wave of pleasure that made Ryujin convulse for a couple of seconds, giving her a semi-broken smile while her hands rested weakly next to her face.

Yeji shook her head with a wide smile, and this time, she actually took the dildo out of Ryujin's cunt. The woman cooed as she felt it slide through her walls until her pussy was empty. The leader knelt to lick her partner's pussy, making her squirm around her head.

Lia could feel him getting harder at the sounds of Ryujin. Without him noticing, she wiggled her fingers to get Yeji's attention, also getting Chaeryeong's interest in the process. The short-haired girl noticed and stood up.

The red-haired woman felt the dildo run through her folds, collecting a little bit more of her nectar. Yeji gripped her fingers around the fake dick and ran her hand through its length, getting all of Ryujin's juices on her hand. When the toy was almost dry, she placed it over her partner's belly.

"Don't say a thing," Ryujin scoffed, feeling the tip of the dildo on her navel. Her head fell to her right, and her eyes connected with Seungdae.

Before she could say anything, Yeji shoved her fingers into the man's mouth, startling him for a second, which resulted in Lia moaning as he moved inside her to get a better look at Yeji.

"Did you like it?" The leader grinned at him, keeping her hand near his face.

He noticed she was still wearing the strap-on, and it covered her pussy, so that salty flavor was not hers. He turned to see Ryujin's alarmed eyes and blushing cheeks. "Yes, a lot, actually," he replied, keeping her eyes focused on her while Yeji offered him her hand so he could lick Ryujin through her.

Flustered, the red-haired girl sat, a bit taken aback by everyone's faces staring at her. "Take that off," she ordered Yeji, who just smiled and loosened the straps on her hips.

The man rested on his elbows, quickly noticing Chaeryeong's face next to Lia's.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just waiting," the pale girl smiled kindly at him.

His eyes went from Lia to Chaeryeong as both of them held their laughs. 'Too damn cute,' he thought. "Do you want another load inside you?" Seungdae smirked at her, noticing Yuna admiring the whole scene from her corner of the bed.

"Tempting, but I'll take the one you left inside of her," Chaeryeong grinned, getting closer to Lia until she kissed her.

"Yah!" Ryujin slapped his thigh. The man turned, keeping Lia's body close to him and his cock buried inside her warm pussy. "Do you still have fuel for another round?" The red-haired girl asked him.

His eyes could not get enough of her waist and her thighs. "I thought you'd never ask," he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"You wish!"

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do," Seungdae admitted, making everyone open their mouths, mainly because of the instant blush that took over Ryujin's cheeks.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Help me with Yuna," she demanded, raising the strap in her hand.

He was so focused on her body, he didn't even notice it. He turned back to Yuna to see her legs open and her fingers spreading her pussy. Her digits ran down her core, stopping at her entrance. She slowly removed her fingers, letting him see a thick strand of nectar that connected her fingertips and her cunt. When it finally broke, her fingers rested at the sides of her clit, showing off her piercing.

"Fine," he replied, turning back to Ryujin. "Wait," he turned back to Lia, caressing her thigh and waist. She laughed at his quick movements, biting her lower lip with a cute smile. "Is it okay?" He asked her.

Jisu moved her hips, clenching her pussy around his now fully hardened cock. "You owe me a night with you inside me," she nodded, looking at his lips and then his eyes.

"All you have to do is book me," he winked at her, making her chuckle and open her legs. "Will you let me use your mouth then? I earnt it earlier," he tilted his head with a kind smile.

Lia pursed her lips. "Happily, just don't expect me to take all of you, my mouth is small," she then rose a bit to speak in his ear. "But I could take all of you in my ass any day," she whispered before pushing his torso, clenching her cunt tightly to keep as much of his semen inside of her as she could.

Yeji quickly jumped onto the bed, calling Jisu to get close to her. Chaeryeong moved quickly. Originally, the man thought she was going for Lia's pussy, but was taken aback when she pressed her knee on his chest, and without any warning, quickly took his dick into her mouth.

He threw his head back, and before he could process what was happening in his crotch, Yuna had already sat on his face.

This time, she purposefully placed her pussy in his mouth, letting her clit and her piercing rub freely on his nose. She looked down at him, directly into his eyes without lowering her face, tugging his hair with her left hand, and firmly planting her right hand on his chest for support. "If there's any more of your seed inside those big balls of yours, you better shoot it inside my pussy, understood?" She grinned at him while her nails scratched his chest.

The warning was clear, but the way Chaeryeong's tongue swirled around his sensitive glans had become a new kind of torture. 'Chaery's pussy, Yuna's ass, almost on Yeji's throat, and Lia's pussy,' he thought, recapitulating the times he had nutted, or was close to cumming, over the last couple of hours with close to no break of physical or mental stimulation.

His hands gripped Yuna's thighs, trying to channel his mind onto eating her pussy. His tongue explored her entrance, but he wanted to lick her clit and taste that piercing, so he gently pulled her down on his face until his mouth sealed around her sensitive bean.

Yuna was more than happy to let him explore her. His tongue immediately made the metal piece wiggle over her clit, and made it easy for him to expose it so he could use the tip of his tongue to play with it. She was enjoying the trip. The more pleasure she felt, the more her nails ran through his chest.

With how sensitive his cock was, he felt he was going to add Chaeryeong's mouth to the list in no time, mainly when the dark-haired woman took him fully inside her throat after gagging a few times. She rested her lips at the very base of his manhood, constricting his whole length until Ryujin saved him.

The level of stimulus in his shaft went through the roof. He knew he could not bear it any longer, much less with the way the woman was quickly bobbing her head without separating her lips from his base. He directed all his pleasure to sucking and frantically licking Yuna's clit, making the woman bury her nails in his chest as she sank her pussy in his mouth.

"Chaeryeongah," The red-haired woman took her friend by her hair, forcing her to release his cock from her throat.

"Yes?" She replied with drool falling from her mouth and a cute smile.

Ryujin softly slapped her left cheek, loud enough to be heard, but not painful at all. "Julia is waiting for you," she pointed with her eyes, making her look at Lia, who was resting over Yeji as they played with each other's nipples.

"Sorry," she laughed. "His dick was still covered in cum," she grinned widely and quickly went between Lia's legs. Chaeryeong's lips immediately kissed her soft tummy, and her fingers gently rubbed her clit until she reached her small nipples.

"Shin Yuna!" Ryujin yelled, getting on the bed.

The maknae turned to see her, still holding Seungdae's hair as he had started eating her pussy more eagerly after Chaeryeong released his dick in an attempt to give his mind a break from more stimuli on his glans. She looked at her elder, clearly waiting for her. Yuna's eyes looked at the big dildo and then at the man's throbbing cock. "For me?" She asked as innocently as she could, considering she was thrilled over Seungdae’s tongue, and hiding her moans as a professional.

"Yes, my dear," the red-haired girl chuckled kindly. "Get that cute ass ready for me."

"Sorry, handsome," she smirked, rubbing her pussy across his face one last time before lying down. "I'll let you eat me for as long as you want when you try to break me," Yuna whispered to the panting man.

"Just say the words, and I'll be there," he sighed, enjoying the remnants of the maknae's nectar on his face.

He quickly turned to his left to see Yeji and Lia making out calmly while the latter had her tits sucked and pussy fingered by Chaeryeong. The pale girl's ass was up in the air, looking deliciously tempting, but before he could make a move, Ryujin called him.

"Mr. Hwang!" As soon as he turned to see her, she simply moved her hand, displaying Yuna's body. Both were lying on their side, facing him. Ryujin had the strap-on already lubed.

The maknae's head was resting in her left hand. Her free fingers were playing with her nipple, and her legs rested on the bed, one slightly in front of the other, accentuating her wide hips. When she was sure his eyes were on her crotch, she slowly raised her right leg in the air. "I want to feel both of you from the beginning," she whispered with a flirty smile.

"Get comfortable," Ryujin smirked from behind Yuna.

He was quick to get in position. Their thighs pilled over each other, Yuna's left thigh at the bottom, followed by Ryujin's right leg, then Seungdae's left thigh. The youngest was spreading her cheeks so both could align in her holes. As soon as she felt each of them ready, she let her right leg rest over the man's.

"You don't mind me over your leg, do you?" Seungdae asked Ryujin.

"It's fine, hot stuff, just help me give this slut what she needs." Her lips went to Yuna's neck, eyes locked on Seungdae. Her tongue and lips ran through the maknae's skin, and, without stopping, she mouthed: "Three. Two. One."

Yuna's soft coos suddenly turned into a loud, high-pitched cry. The woman was used to stuffing her ass with large objects, and, even though her focus had been on using her butthole to get that level of always-ready, permanent looseness, her pussy had also endured plenty of abuse. However, the sudden insertion of a girthy, eight-inch-long cock into each hole was something she was not used to.

At that moment, the woman was happy for that. Feeling her insides forced to accommodate objects of that size was an experience she had only experienced with Yeji and Ryujin, or by herself in private, but never with a man, much less one with a dick of that size. Thankfully for her, just as she wanted, neither of them waited a moment before pounding into her.

Seungdae quickly noticed the same impressive heat of Yuna's walls. "You were the first hungry slut who took my cock in her pussy today, weren't you?" The man grunted, enjoying the way her pussy gripped around his shaft while the dildo in her ass added extra pressure inside her core.

"And I'll be the last one," the slim woman whimpered with a drunken smile on her face.

Her words from earlier were now echoing inside the man's head, and he wanted to test them. He thrusted repeatedly into her cunt, accompanied by Ryujin, who was pulling out almost completely and burying the dildo as deeply into Yuna as she could every time. With the way Ryujin moved and what he had seen of the other girls around her, it was obvious she was the designated top in the group.

"Yes! Fuck me harder!" Yuna demanded, grunting and rocking her hips. She took Ryujin's buttcheek and pushed it against her own ass. Her left hand gripped the man's wrist. Her eyes were already lost in the back of her head, and her face was filled with bliss.

"What a needy whore," the man exclaimed, enjoying the quick rhythm of her whimpers and her pretty face becoming redder the more pleasure she felt.

"Oh, this nympho can't ever get enough," Ryujin smirked, moving her left hand under Yuna's torso to get a firm grab of her tit. "This loose asshole," she grinned, pounding harder into her body, "is a reflection of how wild this cheap slut gets. And how much she loves it." The red-haired woman whispered her last words directly into Yuna's ear before licking her earlobe.

"Mmhm!" She moaned and nodded with a wicked smile, swaying her hips against their cocks, loving the way they rubbed through her walls. The way they pounded into her holes forced their dicks to slide to opposite sides each time they reenter her body, giving her a true feeling of her guts being rearranged, and made her give in to any remaining control over her own body.

Seungdae was too focused on the maknae's face, watching her get lost in her own lust, when he felt a relatively cold toe touching his cheek. At this point, he didn't care who she was. The man instinctively grabbed it and tried to kiss it, only for him to receive a soft slap on his shoulder.

"Aren't you a bit too hungry, Mister?" Chaeryeong half-turned to see him. Lia and Yeji held her arm, trying to keep her close to them as they enjoyed each other's bodies.

"I'm just trying to enjoy my job," he smirked at the pale woman, making her chuckle while he kept pounding into the maknae's tight pussy. Behind her, Ryujin nodded in approval without him noticing.

"Want a little help to last longer?" Chaeryeong smiled with her whole face.

"That'd be good," he admitted, sliding his right hand to Yuna's neck, making her moan happily. "Give me a piece of that cake," he called her with his left hand.

Lia held Yeji by her hair, ensuring she also saw the events on their right. "Wouldn't you like to be in her place? To have both of them fucking you until your mind is blank?" She asked the eldest.

The leader knew her question was legit. "Yes, but I'll get my chance later," she grinned, enjoying the symphony of moans and whimpers Yuna was making. "For now," she continued, "I want my sweet, cute, delicious Jisu," she purred, gradually leaning towards her until their lips met in a contrasting calm kiss. Lia's hand had let go of Chaeryeong, but Yeji kept holding on to her.

The pale woman stood on her knees, in the middle of a lustful threesome and a loving makeout session. The distance was perfect for her frame to link them all.

Giggling, she carefully got in position, lowering her ass over the man's face until she felt his eager tongue swirl through her folds again. A sweet moan came out of her lungs, followed by a whimper when Seungdae's hand quickly got a grip of her ass. "We're going to keep him, right?" She asked Yeji, pressing her arm to get a response.

"Yes!" Yuna yelled, gripping her fingers on the man's wrist, keeping it on her neck.

"Jisu?" Yeji looked at her eyes, waiting for a response while her hand slid to her small tit.

"I'd like to have him around, yes," she smiled with her eyes.

"Ryujinie?" The short-haired woman stood up to see her friend aggressively pounding the maknae's ass. She bit her lips, loving the fierce look on the red-haired woman. They locked eyes. As much as the decision was already made before Chaeryeong even asked, she wanted to know her opinion.

"Yeah, I'm fine with him," she grunted, keeping eye contact with Yeji as she fucked Yuna, now making their bodies clap. All the members but Yuna stared at her. Without saying a word, she nodded.

"Did you see it?" Chaeryeong asked him with a naughty smile as she rubbed her pussy on him, hiding most of his face under her small bush. His tongue moved quickly through her slit in confirmation. The woman leaned forward and pulled Lia's legs to her, carrying Yeji with her until Jisu's pussy was near her face.

"I've kept it in for so long, it must all be in my womb by now," Lia swayed her hips around her friend.

"I'll finger it out of you, then," the pale woman happily smiled back at her, quickly taking her hooded clit in her mouth and inserting two fingers deep inside her. Chaeryeong knew the exact point in her inner walls to push to make her surrender the control of her body.

The movement inside her cunt made her release a moan that was quickly silenced by Yeji's lips. Before she could do anything else, the leader took her by the wrist and guided her delicate hand to her folds. Both women locked eyes and smiled at each other right before Lia shoved three fingers inside Yeji's needy pussy.

Chaeryeong's body didn't allow the man to see what was happening beyond his reach, but he felt his other senses overloading. He had gotten drunk on the minute taste of bitterness of her pucker hole. The man could not get enough of her ass. It felt tight around his tongue, but the way it clenched around it let him know she had experience shoving stuff up there.

His sense of smell was filled with the moist warmth of her pussy. By then, most of his face had a thin layer of her sweet nectar, combined with his own saliva, spread all over. At times, he was unable to breathe. Lust had taken over him to the point he considered giving his last breath under her cunt.

The room had filled with an incredibly well-divided orchestra of bodily noises, flooding his hearing. At his left, Chaeryeong's moans and giggles sweetened the atmosphere, interrupted only by the small times where Lia pressed her whole core against her friend's mouth. Jisu herself was paired with Yeji, breathing heavily between a passionate, eternal kiss that let out their moans only when they needed to breathe. The cherry on top, the noises Yeji's and Lia's pussies made as the fingers inside them doubled the speed of the fuckery happening on his right.

He could hear Ryujin's heavy breathing, accompanied by her crotch smacking against Yuna's ass. The maknae's voice was practically gone by then. It seemed the more she enjoyed, the quieter and needier she became. The violent gurgling of her holes was the match for the fingering happening at the other end.

The sensations around his body were already pulling him to the edge. Chaeryeong's folds, rubbing on his face, leaving her nectar on him. The wrinkling edges of her pucker hole around his tongue, and her stupidly soft skin as his left hand gripped and slapped her ass.

His right hand was trapped by Yuna. Her fingers clenched around his wrist, slowly piercing his skin, the more they fucked her. His fingers, however, firmly held the sides of her neck to the point that he could clearly feel her quick heartbeat. His thigh rubbed between Yuna's and Ryujin's legs. Their softness equaled the woman in his mouth.

His doom was the hot, tight, slippery walls surrounding his manhood, clenching harder by the second, gripping on to him erratically while the woman tried to get more of him and Ryujin's strap inside her body; a strap that added extra pressure on his cock when both sync to reach as deep inside her as the position allowed.

Everyone knew the man was at his limit. He had been since Yeji was choking on his cock right after filling Yuna's guts. And somehow, even unknown to him, he managed to give another load for Lia, only to get edged again by Chaeryeong. Now he was about to fill Yuna's body for the second time. He could feel his climax approaching slowly but strongly. He could also feel through the maknae's walls that the woman was equally close to her own orgasm. He would not disappoint her.

Seungdae gripped Chaeryeong's ass and pulled her just enough so her pussy rested on his mouth instead of his nose, allowing him to breathe better. The last bit of consciousness before his mind clouded in a desperate, repeating 'Keep going. Keep fucking her. Make her cum,' in his brain.

She giggled, withdrawing her fingers from Lia and giving her a soft slap on her pussy, followed by a gentle kiss on her clit. Yeji and Lia turned to her, watching her lick her fingers as she, not so carefully, sat on the man's face. "He's close," she mouthed. The two women got ready, admiring the scene.

The man's free hand erratically reached Yuna's clit, rubbing her piercing violently to stimulate her.

"That's it," Ryujin grunted in the maknae's ear. "Be a good slut and cum hard for us." The red-haired woman used both hands to squeeze Yuna's tits and twist her nipples. "Milk him dry."

Her words and her breath, hitting her earlobe; the combined drilling efforts from Ryujin and Seungdae in her holes; the frantic rubbing of her clit; his hand, actually choking her as the man contained his own orgasm; and a last hard twist of her nipples provided by her elder. The combination of all that finally made her explode.

Yuna's body convulsed violently, held in place by Ryujin and Seungdae while they kept pounding into her broken holes. Her whimpers regained sound, but remained weakened by her shivering, giving her audience a soft, shaky cry that didn't seem to end.

The young woman's erratic clenching of her walls as he fucked her with every bit of his remaining strength, and the squirt gushing out of her pussy at every full-body contraction, were Seungdae's last straw. What little amount of sperm he still was able to produce was shot directly at the entrance of Yuna's womb.

Their bodies coordinated. He thrusted into her, spurring his load as deep as he could. On his way out, her cunt gripped his cock, squeezing every single drop of cum out of his shaft.

Ryujin, on the other hand, or rather hole, had no mercy on either of them. She kept pounding the maknae's ass with all her might, showing no signs of exhaustion. After years of helping Yuna break her asshole to her current loose state, she knew nothing made her climax harder and longer-lasting than being used as a ragdoll throughout her orgasm.

Seungdae had no more fuel left. His hands let go of the maknae's body, only to grip Chaeryeong's thighs. His mouth desperately kept licking her folds, and his hips continued thrusting into Yuna's convulsing body, unaware that his own orgasm was over. The frenzy they had pushed him into had blurred any clarity of what was happening, leaving him in a perpetual state of climax and repeating the same orders to himself.

The pale woman smirked on top of him, watching him tremble. "I think he's drained," she smiled widely at Yeji and Jisu, moving her hips over his face.

"Fine, let the man breathe," Lia chuckled, hugging Yeji.

"He won't let go." Chaeryeong tried to stand, but the man's arms kept her ass glued to his face. "And frankly, it feels good," she admitted, biting her lips.

"Yah!" Ryujin called them, making them all turn to see her gradually slowing down her thrusting into the maknae until the strap was fully buried in her asshole. Instinctively, the man mirrored her and remained at an angle that pushed his cock inside her pussy. "Aftercare for two."

Chaeryeong grabbed the man's hair, forcing him to detach his mouth from her slit. His arms released all the accumulated tension, falling flat on the bed. The pale woman leaned to get close to his ear. "Don't worry, daddy. One day, I'll let you eat my pussy all you want," she whispered in his ear.

Lia followed closely, taking the space in his ear that the pale woman left. "I'd like to tell you that I'm sorry, but you look so cute trembling, I can't resist," she murmured, kissing his cheek, covering her lips with her friend's nectar, and going down to his legs.

Yuna's orgasm had come to an end. In a simultaneous effort, Chaeryeong and Yeji pushed the man out of the youngest's pussy while Ryujin removed the dildo from her asshole. For the maknae, having her holes empty at the same time felt rewarding. She was gaping, and she loved it. Feeling the cold air of their movements entering her body was a constant triumph she looked forward to at the end of any sexual encounter, either alone, with a man, a woman, or mainly, with a group of people.

Just as satisfying as that was feeling Yeji's lips, literally taking her breath away with a reaffirming kiss. At the same time, Chaeryeong's tongue licked the circumference of her loose butthole, making her shiver even more while a thin trail of semen leaked out of her weak pussy.

"Is my little slut happy?" Yeji asked, holding her face. Yuna nodded quickly with blushed cheeks and an irremovable smile on her face.

For Seungdae, getting out of the maknae's pussy was an electrifying sensation. His cock was so sensitive that he immediately felt on the verge of another orgasm. While Chaeryeong was getting down on Yuna at his right, Lia did the same thing with him, quickly taking his cock into her mouth, sucking him, and licking the remains of his seed, along with her friend's juices.

Her suction and her tongue made him gasp, bringing an eye smile to her face. She could tell that if he had any energy left, he would try to move her from his dick. Luckily, that was not the case. Jisu was free to enjoy his whimpers and grunts as much as she wanted.

"Yeji unnie!" Ryujin called her, extending her hand to give her the dildo while she finished removing the strap. The leader took it and got it near Yuna's face. "Will you be good and clean it for me? I'll be using it tonight," she grinned.

"Aaaah!" Yuna willingly opened her mouth, welcoming the silicone dildo and enjoying the bitter taste of her own asshole. Yeji moved it slightly inside her mouth, forcing her to take a little more every time until she saw Ryujin lie down on the bed next to Yuna. The leader smiled widely, just like the maknae's eyes did, knowing what she'd do to her.

Without giving her a chance to accommodate her posture, Yeji pushed the whole length of the strap down her throat. A loud gag flooded the room, but the maknae showed no resistance whatsoever. Her arms remained still at her sides, hands calmly resting next to her face. The eldest moved towards Ryujin while she fucked Yuna's mouth until she let go of the dildo, trusting its balls would keep it from getting lost in the woman's pipe.

Seungdae saw the scene, trembling thanks to Jisu's kind mouth. She saw Yuna's throat bulging as the dildo entered her esophagus. Her eyes remained open, even when tears began falling down her cheeks. When Yeji left the dildo fully buried in her throat, the maknae turned to see him and slowly took the fake cock out of her pipe, ensuring all the drool would remain in her mouth.

"I told you I w-wouldn't break," she purred after swallowing her spit. She looked gorgeous and incredibly hot. Her whole face flushed with a post-orgasmic glow and a satisfied smile. Her body was still shaking thanks to the aftermath of her violent orgasm. Chaeryeong's tongue added a few more spasms on her body.

"You can't break what's already b-broken," he replied, fighting the painful waves of pleasure while Lia laughed with his cock in her mouth.

"But you can try it," Yuna raised her eyebrows, licking the tip of the dildo before taking it whole again.

"Sounds like a c-challenge I'll take on a different day," he laughed at himself, enjoying the way Jisu kept almost torturing him.

"You're l-lucky I like to be used," the maknae added. "Others would d-do anything to see you this… Exhausted again." Her words made Yeji slap her ass without separating her mouth from the red-haired woman's cunt.

"Come here," Ryujin called the youngest, extending her left arm. Proving her maknae position, she wiggled her way into her embrace, followed by Chaeryeong, who rested on Yuna's flat stomach, smiling at her friends.

"You, too. Join," the red-haired girl tapped the maknae's chest. For the first time, Ryujin seemed to actually want him close to her.

He looked down at Lia. Their eyes locked, causing her to smile with her whole face. She took his cock in her mouth one last time and sucked it hard, making him groan. If he could cum again, he would in that moment. She fought the suction of her lips until his glans popped out of her mouth with a loud pop, causing small laughs from the other girls. She gave his tip one long lick and a quick peck. "Go. I'll lie down on you," she told him, patting his thigh.

Yuna extended her arm so he could join the warm and sweaty collective hug. He let his head rest on the girl's armpit, quickly feeling Ryujin's fingers on his hair.

"Now, this is a change of attitude," he let out, caressing the maknae's leg and welcoming Jisu, as she quickly hugged him with her left arm and leg, emulating her signature animal.

"You did good, hot stuff. You deserve it," she smiled, running her slim fingers through his scalp. "Unnie," she called her partner, who instantly smiled at her from her groin and got up to join the hug, resting her face on Ryujin's small tits.

"Your heart is still beating fast," Lia added. "Did we go too hard on you, or is it because you're surrounded by us?"

"My mind says I can keep going, but I'm not sure if my body would cooperate," he laughed, admitting his defeat. "Plus, Chaeryeong's playing with my cock."

"What?" The pale girl exclaimed after seeing Lia's eyes looming over her own leg. "Even half hard, he has a good size," she said in all honesty, wiggling the man's dick from side to side.

"Let her," he scoffed. "She can play with it even if I fall asleep."

Ryujin was quick to grab Yeji's hair, making her whimper after being stopped. "I wouldn't say that here if I were you, dude," she tapped his head.

"Can I?" Yeji smiled widely at him.

"I respect myself enough to say no," he replied right away. "You'd need to pay the whole night for that."

"How long has it been?" Yuna asked, licking the dildo in her hand as if it were a popsicle.

Chaeryeong sighed. "We still have twenty minutes."

"What happens in twenty minutes?" He looked at them, confused.

"Gosh, you're really green on the business, huh?" Ryujin added.

"Nayeon unnie said he could be a bit oblivious to some things," Lia stated. "She didn't mention time being one of those things."

"Three hours, right?" He quired.

"Most don't make it past the first hour," Cheaeryong added with a bright smile.

"How many… You know what? I don't care," he laughed. "Do I leave now, or how does it usually work?"

"Usually, they finish, or we leave them aside and they go without us even noticing," Yeji nodded.

"Or we get bored and tell them they can leave," Yuna added. "Full pay, of course," she chuckled.

"How do you feel?" Ryujin asked.

"Calmer now. I'd say dried, but with all of us being a bit sweaty, that's not possible," he joked. Internally, he was surprised at how relaxing it was to be surrounded by all of them after being used as a toy.

"Then you can go whenever you're ready," the red-haired girl stated, playing with his hair.

They stayed like that for another ten minutes before Yuna got a bit crampy from being in the middle of all of them. With that, the man took the chance to get up and get dressed. Once he was ready, he was accompanied to the hallway by Ryujin and Lia.

"I really don't know how you did it, but we'll call you again," the red-haired girl nodded with her hands on her hips.

"I really hope you answer!" Lia smiled at him.

"I'll definitely come back, don't worry," the man smirked, admiring the bodies of the naked women in front of him. "Can I ask someone before I go?"

The women looked at each other. Ryujin pursed her lips and shrugged. "Sure, what is it?" Lia asked.

"What really happened to your old servers? Chaery said one quit and the other asked not to serve you anymore."

"Oh, that," Lia's eyes widened.

Ryujin sighed. "Chaeryeong broke one of their penises," she stated with her eyes closed.

"Say again…" The man was perplexed.

"Keep in mind it was Chaeryeongie's birthday," Jisu reminded him.

"She made both of them fuck her cunt, but Yeji unnie and Yuna may have encouraged her a bit too much. One of them slipped out, and when she tried to get him back inside her without stopping…"

"Ouch…" He sighed, looking at the rooftop.

"Yeah, I can only imagine, and I won't wish it on anyone," she half-smiled, shaking her head. "Now go. We won't go over there like this, man," Ryujin smiled kindly at him after signaling their lack of clothing.

"Of course. I'll see you later, then."

"Thank you!" Both women said to him as he left.

On his way to the car, he messaged Jieun to confirm if they could meet. Luckily, even though her team would keep on shooting for a few more hours, her scenes were already over. As agreed, they'll meet in her apartment.

The man got comfortable after arriving there and went straight to the fridge. He was happy to see signs of Jongsuk's, Inna's, and even Jiyeon's cooking. With all the recording and other small things in her schedule, she barely had any time to take care of herself. Fortunately, outside work, she also had a team of people looking after her.

He took a couple of small portions, something he expected would not make her upset, and heated them in the microwave. When she arrived, he was almost over.

"You didn't touch Inna's or Jiyeon's food, right?" She asked with a smirk.

"It's mostly Jonsuk's," he replied with wary eyes.

"Fine, I had already set my mind on what to eat tomorrow."

He heated Jieun's dinner, and they talked about their day. As always, he insisted she go first. Despite her curiosity about his time with Itzy, she agreed. By the time she was over. They were entering the shower.

Jieun stripped naked faster than usual, just to try to see his body. This time, there was only a set of scratches on his chest. They were shorter but deeper than usual. These would definitely leave a scar for longer than usual. Her face was clearly surprised.

"I know," he smirked. "I also thought I'd get a whole new set of lines all over the place." He walked her to the shower head.

"How was it?" She guided him to the stool, running her fingers over the forming scars. He looked at her, confused. Usually, he'd wash her first, and he'd shower quickly to pamper her. "You always help me after a session. Let me do it this time."

He scoffed. "How can I say no to you?"

"You can't!" She gave him a quick peck and began washing his hair. He went on about how they tied him down to the X-cross, how they blindfolded him, and they literally used him as they pleased, taking turns on him, mainly on his mouth and cock.

Speaking of which, he told her how they kept using him, not giving him any chance to recharge or anything. "For a moment there, I thought of you in your tributing and ambassador videos. How, even when you think your body can't take anything else, they keep using you time and time again."

"Was there a point where you wanted them to stop?" She wondered as she washed his legs, keeping an eye on his dick and how it slowly hardened again.

"Yes. I didn't think I could keep going. I was hypersensitive to every single touch in my whole body."

"You kept on fucking them, didn't you?" She smirked at him, getting closer to his shaft.

"Yes. I'm not sure how I managed to get this thing hard again," he gave her space, and she quickly took his manhood in her hands.

"Thinking of how you've endured so many sessions, remembering you, and thinking they've done the same…"

"How empathetic of you," she chuckled, stroking his fully hard cock.

"It was pure lust and hunger," he admitted. "I knew I couldn't keep going, but right there, I wanted more of them. I wanted to please them. I wanted to taste them. I wanted them to feel good because of me."

"I want you to fill me," she purred, standing to align his length with her already wet pussy. The man cooed as her walls enveloped his manhood until every bit of him was surrounded by her warmth. His cock was still sensitive, but her embrace felt like heaven.

"Now imagine how sensitive I get after one of those gangbangs," she clenched her cut around his shaft.

"No wonder you cum so easily after that," his hands wandered across her soft skin. "I think I can understand why you like to be the center of attention," he scoffed, enjoying the familiar tightness of her core as she began rocking her hips on him.

She got close to his ear. "Multiply that by infinity, and you will still have barely an idea of what it feels like to be taken by more people you can count." Her left hand took his hair to whisper directly in his ear. "To feel like your body is not your own anymore. To know that even if your body can't take it anymore, they'll keep fucking you, filling you, cumming all over your body."

"I guess there are certain advantages to not needing a hard-on to feel all that," he grunted.

"At least now you got a proper taste of what that's like," she held his face and kissed him until he shot his sperm into her tight body, culminating in a mutual embrace.

Author's note: Damn, this was fun and hard to write, especially with all the simultaneous action. Nonetheless, please check out my girls' comeback. I'm sure the MV will be fire and I'm looking forward to listening to the whole mini album! 😼🔥

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[itji]

ICE CREAM YUNA, 2026

[dazzlingkai]

YEJI — ‘THAT’S A NO NO’ / 260319

[defmaybe]

extended training track

ryujin x male reader

7k words

"Welcome to South Korea."

The immigration officer's tone is not too enthusiastic. They probably act similarly with everyone — long shift and everything. You don't take it too personally.

Incheon International Airport is rather bustling and loud, as to be expected for airports on a Sunday during winter. There are announcements echoing all over the airport for last calls and lost belongings. Through the people, you make way for yourself with a roller suitcase to the metro station and take a ride into the heart of Seoul.

The importance of this stint is as deathly crucial to you as it is to your university back home — a four-month compulsory graduation internship, and a gesture that signifies the bond between JYPE and your institution. You're not so sure regarding the number of years they've been on the ends of the connection, but surely, you're not letting it crash into rubble with your performances.

The ride into Seoul continues. There's a rolling of wheels running against the rails from under you. In the cabin, you watch the afternoon clouds and the snow-covered buildings run past you in a blur. Your compartment is playing a comfy lo-fi tune you don't recognize. Of course, you don't expect them to play K-pop all the time, but something you can tap your fingers to would be nice. They would make you feel more familiar with this place.

You reach your desired station eventually, and you drag your roller suitcase for a few hundred meters out of the station to the employees' dorm. Your body shivers in the freezing cold air of the city at three post meridiem. It's quite grueling, but you manage to withstand the temperature until your destination is right in front of you.

Your room is on the modest side. It's a little smaller than what you have at home, but you'll live. The space has everything that you need for survival: a bed, a heater, bathroom. You transfer your belongings from your suitcase to the closet, and in a heartbeat, you've made this place your home for the next four months.

—

"Don't forget the hashtags. The interns always forget them."

You type hashtags into your Notes app as Hyunjae — your supervisor — gives you a rundown of the ins-and-outs of your job. The inside of the JYPE building feels modern and sleek, probably from all that TWICE and Stray Kids income. This kind of design gives you a bit of comfort against the blues of working in a foreign country alone. It's not a complete package of coziness, but it'll work for now.

"There's also common sense stuff, but I'm sure you have it, right? Or they wouldn't have sent you here." Hyunjae scoffs before she gives you a questioning look. "Right?"

"Yeah, I have common sense, yeah," you respond to her, typing common sense into your Notes app and opening Safari. It's just to check if you're a well-mannered person.

Hyunjae smiles at you approvingly. "Alright, I'll go grab the passwords. Do whatever the hell you want until then."

—

The next few days pass by quickly. You're burying yourself in the work of posting the approved social media posts. There's TWICE. There's Stray Kids. There's ITZY. In the meantime, you've started to gain the ability to separate the Stray Kids members after years of boy band neglect. You've never missed a hashtag as well. That's the feat you're proud of.

"Why did you wanna be here? Like, why not somewhere close to your home?" Hyunjae quizzes, picking up a piece of tteokbokki with chopsticks. There's a small shot of soju at her side. There's a small shot of soju at your side. Just half a bottle of soju should suffice for this chilly Friday night.

"I just wanna be abroad," you answer. It's a simple answer to roll off your tongue. "Is that enough of a reason?"

There's a soft whir of the heater in this restaurant, working hard against the sub-zero temperature outside. The place smells of food and alcohol. There's a bit of woodiness in there as well.

"You don't get homesick?" Hyunjae asks. "I'm more concerned than curious right now, if you don't mind," and she chuckles softly.

You give her back a smile. "I live in a dorm during college, so this isn't very new to me."

Hyunjae just nods before picking up another piece of rice cake into her mouth. You figure you should grab a piece as well. Hyunjae is still in her blazer from work with a white undershirt. Her wide-legged pants look wonderful on her.

"So, who's your ultimate bias? Like, the greatest of them all." Hyunjae asks as she chews her food, a hand covering her mouth for politeness. "Not limited to just JYPE!"

"She's in JYPE, actually," and you chuckle. "It's Yeji."

Hyunjae nods receptively. "Nice, so what do you like about her?"

"She's my type! I like women who's on the more, what's the word, aggressive side?"

"Ryujin is aggressive as well — even more than Yeji," Hyunjae challenges, and that makes you think a bit. Yeji instead of Ryujin with assertion as the criterion is certainly something.

After a few seconds of thinking, you shrug out of surrendering to your supervisor's point. "Maybe I shouldn't have said aggressive."

Hyunjae chuckles. "It's fine. Sometimes we kinda just vibe with people, you know?"

You just smile at her before taking another piece of tteokbokki into your mouth.

—

The weekend passes by, and you find yourself sitting in your chair posting the activities and approved personal photos of your assigned groups on Monday. You stretch from time to time to release the fatigue building up inside your muscles. The atmosphere inside the office smells of air freshener and tea, while the sight is tinted blue from the lights installed above your head.

A Slack notification appears in the top right corner of your MacBook.

Han Hyunjae, 11:49: Itzy's in the building today

Han Hyunjae, 11:49: Wanna meet them?

You click on the notification to type a sure as a reply. Finally, you're meeting your ultimate bias up close!

Han Hyunjae, 11:50: Come to the cafe when you're ready!

—

The coffee shop on the ground floor is cozy and warm. You order a cup of iced Assam tea despite the harsh winter outside, with two pairs of tuna sandwiches from the cashier before settling yourself in front of Hyunjae at a table.

"They should be here in a few minutes," Hyunjae states, sipping her hot latte. There's a small mark of cream on her lips.

"You got a, uh," and you point at your upper lip. "Milk foam?"

"Oh, thanks." Hyunjae wipes the white stain off her mouth before gazing at the cafe entrance. You turn in her direction of sight as well, and you see them — ITZY — all five of them.

You've expected that they're people just like you — flawed and unique. Still, you can't help the quickening of your heartbeats for Hwang Yeji under the cafe lights. Your index finger taps on the table frantically as the women come closer to you and Hyunjae. You alternate your eyes between the five girls, but your focus seems to incline towards Yeji a bit more than the others. She looks different from what you've seen her in the photos and videos. Hwang Yeji just looks so damn tangible here — unfiltered, human.

You hear Hyunjae chuckle beside you. She notices you being star-struck seeing Yeji in person for the first time, though she just gives you space to get nervous seeing your idol.

The women settle themselves at a table not too far away from you. You turn back to Hyunjae, eventually, to see her smile tenderly at you.

"You wanna say hi to them?" she asks, pointing in ITZY's direction with her thumb.

You stammer out, "Yeah, sure. Do you have to, like, come with me?"

Hyunjae shrugs. "Up to you! They're used to the seniors from your college, though, so don't worry too much."

You give her an investigative look — lips tight, squinted eyes — before getting up from your seat and telling her: "Can you come with me, please?"

Hyunjae just laughs and stands up. "Alright, follow me."

You walk behind her at a somewhat close distance, watching ITZY's relative position getting closer to you. They chatter about something you can't make out against the waves of sound from the entire cafe.

"Hey!" Hyunjae greets, and the women turn to her and you. Yeji tilts her head slightly, perhaps curious about your presence.

With a drag, "Hello!" Yuna says first, happily, followed by a few waves and greetings from the other members.

"My new intern wanna say hi to you guys," Hyunjae says, presenting you simply with her hands.

"Hi," you stammer out shyly, trying to look cool in front of the girls despite the rapid heartbeats behind your ribcage. "I'm the new intern."

"The university intern from abroad, right?" Yuna asks with curiosity. So, it seems that there's only one foreign university MOU with JYPE according to her statement.

"Yeah," you respond politely, almost with a bow. You're awfully socially anxious for them here.

"So, he's our Instagram admin now?" Yeji asks your supervisor, pointing at you with her thumb. Her voice is so deep, unlike the tone you've heard on the stages and clips. You find it attractive, of course.

"Yep, until early May, unless we give him a post-internship contract," Hyunjae answers. "He hasn't forgotten a hashtag in the posts yet. That's some achievement!"

Your heart floats a little at Hyunjae's praise. The tension in your shoulders dissolves slightly.

Yeji smiles approvingly before asking you, "Would you stay if you get the contract? Barring the visa and logistics and all."

"Yeah!" you reply swiftly. "It has been great for me so far," and you add small gestures with your hands to show the excitement at the prospect. You'd jump at the chance of working abroad.

Yeji nods. "Well," and she pauses. Perhaps she's thinking of something to tell you, only to come up with nothing. "No, yeah, I don't have anything to tell you. Do you guys wanna say something?" Yeji asks the other members.

"Just don't be afraid to talk to us," Ryujin utters coolly, arms resting on the cushion behind her. She seems chill with you, and that's wearing your guard away a bit more. "Don't use the main account, though."

"Sure, I'll do my best," you tell Ryujin with a smile. And feeling brave, you hint, "I have just your public Instagrams for now, still."

Ryujin chuckles, giving you a knowing look. "You want our private accounts?" and the rest of the women laugh as well.

Your body freezes, not thinking straight at Ryujin's forward proposal. You just asked for ITZY's personal Instagram accounts, how brazen!

"Chill out, Ryujin. Let him settle in with the company first," Yeji states, and she turns to you. "Come to the end of the month party. We can, like, talk a bit more there."

"Party?"

"Yeah, we have a party at the end of each month," Yeji answers. "Everyone gets wasted and has deep talks — fun!"

"Everyone?" you ask another question, brain imaging the entirety of ITZY slurring and throwing arms around.

"Unless you're tolerant to alcohol, then yeah, everyone who's in Seoul on that day," Ryujin says, "I saw Hyunjae making out with—"

"You saw nothing," Hyunjae quickly halts Ryujin with a finger point, who's now laughing merrily.

Lia chimes into the conversation, "It's fine, Hyunjae. We're happy that you finally found someone!"

"Fuck off," Hyunjae curses, face already red with embarrassment. "I didn't make out with anyone. I'm a woman in her twenties who can look after herself!"

"Doesn't mean you have to be single!" Lia teases with a shrug.

"Again, fuck off," Hyunjae curses once more, and you just watch the banter unfold like that for a while until Chaeryeong gestures them to stop escalating the verbal onslaughts.

"No fighting in public, girls," Chaeryeong says, prompting a grumpy huff from Hyunjae and a giggle from Lia.

"Two tuna sandwiches and Assam tea!" a barista announces from behind the counter. That's your order.

"I'll go to the party, I promise," you tell the women, turning back and forth between your food and them. "Thanks for the welcome, really."

"See you around," Yeji says warmly.

"You're my bias, by the way," you say to Yeji.

She touches her chest with kind eyes and an aw. "Appreciate that, see you around to the power of two then."

You just smile back and nod at the girls before leaving the table with the now-beet-red Hyunjae.

"Who was it?"

"Oh my God, fuck you too."

—

The next three weeks move by rather slowly. Your job still consists of being present and posting media on your assigned groups' and members' accounts. The relationship between you and Hyunjae develops into something warm and comfortable in the meantime, and she helps you settle into living in South Korea by a large margin. It's not quite a place of home yet, but it's much better than four weeks ago.

Party day arrives, eventually. You've been spinning your chair for the last few hours out of excitement to get drunk under Hyunjae's supervision. Your state of mind has been fortified since the last day of your last semester back in your country. Intoxication in a foreign country has been a far-fetched concept to you, but you're going to experience it firsthand tonight!

From the side, you see Hyunjae walking towards you merrily in a blazer and a pair of wide-legged pants, humming some tune you don't recognize.

"Hey!" she starts with a blooming smile, and you wave back to her. "Have you posted the Hyunjin images yet? For his personal."

You check the Instagram feed for a bit — hynjinnnn. The latest post was 34 minutes ago, and you nod at your supervisor. "Yeah, half an hour ago."

"Splendid. Well, let's go now, shall we?"

You look at the time. It's about half past four post meridiem — not the time to clock out yet. You shoot her a puzzled look.

"Party day! We can leave early, don't worry," Hyunjae assures you. "We reserved the entire restaurant from five to eleven, and I don't wanna be late."

"Oh, alright, okay, sure," and you quit the apps on your MacBook before shutting it down. You put your belongings into your backpack and leave the premises with Hyunjae.

—

It's almost five. The restaurant is big — unbelievably big.

"How many people will there be again?" you ask Hyunjae. There's quite a number of people at the tables already, waiting for other employees and all sorts of meat and vegetables to be served.

"Last time was two hundred and twenty-one. This place can handle two hundred and fifty, though," she responds. "If there's fewer people, we get more soju."

You give Hyunjae a judging look.

The two of you settle yourselves at a long table that should fit about twelve people. There are already a few bottles of fruit-flavored soju on the table with shot glasses. You're waiting for more people to join the party, still. And while waiting, you pick up your phone and scroll through Twitter fan-wars and memes mindlessly.

As minutes pass, more and more people enter the restaurant, sitting at the tables all around the place. You're still surfing through Twitter, reading sombr-ending tweets and the somehow-still-ongoing war between BLINKs and ARMYs.

A hey from Hyunjae is what calls you back to the chatter of the diner.

At the entrance, you see the five girls of ITZY waving in your direction. They tread towards your table with Yuna almost jogging to you to say hi. She hugs Hyunjae and sits down beside her, across from your seat. The other members haven't even reached the halfway point yet.

"Intern boy, right?" Yuna asks you.

"Yeah," you reply with a soft smile, putting your phone back into the pocket. A server hands you the menu.

"Hello," Yeji greets as she appears beside you.

Your eyes widen — star-struck, shocked, almost dropping your menu. You can only stutter out, "Hi, Yeji."

She laughs joyfully before taking a seat next to you. "Well, nothing soju can't do."

Chaeryeong and Lia sit on the other side of the table, while Ryujin finds her seat on Yeji's left. There she is: Hwang Yeji, your ultimate bias, sitting beside you in a restaurant for a dinner with alcohol involved. This is going to be the most stressful meal you've ever had.

You order the food through the server, and they go back into the kitchen to prepare your meal. Your body is still trembling with anxiety with Yeji sitting beside you.

She seems to notice your nervousness still, and she kindly sparks a conversation with you with a giggle. "Do you drink often? Back in your country."

Still shaking, you stammer, "Yeah, kinda." And with shyness, you start pouring grape soju into the shot glasses for the surrounding girls, and you hand out the glasses to each person, trying not to drop them.

"Thanks," Yeji says. "Ever blacked out before? Sorry if this is, like, too personal," she continues to probe tenderly.

You appreciate the sentiment, really, but you still can't shake the apprehension away. A part of you remains sensible with her, at least, telling you to keep answering and asking the questions back. It'll break the barrier between you.

"Yeah, in my sophomore year," you reply, attempting to knock this fear out. "I woke up at a bus stop on my campus."

Yeji chuckles. "Well, I've blacked out before as well! It was at our dorm, though. So, yours was obviously more exciting."

"She puked all over herself," Ryujin chimes in, earning a shy laugh from Yeji. "Shit was fucking messy."

The image is not pleasing to your eyes at all, whatever melts the ice, though.

You share more of your experiences. "I remember my teeth probably hitting the edge of a toilet, and the bouncers carrying me down from the second floor."

Yeji laughs. "We're equally fucked, then."

You chuckle back at her. The tension begins to dissolve into something more domestic and casual. You can feel your bones relaxing inside your body, and you start asking more about Yeji. "So, how do you, like, get your stuff? You guys can't just go to a store and buy soju, right?"

"It's usually our bodyguards, yeah. They can carry a lot more than us, though, so it's probably for the better," Yeji answers with a shrug before taking a shot of grape soju, and you hand her the bottle to pour more. "How about your college life, though? Aside from that blackout."

"Difficult," you reply. "Having good friends helps a lot, at least."

Yeji nods with an ooh leaving her lips, then, "What do you guys usually do together, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It's standard college stuff, you know: eating, studying, taking classes. You probably—"

You notice Yeji's expression soften into something that almost resembles sadness, and you have to stop yourself from talking to empathize with her first.

"Yeah, and?" Yeji asks, almost sniffling with tears now. "I just, yeah, wait."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't—"

"No, no, keep talking. I just gotta manage myself a bit," Yeji responds with a slight stutter in her voice. She's wiping her eyes with the back of her hand now, and you shake your head profusely, adamant on not telling her about your college life further.

"Let's talk about something else," you comfort, eliciting a smile from Yeji's face. "Like, do you watch sports?"

Still with a slightly shaken voice, Yeji answers, "Yeah, I do watch F1 on some weekends, yeah."

With almost minimal knowledge of car racing, you ask her, "Can you tell me about it?"

Yeji's sniffles turn into a look of unease instead, putting your thoughts to a halt. "You're testing me or something? Is it because I'm a woman, is it that?"

"Misogyny, boo," Ryujin adds from behind Yeji and gives you a thumbs down. She's still apparently listening to your conversation intently.

Your eyes widen in fear of misunderstanding. You deny the accusations with haste. "No, no, no. Oh my God. I didn't mean to, like, question you like that. I'm so sorry."

Yeji stares at you blankly for a few seconds, letting you bask in the apprehension of being mistaken. You look at her fearfully, at least until she laughs at you, and Ryujin laughs at you as well.

"Just fucking with you, don't worry," Yeji assures. "I'd be happy to tell you about F1, and Ryujin too. We watch it together whenever we have a chance."

You let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks. I really don't know shit about this."

—

"That's why I support them," Yeji states.

"And Hwang Yeji is cursed for years of torment and suffering of being a Williams fan!" Ryujin announces as she hugs Yeji from behind. "Should've been a Bearman fangirl like me."

Yeji chuckles. "I think I'd be dead before Williams has a top-three season."

There have been a few shots of soju since the start of F1 recap from Yeji and Ryujin, and you're not particularly tolerant of alcohol. So many things are flashing through your head right now: math problems, laundry, making out with someone. You feel a lot lighter than you're supposed to be. The sound of sizzling means shit right now as your brain decides to loop your favorite song on repeat.

"I'll go to the bathroom a bit," Yeji says as she gets up from her chair, leaving just you and Ryujin behind on your side of the table.

You go back to grilling meat and vegetables as Yeji disappears behind the bathroom door. Suddenly, Ryujin scoots over onto Yeji's chair, equally drunk as you are.

"Does she live up to your expectations?" Ryujin asks, bumping her shoulder to yours softly. "Yeji Hwang, your bias."

You reply without looking at her, still flipping food on the grill, "She's great! I mean, I don't expect her to be a perfect angel like that. You guys are human like me."

Ryujin nods. "That's a great mindset to have," and she joins you on the fire, helping you flip the food carefully.

"Thanks."

Ryujin helps you flip a few more pieces, then she pours you and herself a shot of soju. An oh leaves your lips. You don't expect Ryujin to do this for you. Still, you thank her and gulp down the shot alongside her.

"I think I'm gonna go outside a bit. Wanna come with me?" Ryujin asks you, evenly distributing the meat and vegetables to the other side of the table and not keeping one to your side.

"Me?" and not Lia or Chaeryeong or Yuna?

"Cultural exchange, wait," and Ryujin pauses for a thought. She looks at your supervisor. "Hyunjae, can I have your man for a bit?"

Hyunjae, drunk, replies with a reference to Jemima Kirke, "What the hell, sure."

Ryujin stands up from her seat in an instant, adjusting her leather jacket slightly. "We won't be long," she promises. The other members at the table just give each other a certain look as you stand up along with Ryujin. Your difference in height isn't much — you being taller than Ryujin by about an inch or so, but it feels like she's holding all the power against you here somehow. Maybe it's her assertive personality. Maybe it's her social status. Maybe it's the fact that you're a foreigner.

"Alright, follow me," Ryujin says before leading your steps towards the door to the outside. She grabs her coat from the seat, reminding you to take yours into the cold air as well. As you tread along the walkway, you two draw a few unwanted pairs of eyes. You're too drunk to raise a concern to Ryujin, though.

The door opens. You're met with the chilly late-January atmosphere, and it's making you shake immediately at the first contact. Your hands are tucked between your arms and flanks to preserve the body temperature. The air smells of smoke and asphalt. Ryujin continues to walk a few more steps against the stillness of the night, though, and you just have to follow her into the outside.

Ryujin stops a few meters away from the door as you struggle to walk under the cold. She chuckles tenderly at your inexperience in handling this temperature. Your body keeps shivering against the air uncontrollably. You reach Ryujin eventually, still.

She smiles almost awkwardly at you before starting. "I'm gonna be honest, I have no fucking idea what to talk about." She has a puff of air coming out of her mouth.

"It's fine," you scoff, smiling. You notice a puff of air coming out of your mouth as well. "Normally, I don't open myself up, though, so maybe I'll vent to you."

Ryujin laughs, leaning against the stone wall of the restaurant. The faint chatter from inside can be heard. "Thanks for trusting me," Ryujin says.

You just smile back at Ryujin, leaning against the stone wall beside her.

The silence goes on for a while. It's not suffocating — not the case of it's appropriate to say something. You notice that Yeji doesn't come out to get you back inside, but you don't raise your concern to Ryujin. Your body is still shivering in the cold, and Ryujin seems to notice it. She moves a little closer as if to warm you with her body.

You feel her warmth.

"Do you have a partner back home?" Ryujin cuts through the tranquil.

Mind in disarray, you answer succinctly, "I did."

She looks at you with a small sigh. "Sorry about that."

You scoff, turning to her as well. "It's fine — almost two years now. If anything, I'm a better person because of that."

"I used to have someone like that too — pre-debut," Ryujin says. "Life gets in the way, kind of thing. I'm sure yours is worse still."

You chuckle dryly. "It's not a competition. Don't invalidate your feelings," you assure her in the drunken stupor, moving closer towards her body a little more until your shoulders touch each other. Her eyes are a mix of longing and sadness. It's almost as if she's about to bawl in front of you, and you can do nothing but give her a warm smile against the cold air.

"You're so fucking sexy when you tell me that, you know?" Ryujin suddenly says, almost a scowl, and you just giggle, almost timidly. It's awfully forward, but you decide to ride the wave.

"Never counted you as a feeler," you reply with a tilt of your head, getting witty and brave to shoot a banter all of a sudden.

"I think more than feel, of course," Ryujin tells you. "But I'm not emotionally inept — suppressed, more like."

"Sorry to hear that."

Ryujin scoffs, "It's fine." She glances around her — the empty street, the buildings, the lights — and you do so as well, looking around until your eyes meet each other's. It's not the most magical moment you've ever been through — moderately drunk in the cold air. It's nice to have someone by your side at least, looking into your pupils and giving you the much-needed warmth.

"Do you wanna make out?" Ryujin utters. There are no signs of embarrassment or second thought on her face. You're not too shocked either. It's as if kissing celebrities is a normal occurrence for you.

You laugh quietly before responding with another question, "Do you do this often?"

"Making out?"

"Isolating an intern from abroad before, yeah, making out with them."

"You're the first man."

"Not the first person?"

Ryujin smiles awkwardly before propelling herself off the wall. She wraps her arms around your neck, slightly shaken from the alcohol. You see her cheeks flushing red under the nocturnal streetlights. "You're gonna judge me for that? Do I have to boo you again?"

You giggle in front of her, eliciting a mutual laugh back from Ryujin. Her breath smells of grapes. You're sure that yours is the same. The image is not as sensual as portrayed in the films, but it's certainly tangible.

"What if someone walks out and mistakes this for an affair?" you raise a concern, though half-hoping that Ryujin will just shut you up with her lips already.

"You're just quoting bullshit," she dismisses mischievously, apparently catching your tribute to a niche community. "Also, I don't plan on getting attached, since I won't be the only one having you."

You blink consciously, a tad surprised by the notion. Still, you're too hellbent on having Ryujin's grape-flavored tongue inside your mouth, so you tease, "You have me tonight, though."

Ryujin pouts with an aw, and she kisses you, like that.

She enters your mouth with little to no resistance from your body. Her tongue sweeps around the inside of your orifice, spreading her grape-ish taste and tasting your grape-ish taste simultaneously. Your hands cup her face gently, feeling the warmth of her cheeks. You're then pushed back up against the wall by Ryujin's sheer strength, and the act becomes even hungrier. She moans needily into the kiss, eliciting whines from your vocal cords. Your body shivers from the concoction of cold temperature and Ryujin's searing lips. You cannot think properly with everything that's going on, but your body is working on its own accord — flushing, shaking, moaning. You're so love-struck right now.

Ryujin gets a tad friskier with her hands, traveling down your frame from the back of your neck. She finds your arms. She finds your waist. She finds your thighs, and she gives them a totalitarian squeeze. You jolt, of course, and she chuckles against your lips.

Suddenly, with her core strength, Ryujin lifts you up against the stone wall of the restaurant. You yelp helplessly against her mouth. Still, you can't help but melt into her completely, submitting entirely to her.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby boy," Ryujin half-slurs, half-commands. You follow instantly, and Ryujin holds onto your supple ass firmly, using her body to push you up against the surface. Your cock twitches wantonly under the thick fabric of your pants, so eager to be freed and stimulated even more. It's pressed between your body and her taut abs. Never have you been pinned against the wall and wrapped your legs around someone like this. It's an utterly brand-new experience — one that you begin to appreciate more and more with the passing seconds.

"Ryujin," and a needy moan into the kiss. The lack of control over your body is awfully evident here, and you're more than ecstatic to let Ryujin take your place. Her lips taste of grape and a bit of smoke from the meat and vegetables. She gropes your rear authoritatively, not giving you an area to protest against her reign.

"God, you have such a nice ass," Ryujin hums, trailing her kisses to your cheeks and making you moan whorishly in Seoul's nocturnal air. She bites your ear with her lips. That's your erogenous spot, apparently, and you just collapse weakly into her. Ryujin is carrying your body now. It's a good thing that you're rather light for her. Then, she finds your neck, sinking her teeth into your skin playfully, almost dangerous in drawing blood. You find satisfaction in her acts, at least.

She keeps planting her kisses on parts of your face for a few more heartbeats until you hear a sound of clinking coming from the inside. The two of you are reminded of the party going on in the diner, and you're the first to come to your rational senses.

"Ryujin, we should, fuck," you stutter out weakly as she bites your lips. "We should go back inside."

Ryujin gives your lower lip a final tug before letting it go. "Yeah, we really should," she agrees with a chuckle, and she slowly lowers you down onto the floor. You let your feet settle on the asphalt surface of the street, and you feel like you can breathe and see things properly again.

You adjust your clothes a bit, doing your best to avoid raising suspicion from other employees. Ryujin does so as well, tugging at her coat hurriedly, setting her hair to its former state.

"Do we go back in together?" you ask with a little bit of nervousness.

Ryujin scoffs, "They'll know, definitely."

"Maybe," you cut her off, making Ryujin laugh heartily.

She continues, "They won't say a thing, though. Don't worry."

"If you say so."

—

The people at your table just exchange glances and giggle at one another. You're not giving them a harsh stare, but just smile and blink awkwardly at them as you sit back down beside Yeji. The sound of food sizzling reverberates through the air as Ryujin sits back in her seat as well.

"I didn't smoke," Ryujin starts, picking up a piece of meat with her tongs. "He didn't smoke."

"It's unhealthy!" you add. "No cigarettes or vapes involved in cultural exchange."

"That's encouraging, baby boy," Yuna jokes, and a wave of drunken laughter erupts from everyone at the table but you and Ryujin. You two can only look at each other as you wait for the hilarity to dissipate into the air.

—

With all the shakiness in the world, "So, you do smoke?"

Stern, "Vaped — past tense."

Ryujin's bed creaks weakly under her movement — mostly as a result of her hips thrusting.

For what happens between you two, it's the similar steps: making out, stripping off, lying down. The path from her door to the bed is smooth. Her room is damn tidy. Your clothes are all over the floor now, though. You don't flag the current activity as bizarre, just that it's your first time doing this with someone else.

Your back is lying against Ryujin's mattress, arching up each time the tip of her silicone cock jabs at your prostate. The moniker rolls off your tongue so easily as your asshole is being plowed open.

"Daddy."

You do this cute little quiver every once in a while when your G-spot is attacked at the perfect angle. Your real cock twitches pathetically, spewing droplets of precum out of its slit, painting your tummy with your juice. Ryujin's face hovers above yours, just centimeters away. Her breath still smells of grape soju from the restaurant with each exhale, mouth slightly agape to let out sinful moans. She looks into your eyes with hunger and desire to conquer you wholly, and the best part is: you just let her take all of you like that.

Ryujin cups your face tenderly, still thrusting her plastic dick into your untouched warmth. "Daddy's loving this virgin boypussy so much," she coos. "Taking my girlcock so well."

You don't reply, instead letting your eyes roll into the back of your head with each of Ryujin's thrusts. There are soft, pitiful whines leaving your mouth rather weakly. You feel a tad cold from the strap-on's length splitting your hole open, though Ryujin's body is warming you up nicely. Your legs are opening wide to accommodate the sheer girth of her cock. You want to be witty and sharp under her — a power bottom — but all that comes out is just a whorish moan.

The pleasure isn't one-way. There's this little nub on the other side of the harness pressing against Ryujin's clit. She's indulging in the pleasure as much as you are, just with less outward expression — small stutters, soft moans, shaking limbs. You want to reach out for her pert breasts sitting above your chest, but the pleasure of being penetrated by the silicone phallus is just too much for you to dictate a movement. Her chocolate-colored nipples have already hardened from the power that she holds over you, and you can only alternate your eyes between those pebbles and her face.

"The other girls are going to love you so much if you keep this up," Ryujin says airily, a hint of exhaustion in her tone. It sparks a bit of curiosity in your mind about the identity of the other women, though.

Ryujin's hips make contact with your ass at each loving thrust, creating these sounds of flesh smacking into each other that echo all over her room. Your body keeps trembling under her every time her cock jabs at your core, and she just smiles cheerfully at the pleasure of having you converted into her baby boy. It feels heavy — each attack on your prostate — but you hold on against the urge to cum all over yourself.

"Who are the other girls, Daddy?" you ask with your feeble, completely pathetic voice. Your hands grip the bedsheets tightly, creating these crumples in the fabric.

Ryujin chuckles at your question above you, and she just kisses you as an answer. Her tongue pushes yours back into your mouth with ease, sweeping the leftover taste of grape soju from the surface. Her hand cups your face lovingly in the soft moonlight from outside, shining through the window. She ups her pace by an ante, thrusting her synthetic cock into your tight asshole a tad quicker. At this speed, you almost lose control over your pliant physique — loosening grips, quivering limbs, rolling eyes.

She pulls back, satisfied with the kiss after a short while. A thin string of saliva clings to both of your lips — a link in the space between you. "Daddy's keeping it a surprise," Ryujin responds teasingly, licking her lips to taste you — still the grape soju. You whine needily at the view.

With Ryujin's intensity in splitting your asshole open, your orgasm arrives dangerously quickly. You feel the doom building up in your nerves down below, and you just have to announce, "Cumming, Daddy."

Ryujin just smiles — not rushing, not slowing down. She keeps her fervor steady, building you up towards the precipice under the soft moonlight.

"Daddy!"

Ryujin stuffs your mouth with her fingers, stifling the ecstatic wails from disturbing her bandmates, and your entire body goes stiff as your cock shoots ropes of cum out. It's painting your tummy and chest white. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with the surmounting pleasure wracking through your frame. Some of your semen lands on Ryujin's stomach and chest. She keeps pumping her hips into your ass to coax all of your juice out, and the result is your length twitching pitifully under her — drops into droplets that drizzle out of your slit. And as your orgasm subsides, all that's left is your cock leaking the last few globs of sperm down its length.

Ryujin laughs tenderly at the sight of your naked body utterly ruined by her fake cock, mouth sucking her fingers submissively. She languidly drags her phallus out of your asshole, and you can feel yourself expanding and contracting around her needily. It leaves you with a soft pop, lube spilling onto the mattress. Your warmth feels so empty without her filling it to the brim.

"Daddy," you mumble weakly against her digits, prompting Ryujin to pull them out of your mouth. All that leaves your mouth is a soft whimper, though.

Ryujin pulls your cheek playfully. "Who's Daddy's little cockslut?" and a hum.

"I'm Daddy's little cockslut," you respond, still weak in your tone. Your eyes slowly settle back into their normal positions, and you see her smile at you in a mix of hunger and affection.

"Good boy," Ryujin coos, giggling above you. She then plants her lips on your forehead fondly. Warmth blooms from the spot. "Let's take a shower together."

"Are you gonna fuck my ass again, Daddy?" you ask, mind still hazy with lust and complete compliance.

Ryujin purses her lips, thinking for a heartbeat. "Eat Daddy's cunt first, okay?" She caps the sentence off with a firm squeeze of your ass before getting off of you, and you feel like you can breathe properly again.

"Come here, baby," and Ryujin pulls your arm, getting you up from the mattress. You muster every ounce of your energy left to stand up in front of Ryujin, and you trudge after her into the bathroom.

—

A cunnilingus and a pegging in the shower later, you're lying on the bed together, facing each other with only the outside light illuminating your features.

"How's quitting smoking going?"

"Not good," and Ryujin giggles.

You don't bother putting your clothes back on, but let the heater and each other warm your body in the frosty night. Ryujin's expression makes it clear that she's still in the high of fucking your pretty asshole and gushing her juice all over your face. Her mouth smells of mint toothpaste now. The two of you figure just to share her toothbrush. Your finger circles around her dusky nipple gently, and Ryujin lets out a quiet whimper from time to time in pleasure.

"I started a few months after the debut, and Yeji found out because of my bad breath. I smoked like two packs a day. She helped me keep it a secret, though," Ryujin recounts, hand caressing your face affectionately. "Then I switched to vapes during SNEAKERS."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that."

Ryujin chuckles. "Yeah, and then I forgot to hide it one day. News was out and stuff, so I've been trying to quit it since."

You sigh, hand moving to her cheek now. "I appreciate you for trying in the first place."

"Really?"

"Really."

Ryujin smiles, receptive to your words. "Thanks."

You smile back at her, and you lean in for a kiss — a peck on her lips. It feels less passionate than the earlier making out sessions, but it's still surely sincere from the bottom of your heart.

"So, like, I'm being passed around you girls now?" you ask.

"If you do consent, then yeah!" Ryujin answers. "You can be a whore for the next few months if you want."

You consciously blink at her statement — whore. Not that you're going to say no at the chance of having sex with your hot co-workers during internship, though.

"What the hell, sure."

[jace-targaryen]

CHAERYEONG ⦮ ⦯ mbc 260523

[sluts4slut]

Overnight Camping Trip (Ryujin & Yeji x M Reader)

The air in the practice rooms of JYP Entertainment always smelled of ozone, industrial floor wax, and the desperate, metallic tang of ambition. For three years, that scent was your oxygen. You were the "Golden Boy" of the male trainee branch—the one with the sharpest lines in the choreography, the one the vocal coaches whispered about as a "sure thing" for the next global boy group. You lived in the rhythmic pulse of 808 bass lines and the blinding glare of fluorescent lights, flanked by two girls who were more than just fellow trainees; they were your kinetic shadows.

Shin Ryujin was the fire to your ice—a girl who danced with a visceral, jagged energy that demanded every eye in the room. Hwang Yeji was the steady, elegant needle that stitched your trio together, her "cat-eye" gaze seeing through every facade you tried to put up when the pressure of the monthly evaluations became a physical weight. You were a tripod of talent, a "00-line" powerhouse that everyone assumed would debut in parallel.

But the industry is a graveyard of "almosts."

A fractured ankle during a high-stakes showcase, a shift in the corporate "concept" for the new group, and suddenly, the "Golden Boy" was just another college student at Yonsei University, trading his stage outfits for oversized hoodies and a backpack full of political science textbooks. You watched from the sidelines—from a cramped dorm room—as Ryujin and Yeji ascended. You saw the ITZY debut teasers, the music show wins, and the global tours. You were proud, but the sting of the "what if" remained a dull ache in your chest.

Then, the text came. Not from a manager, but from a private KakaoTalk group that hadn't been touched in months.

Ryujin: The schedule cleared for 48 hours. No cameras. No staff. Just us. 

Yeji: We’re going to the mountains, Y/n-ah. We need to breathe. And we need our third member back for a weekend.

Time: 05:45 AM Date: Saturday, May 16, 2026 Location: Parking Lot – Bukhansan National Park, Seoul

The morning mist is a thick, grey blanket clinging to the jagged peaks of the mountains. The air is crisp, biting through your The North Face windbreaker as you lean against your black Mazda3, waiting. The park is eerily silent, the usual swarm of weekend hikers still hours away from arriving.

A silver van with heavily tinted windows pulls into the lot, tires crunching on the gravel. It parks in the furthest corner, tucked away behind a row of pines. The sliding door opens, and two figures emerge, unrecognizable to anyone who doesn't know the exact tilt of their heads or the way they carry their shoulders.

They’re dressed in tactical hiking gear—leggings, heavy boots, and oversized caps pulled low. Ryujin is the first to reach you, her short hair tucked into a beanie. She doesn't say a word; she just crashes into you, her arms wrapping around your waist in a grip that nearly knocks the wind out of you.

"You actually showed up," she mumbles against your chest, the scent of her expensive hair serum mixing with the pine needles. "I thought you’d be too busy being a 'normal person' to hang out with us idols."

"Shut up, Ryuddaeng," you chuckle, returning the hug. "I was here twenty minutes early."

Yeji approaches at a more measured pace, though her smile is wide enough to crinkle the corners of her eyes. She looks older, more refined than the girl who used to share a bag of convenience store chips with you after midnight practice, but the warmth in her gaze is identical.

"He looks healthy, doesn't he?" Yeji says, reaching out to pinch your cheek, a habit she’s never quite outgrown. "College life suits you, Y/n. You don't have those dark circles under your eyes anymore."

"I have different dark circles now," you joke, adjusting the straps of your heavy 65-liter trekking pack. "Midterms are their own kind of 'monthly evaluation.'"

"Not today," Ryujin says, stepping back and clapping her hands together. Her eyes are bright, reflecting the first hint of the sun breaking over the ridge. "Today, there are no evaluations. No diet plans. No 'Yeji-unnie, watch your posture.' We’re hiking to the summit of Baegundae, and we’re camping at the hidden plateau. Just three trainees who never got their graduation trip."

You look at the two of them—global superstars who have the world at their feet, yet here they are, looking for a piece of the life they left behind. You feel the old familiar spark in your chest, the one that used to ignite before a performance.

"You sure you girls can keep up?" you tease, adjusting your cap. "I’ve been hitting the gym without a trainer breathing down my neck. I might leave you in the dust."

Yeji lets out a soft, feline laugh, her hand resting on the hilt of her trekking pole. "Careful, Rookie. We’ve been doing 'WANNABE' choreography for years. Our cardio is literally world-class. If anything, we'll be the ones setting up the tent while you're still gasping for air at the halfway mark."

The three of you begin the ascent. The trail is steep, a winding path of stone steps and gnarled roots. As the city of Seoul begins to shrink below you, the conversation shifts. It starts with light gossip about the old JYP trainers, but as the air gets thinner and the forest gets thicker, the mask of the "Idol" begins to slip.

"Sometimes," Ryujin says, her voice echoing off the granite walls as she climbs a particularly difficult section of the trail, "I see a guy in a hoodie at the mall, and for a split second, I think it’s you. I almost call out your name before I remember you're at Yonsei."

"Do you miss it?" you ask, pausing to catch your breath. "The training?"

"I miss us," Yeji says softly, standing on a rock ledge and looking out at the valley. "The three of us against the world. It’s lonely at the top, Y/n. Everyone wants something from us now. Managers, fans, the label... everyone except you."

You reach out, taking Yeji’s hand to help her up a steep incline. Her skin is warm, and for a second, the years of distance vanish. You're just three kids in the woods, running away from a world that moved too fast.

"Well," you say, looking at the summit looming above. "You’ve got me for the next forty-eight hours. No managers. No fans. Just the mountains."

"And the tent," Ryujin adds with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We only brought one, you know. To save weight. I hope you don't snore as much as you used to."

The incline sharpens as the trail transitions from dirt paths to the jagged granite spines of Bukhansan. The "leisurely hike" facade evaporates within the first forty minutes, replaced by the rhythmic, heavy breathing of three athletes who don’t know how to give less than 100%.

"Are we slowing down, Y/n-ah?" Ryujin calls out from the lead. She’s moving with a relentless, low-center-of-gravity gait, her hiking boots gripping the rock like she’s mid-performance. She looks back over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I thought you said you’d leave us in the dust. My heart rate hasn't even hit 120 yet."

"The pack is 20kg, Ryujin," you grunt, your quads burning as you vault over a fallen cedar trunk. "I’m carrying the tent, the stove, and the water. You’re carrying... what? A bag of trail mix and a dream?"

"I'm carrying the morale," she retorts, skipping up a set of stone stairs carved into the cliffside.

Yeji is right behind you, her movements fluid and economical. She’s the "Control Tower," even on a mountain. She watches your footing, her eyes sharp. "Don't let her bait you, Y/n. She’s been doing three hours of fasted cardio every morning for the 'Born To Be' tour. She’s a machine right now."

"A machine that still can't beat me to the ridge," you say, a surge of that old, competitive trainee adrenaline hitting your nervous system.

You shift the weight of the 65-liter Osprey pack, tightening the chest strap. You remember the nights in the basement of the old JYP building—the "Hell Drills" where the trainers would make you dance the same chorus for four hours straight until someone collapsed. You were always the last one standing.

"First one to the Baegundae helipad gets to choose the sleeping arrangements!" you shout, suddenly breaking into a power-hike, your long strides eating up the vertical distance.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Yeji yells, but you hear her laughter—and then the immediate, heavy thud-thud-thud of her boots as she and Ryujin break into a sprint behind you.

The trail becomes a blur of grey stone and deep green pine. It’s dangerous, technical, and exactly what you all needed. For a moment, you aren't a "failed" trainee and they aren't "ITZY." You’re just three rivals pushing your lungs to the bursting point.

You reach the narrow ridge line, the wind suddenly whipping across the granite, cold and smelling of high altitudes. The "Baegundae" summit marker is visible, a jagged peak crowned with a fluttering Korean flag.

You’re gasping, the cold air searing your throat, but you’re ten meters ahead. You scramble up the final rock face, using the steel cables anchored into the stone. Your boots find purchase, and you haul yourself onto the flat helipad just as a hand reaches out and grabs your ankle.

"Got... you..." Ryujin wheezes, collapsing onto the flat stone beside you. Her face is bright red, her beanie discarded somewhere a mile back. She’s drenched in sweat, her chest heaving, but she’s grinning like a maniac.

Yeji arrives three seconds later, gracefully dropping to her knees, her hands on her thighs as she tries to catch her breath. She looks at the two of you—sprawled out on the granite under the vast, blue Seoul sky—and starts to laugh, a genuine, unedited sound that carries over the valley.

"We... we’re idiots," Yeji gasps, wiping sweat from her forehead. "We have a world tour in three weeks, and we’re out here trying to give ourselves shin splints."

"Worth it," Ryujin says, rolling onto her back and looking at the clouds. "Did you see his face? He thought he had it."

"I did have it," you say, sitting up and unbuckling your pack, the relief on your shoulders feeling like a physical drug. "I touched the marker first. I win."

"Technically, I touched your leg while you were touching the marker," Ryujin counters, sitting up and nudging you with her shoulder. "In trainee rules, that’s a shared victory."

The sun is beginning its slow descent, casting long, golden shadows across the peaks. The city of Seoul below looks like a toy model, the skyscrapers of Gangnam and the Han River shimmering in the haze. Up here, the noise of the industry—the "Dispatch" headlines, the chart rankings, the fan comments—is silent.

"Look at that," Yeji whispers, pointing toward the West. The hidden plateau where you’re supposed to camp is nestled in a dip between two peaks, surrounded by ancient, wind-swept pines. "No one can see us down there. No telephoto lenses, no managers."

"Just us," you say, looking at the two girls. You realize that despite the fame, despite the millions of followers, they look the most beautiful right now—messy hair, no makeup, and exhausted from a climb they didn't have to make.

"Well, 'Winner,'" Ryujin says, standing up and offering you a hand. "Let's get to the plateau. I’m starving, and I expect the 'Golden Boy' to cook something better than military rations."

The hike down to the hidden plateau is a controlled scramble, the golden hour light turning the granite slopes into sheets of glowing amber. By the time you reach the clearing, the sun has dipped behind the jagged peaks of Wonhyobong, and the temperature drops with a sudden, predatory sharpness. The wind, once a refreshing breeze, now bites through your sweat-soaked base layers.

"Okay, 'Winner,'" Ryujin pants, dropping her smaller pack with a heavy thud onto the needle-strewn earth. She’s shivering slightly, her breath blooming in the air like pale ghosts. "Sun’s going down fast. If we don't get that tent up, we’re going to be three frozen idols by midnight."

"I've got it," you say, unbuckling the Osprey and pulling out the compact, high-altitude MSR tent.

The competitive spirit from the climb morphs into a frantic, rhythmic teamwork. You drive the stakes into the rocky soil while Yeji threads the aluminum poles through the sleeves with a surgical precision. She’s focused, her brow furrowed, her hands moving with the same economy of motion she uses for her stage blocking.

"Step back, Ryuddaeng," Yeji commands as she snaps the rainfly into place. "Y/n, pull the tensioner on the left. Harder."

The tent snaps into its dome shape—a small, orange sanctuary against the encroaching dark. It’s a three-person tent by technical definition, but as the three of you look at the interior, it looks suspiciously small.

"That... is a very intimate three-person tent," Ryujin says, peering inside. She looks at you, a tired, mischievous spark returning to her eyes. "I hope you don't roll around in your sleep, Y/n. Because there’s literally zero buffer zone."

"It’s for warmth," you say, trying to sound professional despite the sudden skip in your heart rate. "Bukhansan at night in May is no joke. Body heat is our best asset."

Time: 08:30 PM Location: The Plateau Campsite

The small camping stove hisses, a blue flame licking the bottom of a titanium pot. The smell of spicy Shin Ramyun and canned tuna—the "Trainee Special"—fills the clearing. You’re all huddled around the stove, wrapped in oversized down jackets.

Yeji is sitting close to you, her shoulder pressed against yours. She’s holding a steaming cup of tea, the steam curling around her cat-like eyes. "This tastes better than the 5-star catering we had in Paris last week," she whispers, taking a slow sip.

"Everything tastes better when you’ve climbed 800 meters for it," you say, stirring the noodles.

"I missed this," Ryujin says suddenly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She’s looking into the small flame, her knees pulled to her chest. "Just sitting in the dark. No one telling us to check our phones. No one asking for a 'challenge' video. Just... the sound of the wind."

She looks at you, her gaze steady. "Do you ever think about what would have happened if you hadn't hurt your ankle? If we’d all debuted together?"

The question hangs in the air, heavier than the mountain itself.

"Every day," you admit, the honesty feeling raw in the silence. "But then I look at the two of you, and I think... maybe the universe knew I couldn't handle the 'Ice Prince' life as well as you guys do."

"You would have been the best of us," Yeji says firmly, her hand finding yours in the dark, her fingers cold but her grip strong. "But I'm glad you're here. I’m glad someone remembers who 'Hwang Yeji' and 'Shin Ryujin' are without the stage names."

Time: 10:45 PM Location: Inside the Tent

The temperature has plummeted to near freezing. Inside the tent, the three of you have laid out your sleeping bags in a single, continuous layer to maximize warmth. There is no space between you.

You’re in the middle.

On your left, Yeji has curled into a ball, her back against yours, her breathing deep and rhythmic. On your right, Ryujin is lying on her side, facing you. The space is so tight that you can feel the heat radiating from their bodies through the nylon bags.

"You're awake," Ryujin whispers, her face inches from yours. The moonlight filters through the orange rainfly, casting a soft, amber glow over her features. She looks vulnerable, the "Center" persona completely shed.

"Too cold to sleep," you whisper back.

"Come closer then," she says, her hand reaching out from her bag and grabbing the front of your fleece, pulling you an inch toward her. "The 'Winner' has to take responsibility for keeping the 'Morale' warm."

She rests her head on your shoulder, her hair smelling of woodsmoke and the mountain. You feel Yeji stir behind you, shifting in her sleep until her head finds the space between your shoulder blades, her arm instinctively draping over your waist.

You’re sandwiched between two of the most famous women in Asia, huddled together in a small tent on a cold mountain plateau. To the world, they are untouchable icons. To you, they are just the girls who used to steal your hoodies and help you practice your high notes.

"Don't leave again, Y/n," Ryujin murmurs, her voice trailing off as sleep finally claims her. "Don't be a stranger when we get back down."

You lie there in the dark, the weight of their trust and their bodies pressing into you, watching the shadows of the pines dance against the tent walls.

The mountain air outside the thin nylon walls of the MSR tent is a freezing, howling void, making the pocket of warmth inside feel like a singular, fragile universe. Condensation from your collective breath has begun to frost the interior of the rainfly, a soft, crystalline layer that traps the heat of three bodies pressed together without a single millimeter of space to spare.

Time: 02:45 AM Location: Hidden Plateau – Inside the Tent

Deep in the heavy, oxygen-deprived sleep of an athlete, the "Rookie" discipline and the "College Student" boundaries dissolve into pure, primal instinct. You shift in your sleep, your body seeking more warmth from the solid, radiating heat to your left.

Hwang Yeji has always been the one you gravitated toward in the dark practice rooms—the steady, rhythmic anchor of your trainee days. Subconsciously, you roll onto your side, your arm sliding over her waist, pulling her flush against your chest.

She stirs, a soft, feline moan escaping her lips, but she doesn't wake. Instead, she pushes back into you, her hips seeking the cradle of your lap.

The friction is immediate and electric. You’re wearing thin, tech-fleece joggers, and she’s in high-compression Nike leggings—fabrics designed to be a second skin. As you settle into her, your hand slides lower, your palm resting flat against the junction of her thighs.

Your fingers graze the unmistakable, firm swell of her mound. Even through the synthetic fabric, you can feel the dampness—a heavy, localized heat that suggests the "cat-eye" leader isn't just dreaming of the mountain. Your middle finger dips into the center of the fold, the fabric of her leggings clinging to the wetness of her anatomy. It’s a "cameltoe" so pronounced and slick that it feels like the heat is bleeding through the nylon and into your skin.

At the same instant, your own body betrays the "friendship" protocol. The proximity, the scent of her hair, and the way her rounded rear is grinding into your pelvis has triggered a heavy, thumping erection.

Your dick is a rigid, insistent rod of heat pressed directly into the small of her back and the top of her glutes.

Yeji’s breathing hitches. She isn't asleep anymore.

You feel her body go rigid for a heartbeat, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard you can feel it through her spine. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she tilts her pelvis back, grinding her heat more firmly against your hand, her own fingers reaching back to find your arm, squeezing your bicep with a desperate, silent strength.

She can feel the sheer size and hardness of you through your fleece—a blunt, uncompromising reminder that the "Golden Boy" isn't a boy anymore.

To your right, Ryujin lets out a soft, rhythmic snore, her hand still tangled in the hem of your hoodie, blissfully unaware that the "trip to breathe" has turned into a high-altitude pressure cooker of suppressed years and unspoken "what-ifs."

"Y/n..." Yeji breathes, the sound so faint it’s almost lost to the wind outside. She doesn't turn around. She just stays there, her wetness soaking into your fingertips through her leggings, her body molding itself to the hard, pulsing line of your cock.

In the amber gloom of the tent, the line between "best friends" and "something more" has been crossed, and there’s 800 meters of granite between you and the rest of the world.

The howl of the wind outside the MSR nylon is a jagged, lonely sound, but inside the tent, the air has become a humid, pressurized weight. The "White-Out" of the mountain is mirrored by the sensory blackout in the dark; you can’t see Yeji’s face, but you can feel the lightning-strike of her pulse through her skin.

Time: 03:15 AM Location: Inside the Tent – The Breaking Point

The "accidental" cuddle has evolved into a deliberate, synchronized motion. You’re still behind her, your chest pressed into her shoulder blades, but your hand is no longer just resting. You slide your fingers under the waistband of her Nike leggings, the elastic snapping softly against her skin.

She let out a sharp, hitched breath—half-gasp, half-sob—and her hips arched instinctively back into your groin. Your hand found the raw, slick heat of her center, her lace thong already soaked through from the friction and the mounting tension of the night. You didn't hesitate; you slid two fingers beneath the lace, finding her clit, which was a hard, throbbing pearl of sensitivity.

"Y/n-ah..." she whimpered, her voice a ghost of a sound.

Beside you, Ryujin shifted in her sleep, her arm draped over your torso, her breathing heavy and rhythmic. The risk was astronomical. If she woke up, the "ITZY" sisterhood and your three-way friendship would be shattered in a single orange-tinted second.

Yeji reached back, her hand fumbling in the dark until she found the drawstring of your fleece joggers. Her fingers were shaking, but she was a dancer—she had a clinical, perfect control over her movements even when her mind was a blurred mess. She pulled the fabric down, her palm sliding over the hot, pulsing velvet of your cock.

She let out a soft, shuddering moan against the nylon floor. You were thick, straining against her grip, the veins along your shaft thumping in time with her heart. She wrapped her fingers around you, her thumb tracing the weeping head of your glans, and began a slow, agonizingly precise slide.

It was a silent, desperate choreography.

You were moving your fingers against her, finding the rhythm of her internal twitches, your thumb working her clit until she was a wet, shaking mess against your chest. At the same time, her hand was a blur of motion on your length, her palm slick with your pre-cum as she pumped you with a frantic, silent hunger.

The friction of the tech-fabrics, the smell of woodsmoke and her YSL perfume, and the constant, terrifying presence of Ryujin just inches away pushed you both to a jagged cliff edge.

Yeji’s back arched, her internal muscles clenching around your fingers in a violent, rhythmic milking motion. She buried her face in the hood of your sweatshirt to stifle the scream, her entire body vibrating with a silent, high-voltage orgasm that left her limp and soaked in your arms.

Seconds later, you followed. You bit your lip so hard you tasted copper, your body shuddering as you came against the back of her thighs, the heat of it soaking into the fleece of your joggers.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the wind and Ryujin’s soft, oblivious snoring. You stayed locked together, the "Golden Boy" and the "Leader," bound by a secret that 800 meters of granite couldn't hide.

The "release" of the manual friction didn't break the tension; it acted like a catalyst, turning the humid air inside the MSR into a pressurized vacuum. The chemical smell of the rainfly, the scent of her sweat, and the heavy, rhythmic breathing of Ryujin just inches away made the risk feel like a physical weight on your chest.

Yeji turned in your arms, her movements a slow, agonizing crawl. In the dim, amber light of the tent, her cat-eyes were dark, blown out with a hunger that the "National Leader" never showed the cameras. Her face was flushed, a stray lock of her dark hair stuck to her damp forehead.

"We can't... we shouldn't," she breathed, her lips hovering an inch from yours. "If Ryuddaeng wakes up..."

"I know," you whispered, your hand sliding up her thigh, the friction of the Nike leggings sounding like a roar in the silence.

She didn't pull away. Instead, she reached into the small mesh pocket of the tent wall where she’d tucked her "emergency" kit. Her fingers fumbled with a small, square foil packet—a Durex she’d bought at a convenience store in Tokyo months ago, hidden away for a "what if" she never thought would happen.

"Put it on," she commanded, her voice a jagged, desperate rasp.

You stripped your joggers down to your ankles. You were already hard again, the blood thumping in your ears. You rolled the latex down your length, the fit tight and secure, the sound of the foil crinkling like a gunshot in the quiet.

Yeji didn't wait. She peeled her leggings down to her knees, her pale skin glowing like marble in the moonlight. She straddled you, her knees digging into the thin foam sleeping pad. She guided you to her entrance—she was soaked, a slick, hot mess that made the entry effortless.

She lowered herself onto you in one slow, deliberate motion. You bottomed out instantly, your cock buried deep in her tight, twitching walls. Yeji’s head fell back, her jaw clenching so hard the muscles stood out in her neck. She stifled a scream against your shoulder, her fingers digging into your biceps until her nails drew blood.

You started a rhythmic, punishing grind. Because of the space, you couldn't move with full range, so you focused on the friction—your pelvis hitting hers with a muffled thud that was camouflaged by the howling wind outside.

Your mouth found hers, a desperate, silent kiss that tasted of salt and the mountain air. Your hands moved to her waist, your thumbs hooking into her hip bones, pulling her down onto you with every upward thrust.

To your right, Ryujin stirred. She let out a soft groan and rolled onto her side, her back now facing the two of you. Her hand, still searching for warmth in her sleep, brushed against your thigh.

You froze. Yeji’s eyes went wide, her heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird. You both stayed perfectly still for ten agonizing seconds, the only sound the wind and the blood rushing in your veins.

Ryujin settled back into a deep, rhythmic sleep.

The near-miss pushed you both over the edge. Yeji began to move with a frantic, silent speed, her internal muscles clenching around you in a rhythmic milking motion. She was a dancer; she knew exactly how to move her hips to maximize the friction, her "cameltoe" now a hot, pulsing furnace around your shaft.

"Y/n... ah... now," she breathed into your ear.

You snapped. You drove into her three more times, your body shuddering as you came into the condom, the heat of it radiating through the latex. Yeji followed a second later, her back arching, her entire body vibrating with a silent, high-voltage orgasm that left her limp and sobbing against your chest.

You stayed locked together for a long minute, the "Golden Boy" and the "Leader," bound by a secret that 800 meters of granite couldn't hide.

The heavy, rhythmic silence that follows the climax is broken only by the frantic thumping of two hearts and the distant, lonely whistle of the wind against the tent. You’re still buried deep inside Yeji, your forehead resting against her damp shoulder, both of you paralyzed by the sheer, illicit weight of what just happened.

Then, the sleeping bag to your right rustles.

"You guys are really bad at being quiet."

The voice is low, raspier than usual, and vibrates with a dry, knowing edge. Your blood turns to ice. Yeji freezes, her internal muscles giving one final, involuntary twitch around your cock.

Ryujin isn't facing the wall anymore. She’s propped up on one elbow, her short hair a messy halo in the amber twilight of the tent. Her gaze is steady, tracking the way Yeji is straddling you, the way your joggers are bunched at your ankles, and the unmistakable, lingering scent of sex that has replaced the smell of woodsmoke.

"Ryujin-ah..." Yeji breathes, her voice trembling as she tries to pull her sweatshirt down. "I... we..."

"Don't," Ryujin cuts her off, sitting up fully. She doesn't look angry. She looks... restless. Her eyes fix on the place where you and Yeji are still joined, then flick up to your face. "I've been awake since the 'accidental' cuddling started. Do you have any idea how torturous it is to listen to your two best friends lose their minds while you’re trapped in a sleeping bag three inches away?"

She reaches out, her hand sliding over the nylon of your sleeping bag, her fingers tracing the line of your thigh. "The 'Golden Boy' and the 'Leader.' Always the perfect ones. Always the ones following the rules."

She leans forward, the space in the tent becoming impossibly small. She’s so close you can smell the mint on her breath. She reaches out and grabs the hem of your fleece, her knuckles brushing against your stomach.

"I’m horny too, Y/n-ah," she whispers, her gaze dropping to your lap. "And I’m not spending the rest of this trip being the 'third wheel' to your secret."

She doesn't wait for an invitation. She reaches for the zipper of her own sleeping bag, sliding it down in one smooth, aggressive motion. Underneath, she’s wearing a thin, ribbed tank top—no bra—and a pair of boy-short undies that leave nothing to the imagination. Her skin is flushed, her nipples distinct points against the fabric.

"Yeji-unnie," Ryujin says, looking at the older girl. "You had your turn. Move over."

Yeji looks at her, then at you. The shock in her eyes is slowly being replaced by something darker—a shared, desperate understanding. The "ITZY" bond is deep, but the "00-line" bond is something more primal.

Yeji slides off you with a wet, soft sound, but she doesn't go far. She settles behind you, her front pressing into your back, her arms wrapping around your chest.

Ryujin crawls over, her knees bracketed around yours. She reaches down, her fingers finding the base of your cock, which is already beginning to throb and stiffen again at the sight of her. She looks at the condom—stretched and clouded—and then looks you dead in the eye.

"Get a fresh one, Y/n," she commands, her voice a low, melodic growl. "I want to see if the 'Golden Boy' has enough energy for both of us."

The mountain outside is a freezing void, but inside the MSR, the "Summit of Secrets" has just become a three-way pact.

The interior of the MSR tent is now a stifling, humid microclimate, the air thick with the scent of latex, salt, and the raw, electric musk of the three of you. The "White-Out" outside feels like a distant memory; the only reality that matters is the orange-tinted space where the "Golden Boy" is no longer a spectator to his own life.

Ryujin doesn't wait for your permission. She reaches down, her fingers cool against your heat as she pinches the tip of the used condom and slides it off your length with a wet, rhythmic friction. She tosses the latex into a small waste bag with a clinical indifference that only makes your pulse hammer harder.

Then, she leans in.

Her short hair brushes against your thighs as she takes you into her mouth. She isn't gentle; she’s hungry. She uses her tongue to swirl around the crown, cleaning the remnants of the first round with long, firm strokes that make your hips buck off the sleeping pad. She looks up at you while she does it, her gaze defiant and dark, as if she’s claiming her stake in the night.

Beside you, Yeji is watching, her breathing ragged. She reaches out, her hand sliding over Ryujin’s shoulder, her fingers tangling in the shorter girl’s hair as she watches her best friend worship the man they both spent years trying to forget.

Ryujin pulls back with a soft pop, her lips glistening. She reaches for the second Durex packet, ripping it open with her teeth—a move so predatory it sends a shiver down your spine. She rolls the fresh latex down your shaft, her palms smoothing it over your skin until you’re rigid and aching again.

"My turn," she whispers.

She doesn't stay in front of you. She flips around, her back to your chest, and drops onto all fours on the cramped foam padding. Her boy-short undies are already around her ankles. Her rear is high, her back arched into a deep, agonizing curve that highlights the lean, dancer’s muscle of her thighs.

You enter her from behind, a deep, blunt thrust that bottoming out instantly. Ryujin lets out a muffled, guttural growl into the sleeping bag, her fingers clawing at the nylon floor. She’s tighter than you expected, her internal muscles clenching around the condom with a rhythmic, desperate strength.

But you aren't alone with her.

Yeji crawls behind you, her front pressing into your back. She reaches around your waist, her hands finding Ryujin’s breasts from either side, kneading the soft mounds as you drive into the younger girl. Yeji leans down, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point in time with every thud of your pelvis.

"Faster, Y/n-ah," Ryujin gasps, her head lolling back to rest on your shoulder. "Don't... don't hold back... give it to me like you did her..."

The tent is a blur of moving limbs and hot skin. You’re the center of a high-altitude storm, sandwiched between the "Center" and the "Leader." Every thrust into Ryujin is punctuated by Yeji’s hands on your chest and her whispers in your ear. The friction is a physical roar, the "cameltoe" of Ryujin’s wetness and the heat of Yeji’s body creating a sensory overload that pushes you to the brink.

As you reach the climax, your hands move to Ryujin’s hips, pulling her back onto you for three final, deep surges. You groan into the silence, the heat of the release flooding the condom as Ryujin’s body trembles in a violent, silent peak.

The three of you collapse into a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing, the "Summit of Secrets" finally, fully conquered.

Time: 05:30 AM Location: Hidden Plateau – Bukhansan Summit

The sun doesn't rise so much as it bleeds through the "White-Out" mist, turning the world outside the orange nylon into a flat, ethereal silver. Inside the tent, the air is heavy and stagnant, smelling of salt, spent adrenaline, and the faint, lingering scent of Byredo and woodsmoke.

You wake up with Yeji’s head on your chest and Ryujin’s leg draped possessively over your waist. The "Golden Boy" is buried under a tangle of high-performance fleece and the two most famous women in the country. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, soft puff of their breathing.

As the light strengthens, Yeji stirs first. She sits up slowly, her dark hair a chaotic silk curtain around her face. She looks down at you, then at Ryujin, and finally at the discarded foil packets near the tent door. There is no shame in her eyes—only a quiet, feline clarity. She reaches out and traces the faint red mark on your collarbone with her thumb.

"The mist is clearing," she whispers, her voice a low rasp. "We have three hours to get down the mountain before the first group of hikers reaches the ridge."

Ryujin opens one eye, a lazy, triumphant smirk tugging at her lips. She doesn't move her leg. "Let them come. I’ve never felt more awake in my life." She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, the movement pulling her tank top taut over her skin. she looks at you, her gaze lingering on your mouth. "You okay, Y/n-ah? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"Just processing the technical fouls," you joke, though your voice is thick.

The descent is a different kind of challenge. The competitive fire from the climb has been replaced by a heavy, magnetic tension. Every time you reach back to help Yeji over a rock, her fingers linger on your palm a second too long. Every time Ryujin brushes past you on a narrow ledge, her shoulder leans into yours with a deliberate, grounding weight.

When you finally reach the gravel parking lot, the silver van is waiting, its engine already idling. The "Idol" masks go back on—the bucket hats, the oversized masks, the guarded stances.

"Back to reality," Ryujin mutters, standing by the sliding door. She reaches out and squeezes your hand, her grip bruising. "Don't think this was just a 'mountain' thing, Y/n. We know where you live."

Yeji steps closer, her cat-eyes unreadable behind her dark lenses. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "Study hard, Assemblyman. We'll see you for 'extra credit' next weekend."

The van doors hiss shut, and the silver vehicle pulls away, disappearing into the Seoul traffic. You stand in the quiet lot, the weight of your 65-liter pack feeling strangely light. Your muscles ache, your skin still smells of them, and your phone buzzes in your pocket with a single notification from the group chat.

Yeji: Best. Evaluation. Ever.

You turn toward your Mazda3, the "Golden Boy" finally graduating from the past and stepping into a future that the JYP trainers could never have choreographed.