A towel drops. Two bodies fall. A morning unravels.
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Characters: Male Reader (OC: Minho) x ITZY Shin Yuna
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A/N: Originally published as 5 separate chapters; now remastered and combined into one continuous scene.
Chapter 2: The Fall
Heat by the pool. A slippery slope.
Her eyes flicked down to the tent rapidly forming in my towel.
Her mouth fell open slightly. I watched her pupils dilate in real-time.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “Did you - are you hard? From watching me?”
The accusation in her voice was undercut by the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“I -” My voice came out rougher than intended. “I wasn’t watching, I just -”
“You were TOTALLY watching!” But she was smiling now. That trademark Yuna confidence - the same one that had millions of people glued to their screens watching her fancams, begging for more - was flooding back in, replacing the flustered panic from seconds ago. Except this time, it wasn’t filtered through a phone screen. It was right here, soaking wet and naked and absolutely lethal.
She stood up fully - all legs and wet skin and that ridiculously expensive bikini barely containing anything. Up close, her body was even more insane. Long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. A tiny waist flaring into surprisingly full hips. Her small tits pushed against the bikini top, nipples clearly visible through the thin black fabric. The sash clung to her curves, somehow emphasizing everything.
“Oh my god, you perv,” she said, taking a step closer. Water droplets rolled down her neck, disappearing between her breasts. “How long were you standing there?”
“Yuna -”
“No no no, I’m genuinely curious.” Another step. I could smell the ocean salt on her skin, mixed with something warmer. Muskier. “Because if you JUST got here, okay, whatever. But if you were like... watching me for a while...”
She was close now. Close enough that I could see the goosebumps on her arms despite the heat, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.
“...then that’s kind of insane, right? That’s like, criminally horny behavior. Watching your girlfriend’s maknae finger herself and getting hard about it?”
“She’s not my -” I started, but the words caught in my throat.
Yuna rolled those humongous puppy eyes.
“I should go -” I tried to cover myself with the towel, stammering. “I’m just heading to - Yeji locked me out of the bathroom because she needs to get to her Pilates class and -”
“You should,” she agreed, but she was still advancing. “Unnie would literally kill you. Like, actual murder. Girlfriend or not.”
Her eyes dropped to the tent in my towel again. Lingered.
“But also...” Her voice dropped, playful and dangerous. “You’re still here.”
She took one more step, close enough now that if I reached out, I could touch her.
“Tell me something, oppa.” She tilted her head, and something in her expression shifted - that sly, foxy calculation I’d seen on stage a hundred times. “When you heard me just now... getting myself off...” Her voice dropped lower, more suggestive. “Did it turn you on?”
She gestured at her body - the wet bikini, the long legs, everything on display.
“You’re telling me you never had your hand wrapped around -”
Her fingers reached out, lightning quick, and brushed against the tent in my towel.
The touch - even through fabric - sent a jolt through me. My body betrayed me completely. My cock jerked hard against the towel, and the movement was enough to loosen the tuck I’d made at my waist.
The towel fell.
It dropped to the tiles with a wet slap, and suddenly I was standing there completely exposed - my cock springing up, thick and still glazed with the mixture of mine and Yeji’s cum, evidence of our morning devotion painted across every inch.
Yuna’s breath caught audibly. Her eyes went wide as saucers, pupils blown so dark they swallowed the brown, her gaze locked onto my cock like a predator spotting prey.
I watched her throat work as she swallowed. Hard.
She took an unconscious step closer, and I saw the exact moment her brain registered what she was seeing - not just size, but evidence. The glossy sheen wasn’t sweat. Her eyes traced the dried streaks along my shaft, the way it caught the sunlight, still fresh enough to glisten.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with genuine shock.
Her cheeks and ears flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck - stark contrast to her earlier confidence, the physical evidence of genuine fluster battling with rapidly mounting arousal. The blush deepened as her eyes traced every detail, her breath quickening.
Her hand moved to her own throat, fingers pressing there like she was imagining it. Then lower, absently grazing her collarbone. Her nipples visibly hardened further through the thin bikini fabric, betraying how quickly embarrassment was losing ground to hunger.
“Unnie never mentioned you were packing like that.” A pause, her eyes widening further as another realization hit. “Actually, she basically never mentions you at all.”
The way she said it made it sound like Yeji had been hoarding something valuable. Something Yuna suddenly wanted to taste.
Something flickered across her face - too quick to fully name. Hurt? Curiosity? The faintest shadow of why would she hide this from me?
But it vanished as fast as it appeared, replaced by that calculating look I’d seen her use on stage when she knew the camera was on her. Her tongue swept across her bottom lip.
Her expression shifted as understanding dawned. “Wait. THAT’S why she keeps you around.” A breathless laugh, but there was an edge to it now - something competitive, almost vindictive. “You’re not her boyfriend - you must be her dick appointment. Her personal premium subscription.”
I saw her eyes trace every detail - the thick shaft, the prominent veins, the way the head glistened with dried cum. Her pupils dilated even further, her breath quickened, and I watched in real-time as arousal replaced everything else.
The sound of the front door slamming echoed across the villa, followed by a car engine starting. Yeji’s manager, picking her up for class. We were alone now. Completely, utterly alone.
And that’s when I saw it - the exact moment an intrusive thought crossed Yuna’s mind. Her expression shifted from shocked to calculating, a sly, foxy grin spreading across her face.
“So...” She looked up from my cock to meet my eyes. “You’re walking around with THAT, and you got hard looking at me.” Her tone was mocking, teasing, but laced with raw desire. “And here I thought unnie was hiding some like, casual situationship or whatever. But no wonder she keeps coming back to you when half the industry’s in her DMs. Like, I GET it now.”
She took a step toward me, barefoot, her hips swaying, every inch the sultry, seductive siren that had driven countless men to their knees. The defensive panic had completely evaporated, replaced by something more familiar. That Yuna confidence in full force.
The wet bikini clung to every curve - all legs and wet skin and that ridiculously expensive three-piece barely containing anything. The chain straps glinted in the sunlight. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, poking through the thin fabric.
“You’ve jerked off to me before, right? Like, actually stroked this cock -” She gestured at it with zero shame, “ - thinking about fucking me?” She tilted her head, eyes glinting with something between amusement and hunger. “Come on, oppa. Be honest. All those fancams with millions of views? The ones where I’m doing body rolls in that tiny skirt, or when I’m on the floor with my legs spread?”
She ran her hands down her own body - over her tits, her waist, her hips - putting herself on display.
“Because like... a LOT of guys have wanted to know what that looks like up close.” Her smile turned wicked. “Backup dancers, producers, fans who got lucky. They all watched me on stage and then got to find out if I’m as good off it.” She bit her lip. “And I am, by the way. I’m really, really good.”
She took another step closer, voice dropping.
“So I’m just wondering if you ever thought about it. If you ever watched me perform and imagined what I’d look like under you? What I’d sound like moaning your name?” Her eyes flickered with something vulnerable beneath the bravado. “What it’d feel like to shove this fat cock inside me and make me scream?”
A pause. Her confidence wavered just slightly.
“Because I need to know if I’ve been in your head at all. If you wanted me even a little bit.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”
“Yuna, I -” I tried to protest, but my voice cracked.
She laughed, a sultry, knowing sound. “Don’t even fake innocence. Your dick is literally snitching on you.” Her eyes never left my cock, which was now fully erect, standing at attention despite having just painted Yeji with three loads just minutes ago.
“You know what’s actually insane? I’ve been SO worked up all morning - literally climbing the walls - and then I finally get a moment to myself by the pool and you CATCH me.” She pouted theatrically, but her eyes remained sharp. Calculating. “And then I come back here and hear you two going at it like you’re filming for OnlyFans. Like, I’m happy for unnie, truly, but oh my GOD.”
She was advancing on me now, each step deliberate, her body language screaming dominance despite her earlier vulnerability when I’d caught her. Water droplets still clung to her skin, rolling down her neck, her collarbone, disappearing between her breasts. I could smell the ocean salt mixed with something warmer. Muskier. Her arousal.
“There I am, walking around with this needy pussy -” She touched herself briefly through the bikini bottoms, almost absently. “ - nobody to help me out. Meanwhile unnie’s upstairs getting her brains fucked out. Kind of unfair, don’t you think?”
“I think it’s only fair,” she continued, her voice a sultry whisper as she invaded my space, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body, “that I get to try unnie’s favorite toy. Just for a bit. What do you think?”
“Yuna, we shouldn’t -” I took a step back, my mind screaming loyalty to Yeji even as my cock throbbed with need. “Yeji and I - we have a thing, and I don’t -”
“Oh, come on,” Yuna interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Unnie goes through guys like they’re limited edition. Have you SEEN her Kakao? Her Instagram DMs? She probably hooked up with someone at that industry party last week.” She licked her lips. “Besides... look at you. You’re already rock hard for me. Your body’s already made the choice.”
Before I could protest further, she closed the distance. Her hand came up to cup my face, soft and warm, and she leaned in, her lips crashing against mine in a deep, hungry French kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, aggressive and demanding, tasting faintly of salt and something sweet.
She pressed her body against mine, and I felt my cock, still slick with cum, pressing into the damp fabric of her bikini bottoms. The pressure made her gasp into my mouth, and then - fuck - my cock slipped through the gap between her thighs, emerging at the other end beneath her tight, perfect ass.
Her thighs clamped around my shaft, soft yet firm, squeezing me as she ground forward. I could feel her lips through the soaked fabric, her heat radiating against my cock. Her small, perky tits pressed against my chest, and I could see the streak of her own pussy juice glistening across her cleavage, mixing with the seawater and sweat.
Her other hand reached down, wrapping around the base of my cock where it protruded from between her thighs, her fingers slick and sure.
“Yuna -” I gasped, breaking the kiss, trying to take a step back to create distance, to think, to -
But I didn’t realize I’d backed all the way to the edge of the pool.
My foot found nothing but air, and I felt myself falling backward, arms windmilling.
Everything slowed - that horrible drawn-out moment where you realize you’ve fucked up but momentum’s already decided your fate.
Just as I began to tip backward, Yuna’s hand closed fully around the base of my cock, her grip instinctive. The sudden backward motion lifted my cock upward, and because her hand was locked on and my shaft was sandwiched between her thighs, the upward force literally lifted her off the ground.
Her eyes went wide, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips as her feet left the terrace. The sudden pressure on her pussy lips through the bikini, combined with being yanked forward, made her gasp and moan simultaneously. Her other hand, which had been on my face, shot to the back of my neck for balance, her nails digging in.
We fell together, a tangle of limbs and lust, hitting the pool with a massive splash that sent water cascading over the edge. The pool chair she’d been sitting on earlier teetered dangerously, saved only by Yuna’s foot catching it mid-fall and kicking it back.
We plunged beneath the surface, the cool water a shocking contrast to the heat of our bodies. I felt her bikini top come loose, her hand still gripping my cock, our bodies intertwined in the churning water.
Chapter 3: Submerged in Sin
Underwater and under pressure. Desire that drowns reason.
We surfaced from the pool, water cascading off our bodies, and I was still disoriented - from the fall, from the shock, from the sheer insanity of the situation. But Yuna wasn’t disoriented at all. She was on me in a flash, her wet body pressing against mine, her lips crashing onto my mouth with desperate hunger. My cock, still rock-hard despite everything, poked against her pubic bone beneath the surface, and she moaned into the kiss, grinding against it.
“Mmm,” she hummed against my lips. “I love how that feels.”
“Yuna - wait -” I tried to break away, tried to summon some semblance of loyalty to Yeji, but Yuna just smiled against my mouth, her eyes glinting with mischief.
She pressed a single finger to my lips, silencing me. Her expression said trust me.
Then she disappeared beneath the water like a mermaid diving for treasure.
And oh god, the treasure she found.
This is really happening. I’m letting Yeji’s maknae suck my dick in a pool while Yeji’s at Pilates. My life choices are -
I felt her lips - warm, wet, impossibly soft - envelop the head of my cock, and every coherent thought evacuated my brain. Her mouth was heaven. She started slow, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, lapping up the remnants of my earlier cum and Yeji’s juices like it was her favorite husik. Then she took me deeper, her lips forming a perfect seal as she slid down my shaft inch by glorious inch.
The sensation was indescribable. Sure, Yeji gave head sometimes - she’d practiced it obsessively during our trainee days, treating it like vocal training: methodical, perfecting breath control, studying technique with Type-A precision. But it was functional, clinical even - exercises that happened to help both her throat control and my stress relief, not something she did for pleasure. And she’d made it abundantly clear over the years that she much preferred being on the receiving end, demanding her pussy be worshipped rather than the other way around. I’d never minded. With Yeji, I got everything else - the vulnerability she showed no one, the way she’d grip my hand after, the soft confession in her sleep-roughened voice. But that wasn’t something I could think about right now. Not with Yuna’s tongue doing... that.
Because Yuna was a fucking artist. Her tongue did things I didn’t know were possible, flicking along the underside of my shaft, tracing the prominent vein, then flattening to massage the entire length as she bobbed up and down. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction that made my knees weak, and then she’d relax, letting me slide deeper into her throat without a hint of gagging.
My hands shot to her head beneath the water, fingers tangling in her soaked hair, and I couldn’t help but buck my hips forward. She took it all, adjusting her angle to let me fuck her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs for balance.
She surfaced after what felt like an eternity, gasping for air, her face breaking through the water in an image that would be burned into my brain forever: lips swollen and glistening, eyes half-lidded with lust, water streaming down her flushed cheeks. Somewhere in the rational part of my brain that was still functioning, I registered that this was Yuna - the girl who called Yeji ‘unnie,’ who’d probably heard us through the walls, who was looking at me right now like I was prey she’d been hunting. That should have scared me. Instead - she looked like a fucking siren, and I was completely under her spell.
The sun beat down on us, turning the pool water into liquid diamonds. I could hear nothing but her breathing, the gentle lap of water against tiles, and the distant crash of ocean waves.
“Where -” I gasped, barely able to form words. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
She grinned, catching her breath, water droplets falling from her chin. “What, that?” A teasing glint in her eyes. “You liked it?”
“That’s - that’s not an answer -”
But before I could press further, she dove back under.
This time, she took me even deeper, her nose pressing against my pelvis as she deepthroated me with ease. Her tongue worked magic, and I felt her hum around my shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. She came up for air again, that same devastatingly hot expression on her face - mascara slightly smudged, lips swollen, chest heaving - and then went back down, establishing a rhythm: submerge, suck, surface, repeat.
Each time she came up, I got a glimpse of pure debauchery: her small, perky tits now fully exposed, the bikini top lost somewhere in the pool, nipples hard as diamonds, water droplets catching the sunlight, her face a mask of focused pleasure.
“Seriously,” I managed when she surfaced again. “Where did you -”
“Oh my god, so needy.” She licked her lips, grinning. “Fine, I’ll give you my origin story. But you have to earn the rest.” Then she dove back under.
I gave in. Completely, utterly gave in. I started thrusting my hips to meet her mouth, fucking her face beneath the water, and I felt my fourth orgasm of the day building - a deep, primal heat coiling in my balls.
Yuna felt it too. She resurfaced one more time, pulling off my cock with an obscene pop, and her eyes sparkled with sadistic glee.
“Nuh-uh,” she said, pulling back with that wicked grin. “You don’t get to cum yet.” She wrapped her hand around my shaft, squeezing. “I need to hear you say it first. That you want me. That you’ve been thinking about fucking me.” Her eyes gleamed. “Beg a little. It’s hot.”
Of course she wanted me to beg. Because that’s what this was really about, wasn’t it? Not just getting off - she could’ve done that with any of the industry contacts she’d casually mentioned. This was about making me choose her over Yeji, even if just for a moment. Making me admit it out loud.
“Yuna -” I groaned, my cock twitching desperately in her grip.
She silenced me by jamming my shaft between her thighs again, squeezing them together. The pressure was exquisite, and she started grinding backward and forward, her pussy lips dragging along the top of my cock. Then, with one hand, she reached down and untied her bikini bottoms. The sash that had been clinging to her torso floated to the surface, and she pulled the bottoms out from behind with a smooth jerk.
The sensation of the fabric slipping out, dragging roughly between my cock and her pussy, was almost too much. And then - suddenly - I felt her bare lips on my shaft, hot and slick, no barrier between us.
“Fuck - Yuna -” I tried to protest, but she stuffed the soaked bikini bottoms into my mouth, silencing me just like I’d done to Yeji earlier.
“Shh,” she whispered, grinning. “Your turn.”
She wrapped one arm around my neck for balance, and with her other hand, she guided mine to her bare breast. My palm cupped the soft, perky flesh - small but perfectly formed, high and proud, with a hard, sensitive nipple that pebbled under my touch. My instincts took over, and I squeezed, kneaded, pinched, drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips.
All the while, she kept grinding, her hand on my cock ensuring it stayed between her thighs, pressing against her lips but never quite slipping inside. It was torture. Pure, exquisite torture. I felt the tip catch on her entrance with every thrust, so close I could feel her heat, her wetness, but she wouldn’t let me in.
The midday heat made everything feel surreal - her wet skin sliding against mine, the chlorine smell mixing with her arousal, the way the water refracted light across her body in dancing patterns.
I should have stopped her. Should have pulled away, found that shower, called Yeji and confessed everything. Instead, I stood there in the pool while Yeji’s dongsaeng gave me her sexual resume, each revelation simultaneously making me harder and making me a worse person. The math wasn’t mathing, but my dick had stopped caring about logic somewhere around the third underwater deepthroat.
“You wanna know where I learned that?” she asked breathlessly, grinding against me. “Okay so - mmm, fuck - first world tour, right? There was this Australian backup dancer and he had this ACCENT -”
She paused, adjusting the angle so my cock pressed directly against her clit, and shuddered.
“Oh god, right there - anyway, he was insanely hot and I basically dragged him into the tour bus bathroom after the Sydney show and was like, teach me everything.”
She demonstrated by opening her mouth, miming deepthroating. “Just let him fuck my throat over and over until I figured out the breathing thing. The angles. All of it. It was like a masterclass except way sluttier and I literally couldn’t talk the next day.”
She giggled breathlessly. “Worth it though.”
I groaned around the fabric in my mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Then there was this producer in LA - ahh, fuck -” Her voice hitched as I pinched her nipple. “He was like, old as hell but actually knew what he was doing? He taught me the humming trick. You know, vibrations and shit.” She grinned wickedly. “Made him cum in like two minutes and he looked at me like I was a wizard. I felt SO powerful.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “And then in New York, during our US leg -” She giggled, the sound breathless and dirty. “Found this cute fan, pulled him backstage, and basically used him as practice. Over and over. I love it, you know? The control. The way a guy’s whole body goes stiff when you take him deep. The way he looks at you after like you just blew his mind and his dick.”
Every time she sensed I was about to cum - my body tensing, my muffled groans growing louder - she’d suddenly stop or slow down, blue-balling me with expert precision. I lost count of how many times she did it. She was torturing me. And the worst part? I could see it in her eyes every time she stopped - that flash of satisfaction, like she was conducting an experiment and I was giving her exactly the data she wanted. How far could she push Yeji’s ‘secret boyfriend’ before he broke? Turns out: pretty fucking far. My balls felt like they were about to explode, swollen and aching, pressure building to catastrophic levels. My eyes widened in desperation, and whatever thin thread of self-control I’d been clinging to - the part that remembered Yeji, loyalty, consequences - snapped completely. I stopped being a person who made choices and became pure need.
I roughly grabbed her hips, my grip bruising, and started thrusting hard, surprising her. Her eyes went wide.
“Oh - fuck, okay, someone’s -” she gasped, but I was beyond words.
The bikini bottoms fell out of my mouth as I gasped, “Yuna - I can’t - I’m gonna -”
She felt it too, the moment my body gave up all pretense of control. In one fluid motion, she slipped beneath the water, her mouth enveloping my cock just as I exploded.
I came hard. Harder than I’d ever come in my life. It felt like my entire soul was being sucked out through my cock, rope after thick rope of cum shooting into her waiting mouth. I saw stars, actual fucking stars, my vision whiting out as my orgasm ripped through me. I was vaguely aware of my hands gripping the edge of the pool for balance, my legs shaking, my voice echoing across the villa in a guttural roar.
When she finally surfaced, she was an image of pure debauchery. Her hair was plastered to her face, her lips swollen and red, and she opened her mouth to show me the pool of my cum resting on her tongue. It was obscene, filthy, and the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She let it slowly drip from her mouth onto her chest, the white mixing with the water and trickling down between her tits, before she closed her mouth and swallowed, her throat bobbing as she took every drop.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, thoroughly impressed, aroused, and completely drained. “That was... fuck.”
The post-nut clarity hit like a freight train. What the fuck had I just done? I’d let Yuna - Yeji’s groupmate, her dongsaeng, someone who lived in the same villa - suck me off in broad daylight. And the worst part? I’d loved every second. That realization should have sent me running.
“I need to... I should probably go take that shower now.”
But Yuna wasn’t done. Not even close. She swam closer, her eyes dark with hunger, her body still trembling with pent-up need.
“Shower?” She laughed, low and dangerous. “We’re not even close to done, Minho.” Her hand found my cock again, already starting to stir despite having just exploded. “I didn’t cum yet. And I’m literally dying to have my brains fucked out.”
She pressed against me, her bare pussy rubbing against my thigh. “So no. You’re not going anywhere.”
I should have said no. Should have drawn a line, preserved whatever microscopic scrap of loyalty I had left. But her hand was already wrapped around my cock, and my body was already responding, and the truth I didn’t want to admit was that she was right. We weren’t done. Not even close. And I was going to let this happen. Again.
Chapter 4: The Tides That Turn
Consequences arrive wearing a Maknae’s face.
I tried to act like I’d had enough - like I was some kind of gentleman who knew when to walk away. But the truth? There was nothing I wanted more than to jam my cock into Yuna’s burning pussy and fuck her until we both passed out or the sun went down, whichever came first. Hell, maybe both would happen simultaneously. My body was already making that decision for me, my cock twitching back to life despite having just blown what felt like my entire genetic lineage into her mouth.
I started to push away from her, tried to muster some semblance of self-control, but my feral urges snapped me back like a rubber band. I lunged forward, roughly grabbing her by that perfect, tight ass, making her squeal in surprise as I lifted her naked body onto the edge of the pool. Water splashed everywhere, cascading over the tiles as I positioned her exactly where I wanted her.
Another line crossed. Another point of no return. At this rate, there wouldn’t be anything left to salvage when Yeji came back.
“Minho - wait, what are you -”
But she didn’t finish the sentence because she realized exactly what I was doing. I was eye level with her pussy, and for the first time, I got to really study it.
Yuna’s pussy was a work of art - completely different from Yeji’s. Where Yeji’s was a neat, bikini-trimmed mound with full, meaty lips that gripped like a vise, Yuna’s was bare, smooth as silk, with delicate, pale pink lips that were slightly swollen from arousal. Her inner lips were small and tucked in, a shy little slit that barely peeked out. But what really caught my attention was how wet she was - not just damp, but absolutely dripping, her arousal glistening on her thighs, mixing with the pool water. Her clit was a small, prominent pearl, already engorged and begging for attention.
She caught me staring and slowly, deliberately, widened her legs, an invitation and a challenge all at once.
“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice breathy. “I mean, you’re just... staring. Kind of creepy but also kind of hot?”
I didn’t answer. I just pressed my nose against her mound, inhaling her scent - clean, slightly sweet, with an underlying musk that made my mouth water. Then I dove in.
The first lick was exploratory, my tongue dragging slowly from her entrance to her clit, and the taste hit me like a drug. Yuna tasted different from Yeji too - less earthy, more delicate, almost honey-sweet with a hint of salt from the ocean. Her pussy was softer, more yielding, and as I licked deeper, I felt her walls flutter against my tongue.
Yeji had taught me well. Years of being her personal pussy-worshiper had turned me into a fucking expert. I started with broad, flat strokes, licking up every drop of her arousal, then focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue in quick, rhythmic bursts. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, and I grinned against her pussy.
I switched tactics, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling it gently between my lips while my fingers found her entrance. I slid two inside, curling them upward to find that spongy spot on her front wall, and when I hit it, Yuna screamed.
“Oh my god - fuck -” Her voice pitched high. “Minho - where did you -”
She couldn’t finish the thought because I was relentless. I added a third finger, stretching her open while my tongue traced figure-eights around her clit. I alternated between sucking, licking, and gentle nibbling, each technique pulling different sounds from her throat - gasps, moans, sharp inhales. Her pussy was clenching around my fingers, so wet that I could hear the obscene squelching sounds every time I thrust.
“Holy shit -” she gasped, her legs trembling. “I’ve literally never - ohh fuck - been eaten out this good before!” Her hand flew to my hair. “Like, where the fuck did you learn to do this? Did you watch tutorials or something? Because this is - ahh - insane!”
I didn’t answer. I was too busy finger-fucking her while my mouth worked her clit, and honestly, I was too proud of myself to stop and gloat. Some pathetic part of me needed to prove I was better than every Australian dancer, every LA producer, every backstage groupie she’d casually mentioned. Like winning this competition would somehow make the betrayal worth it. I felt like I was one-upping every guy she’d ever been with, and the thought made my cock rock-hard again, precum leaking into the pool.
Yuna’s screams echoed through the villa, bouncing off the walls. She threw her head back, one hand tangling in my hair and shoving my face harder against her mound, the other supporting her leaned-back torso on the paved stones. She was desperately trying to get my tongue deeper, her hips rocking against my face in frantic, unconscious thrusts.
“Oh god, oh fuck, oh -” She was babbling now, words spilling out between moans. “This is gonna trend on my body’s personal Twitter because I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum so hard -”
Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice.
“Holy shit - I’m literally - fuck, I can’t -” The words dissolved into a scream, as if it wasn’t already painfully obvious what was happening.
Her entire body tensed, her legs locking around my head, and then she shattered. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses, her back arching off the pool edge, her scream reaching a pitch that could probably shatter glass. And then she squirted - a gush of clear, warm fluid spraying across my face, drenching me as her orgasm ripped through her.
I kept going, riding out her climax, my tongue and fingers coaxing every last spasm from her trembling body. Her legs shook violently, her toes curled so hard they probably cramped, and her eyes rolled back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her stomach muscles contracted visibly, her small tits bouncing with each convulsion, and she let out these broken, breathless sobs that were somehow the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.
When it finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the stones, panting, her chest heaving, her entire body glistening with sweat and water. Her pussy was still twitching, aftershocks rolling through her.
“That’s -” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “That’s never happened before. The squirting thing. Like, never.” She propped herself up slightly, looking down at me with wide eyes. “I’ve seen it in porn but I thought it was fake? Or like, only certain girls can do it?” She laughed breathlessly. “What the fuck. Seriously, where did you learn that?”
I smirked, wiping her juices off my face with the back of my hand. “You’re not the only one with tricks.”
She stared at me, the infamous siren who could conquer any man, reduced to a quivering, breathless wreck. I felt the tides turning, a dominating urge surging through me. I grabbed her by the neck - not hard, but firm - and pulled her toward me, my mouth brushing against her neck. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. “That’s - oh, that’s my spot -”
“You like that?” I whispered against her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “Want to know my secret?”
“Yes -” she breathed, her hand moving between her legs, furiously rubbing her still-pulsating clit. “Tell me.”
“Yeji,” I murmured, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “She taught me everything. How to worship pussy like it’s a religion. How to make a woman scream my name.” I licked up her neck slowly. “Every trick, every technique - years of practice. All from her.”
And there it was - weaponizing the most intimate parts of my relationship with Yeji to make her dongsaeng cum harder. Using years of trust and vulnerability as foreplay. I’d officially hit rock bottom, and apparently rock bottom had a sub-basement.
Yuna moaned, her fingers working faster as she imagined it - me and Yeji, tangled together, her teaching me, training me. “Fuck, that’s -” Her breathing quickened. “That’s so hot. Unnie’s been keeping you as her personal - ahh - secret weapon this whole time.”
Her juices mixed with the puddle of water beneath her, and I could tell she was about to cum again just from the mental image and her own fingers.
But my moment of dominance didn’t last long. Yuna recovered faster than I expected, that confident, seductive grin returning to her face even as her legs still trembled.
Of course she did. Because that’s who Yuna was - the girl who could get facefucked into a squirting orgasm and be back in control sixty seconds later. I’d been an idiot to think I’d actually gained the upper hand. She’d just let me borrow it for a minute.
“Okay, okay,” she said, pushing me away gently, her voice still breathy but gaining strength. “Your mouth game is literally S-tier. Like, hall of fame level.” She bit her lip, eyeing my erection. “But I need to know what you can do with that big boy now.”
She slipped back into the water, turning her back to me, her perfect ass pressing against my rock-hard cock. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with hunger, that siren look creeping back.
“Come on, Minho,” she beckoned, arching her back and pushing her ass higher, the curve of her spine absolutely sinful. “Drive me crazy. Make me lose my mind. Show me why unnie keeps you locked down like limited edition merch.”
She reached back, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking slowly. “Prove to me why Yeji’s so obsessed with this cock that she won’t let anyone else near it.”
Her grip tightened slightly. “But like, don’t get cocky yet.” That wicked grin widened. “I’ve had a LOT of dick, oppa. All those industry boys, that one time with three guys from the company after MAMA - which was insane by the way.” She positioned my tip against her entrance, just barely touching. “You’ve got some serious competition. Better make it memorable.”
Chapter 5: The Siren’s Surrender
Poolside chaos. When want becomes need becomes ruin.
I positioned myself behind Yuna, my cock throbbing with desperate need as I pressed the tip against her entrance. The heat radiating from her pussy was intoxicating. I could feel her lips beginning to part around my head, yielding to the pressure -
But then she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock with a firm grip, and yanked it downward.
The sudden movement threw me completely off balance. I fell forward, my cock sliding along the outside of her pussy instead of inside, and my pelvis collided with her ass with a resounding CLAP that echoed across the terrace. Water flew everywhere, splashing against the pool tiles and her back.
“Nu-uh,” she said with a breathy laugh, looking back at me over her shoulder. That siren look was back in her eyes. “Not yet.”
“Yuna -” I groaned, trying to angle my hips, but her hand was still wrapped around my shaft, keeping me exactly where she wanted me - which was anywhere but inside her.
“You haven’t begged yet,” she said, arching her back even more, that playful edge in her voice. The curve of her spine was sinful, her ass pushing higher, presenting herself while simultaneously denying me. “Come on, oppa. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want -”
“Yeah, but I wanna HEAR it.” Her grip tightened, stroking once slowly. “Say you want to fuck me. That you want to shove this thick cock inside me.” Her grin widened. “Use your words.”
She squeezed for emphasis, making me hiss through my teeth.
“Because like... do you actually want this?” Her voice dropped, more intimate now. “Want to know what all those other guys felt?” A pause. “Because if you don’t say it, you’re literally gonna be the only one who didn’t get to fuck me. How sad would that be?”
It was psychological warfare, and she was winning. I pulled back, trying to angle my cock up, to slip past her defenses, but she adjusted her grip instantly, keeping me on the edge of madness. I wrapped one arm around her waist for leverage, my other hand cupping her breast, squeezing hard, trying to distract her or overpower her coordination.
She just moaned, arching even more. “Mmm, that’s nice. But you’re still not inside me.”
“Come on, Minho.” Her free hand found mine on her breast, guiding me to pinch her nipple. “Just admit it. You’ve thought about this, right? About me?”
I tried to thrust forward. She adjusted her angle, my cock sliding along her lips but not in.
“All those times you watched our performances,” she continued, slightly breathless now from her own teasing. “Did you ever imagine this? Me bent over for you?”
“Yuna - fuck -”
“What about when you were with unnie?” Her voice got quieter, more dangerous. “Did you ever close your eyes and think about me instead? When you came inside her, did you ever picture my face?”
The mention of Yeji hit like cold water, but it mixed with the building desperation in my body. The image she was painting - forbidden, wrong, and exactly what some dark part of me had fantasized about.
“Yes!” The word exploded out of me, echoing across the villa. “Yes, okay? I’ve thought about you!” My hips bucked involuntarily. “Every time I saw you on stage, every time you walked around in those shorts that showed everything - I wanted you! I wanted to fuck you! Now please -”
The moment I said it, her hand released my cock.
I lunged forward and speared into her pussy with the force of a man possessed, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. It felt like I could split mountains with that momentum.
“FUCK!” Yuna screamed, her voice cracking, breaking on the word as I filled her completely.
Her pussy was different from Yeji’s - where Yeji was a calculated vice grip that squeezed every inch with almost intimidating precision, Yuna was softer, wetter, more yielding but still incredibly tight. Her walls fluttered around me, adjusting to my size, and the heat was overwhelming. She was slick with arousal, making every movement smooth and effortless, but the sensation was no less intense. If Yeji’s pussy was a weapon designed to dominate, Yuna’s was a sensual trap, designed to lure you in and never let go.
I pulled back slowly, feeling every ridge and fold, then slammed back in. Yuna gasped, her back arching further. I established a relentless rhythm, my hips pistoning as I fucked her standing doggy-style in the pool. Water sloshed around us with each thrust, splashing over the edge, the sound mixing with skin slapping against skin and Yuna’s increasingly desperate moans.
The sun had shifted higher now, turning the terrace into an oven. Sweat mixed with pool water, making our bodies slide together with each thrust. The smell of chlorine and sex hung heavy in the air.
“Oh god -” she gasped, her hands gripping the pool edge for stability. “Yes - fuck - just like that -”
I grabbed her hips harder, pulling her back to meet my thrusts. Each impact sent ripples through her ass, the perfect bounce that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.
“Harder -” she breathed, then louder: “Harder!”
I obliged, increasing the force, the pace. The pool water churned around us.
“Oh my god -” She was talking between moans now, her voice high and broken. “I can’t - this is -” A sharp gasp as I hit something deep. “Okay the last time I got fucked this good was - ahh - Sydney maybe? That dancer?”
She tried to look back at me, her face flushed. “But like - fuck - he wasn’t this big - you’re literally - ahh - ruining me for everyone else -”
“Fuck’s sake, Yuna,” I grunted, the question coming out more aggressive than I intended. “How many guys have you fucked?”
“I - oh god -” She tried to think, but I didn’t slow down. “Like - ahh - ninety? Maybe a hundred?” Her voice pitched higher as I hit a particularly deep angle. “I literally stopped counting after North America because it got too complicated -”
“A hundred?” Something primal surged in me. I slammed into her harder, making her yelp. “And I’m better than all of them?”
“Yes -” It came out as a whimper. “Fuck yes - you’re - oh my god - you’re so much better - you’re ruining me -”
She was trying to sound confident, trying to maintain that seductress persona, but every word was broken by gasps and moans. Her body was betraying her, submitting to me in a way I could tell she wasn’t used to.
I fucked her for what felt like an eternity, my stamina somehow holding despite this being my fifth round of the day. The angle was perfect, letting me go deep, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and her voice break into these high, desperate sounds.
Finally, she reached back, her hand finding my hip, stopping me mid-thrust.
“Wait -” she panted, her whole body heaving. “I need - change positions -”
She pushed forward, and my cock slipped out of her pussy with an obscene pop. A large bubble of trapped air followed, surfacing with a wet burst that would’ve been funny if we weren’t both so far gone. Our mixed fluids leaked into the pool, cloudy ribbons swirling in the clear water.
Yuna pulled herself out of the pool, water streaming off her lithe body, cascading down those impossibly long legs. Chlorine and sex hung thick in the air. She climbed onto the lounge chair with feline grace, then laid back, her legs spreading wide in invitation.
She looked like a goddess sprawled on that lounge chair - tan skin glistening, legs spread wide, chest heaving. The contrast of her delicate features and the absolute debauchery of her expression was intoxicating.
I got another perfect view of her pussy - swollen, pink, gaping slightly from my fucking. Her lips were puffy, glistening with arousal, and below it, her tight, puckered asshole remained untouched, a forbidden promise for another time.
“Come here,” she breathed, one hand trailing down her stomach to spread herself open for me. “I want to feel you deeper.”
I followed her like a man possessed, water dripping from my body as I positioned myself over her. I squatted down, angling my cock - thoroughly coated with her juices - toward her entrance.
Before I could thrust, her impossibly long legs wrapped around my hips and pulled, forcing me inside in one slick, smooth motion. She gasped, her eyes going wide, and I groaned as the new angle let me sink even deeper than before.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “That’s - you’re so deep -”
I didn’t waste time. I started moving, building back to that punishing rhythm, and Yuna’s hands flew to my shoulders, pulling me down. Her lips found mine in a deep, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans muffled as I fucked her with everything I had.
Her legs squeezed around my torso, her heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper with each thrust. The lounge chair creaked beneath us, protesting the abuse.
“Mmph -” she gasped against my lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “Yes - fuck - yes -”
Her hand slipped between our bodies, fingers finding her clit and rubbing frantically. The added stimulation made her pussy clench around me, fluttering, and I groaned.
I grabbed her waist with both hands, my grip tight enough to leave marks. The sensation drove her wild. Her entire body arched off the chair like she was possessed, her small tits pressing against my chest, her nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.
“Don’t stop -” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop - I’m so close -”
I could feel my own orgasm building, slow but inevitable. The fifth of the day, and somehow still powerful, that heat coiling in my balls. I broke the kiss, gasping, “Yuna - I’m - I’m gonna -”
“Wait!” Her eyes flew open, wide and commanding. She pushed against my chest with surprising strength, forcing me to pull back.
I stumbled, my cock slipping out, slick and throbbing and angry at being denied. I stared at her in confusion, chest heaving.
She sat up, a wicked grin spreading across her flushed face. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from kissing, her whole body glistening with sweat and pool water.
“Okay - my turn,” she breathed, voice rough with arousal. “You earned it.” She was already moving, that wicked grin spreading. “Let me - fuck - let me show you why guys literally can’t shut up about this.”
Chapter 6: The Siren’s Satisfaction
Marathon riding. Exhaustion wearing the face of desire.
I collapsed back onto the lounge chair, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming from exhaustion. Five orgasms. I’d already blown five loads today, and somehow this insatiable siren wanted more.
Yuna stood over me, water still dripping from her hair, that wicked grin on her face. She looked like a goddess backlit by the afternoon sun - all long legs and wet skin, her small tits perfect and perky, her pussy still glistening and swollen from the pounding I’d just given her.
“Your turn to just lay there,” she purred, climbing onto the chair. “I wanna feel you from this angle.”
As she turned around to straddle me reverse cowgirl, I took the opportunity to cheekily slap her ass. The sound echoed across the terrace, a sharp crack that seemed to hang in the humid air, and her ass jiggled from the impact in a way that was absolutely mesmerizing.
It was plumper than Yeji’s, I couldn’t help but notice. Where Yeji was an athletic freak of nature - her body sculpted from marble and countless hours of dance practice, abs that could grate cheese and an ass that was pure, toned muscle like a weapon forged in a gym - Yuna was slimmer overall but blessed with godly hips and an ass that had just enough give to be perfect. Perfect for grabbing, perfect for slapping, perfect for watching bounce.
“What?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder with a coy smile as she positioned herself over my lap. Her hair fell across one eye, still dripping with pool water.
“Your ass,” I said, not even trying to hide my appreciation. My hands found her hips automatically. “I’m obsessed with it. The way it bounces, the way it feels...” I squeezed for emphasis. “I could watch it all day.”
She bit her lip, feigning shyness but clearly pleased. “You’re not the first guy to say that while fucking me, you know.” Then her expression shifted to that wicked grin. “But you’re probably the fastest I’ve ever let inside me. Like, most guys have to work for it. Wine and dine, or at least buy me coffee.” She glanced back at my cock, still hard despite everything. “You should be proud. Badge of honor or whatever.”
As she spoke, she reached down between her legs, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. Without missing a beat in her monologue, she guided me to her entrance and sank down in one smooth, practiced motion. Her pussy swallowed me whole, still slick and hot from our previous round.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the chair. My hands gripped her waist tighter.
She moaned softly - just a little hum of satisfaction - and started rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, getting comfortable, adjusting to the angle.
Then she glanced back at me, that teasing smirk playing on her lips.
“No wonder Yeji was screaming like that earlier,” she said breathlessly, already starting to move. There was something in her voice - a mix of jealousy and satisfaction, like she’d just confirmed a suspicion she’d been harboring. “You really know how to wreck a pussy.”
Before I could respond, she started riding in earnest. Her hair dripped water onto my chest, cold droplets contrasting with the heat of our bodies. Her hair dripped water onto my chest, cold droplets contrasting with the heat of our bodies. From this angle, I had a perfect view - her spine curving down to that perfect ass bouncing on my lap, water droplets catching sunlight on her skin. The wet skin-on-skin contact made every movement slicker, smoother, but somehow more intense.
The wet skin-on-skin contact made every movement slicker, smoother, but somehow more intense. Each time she rolled her hips, there was this slick, obscene sound, and I could feel every ridge and fold of her pussy as she moved.
“So,” she started, lifting herself up and dropping back down, establishing a rhythm. “I don’t usually fuck idols. Like Yeji does.”
“No?” I managed, my voice strained. She was moving faster now, really bouncing, and it was torture.
“Nah.” She bounced harder, her ass slapping against my thighs. “Male idols are so full of themselves. They think they’re God’s gift just because they have fangirls screaming their names.” She rolled her hips in a particularly devastating way. “But most of them? Terrible in bed. Like, genuinely bad.”
“How - how would you know?” I gasped as she picked up speed.
“Because I tried! Obviously.” She laughed breathlessly. “But nobody tells them they suck because they’re idols, you know? Too precious. So they just keep thinking they’re amazing when really they just -” She demonstrated with a few rough, graceless bounces. “ - pump away like that with zero technique.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, even through the pleasure. “So what, you - ah, fuck - you avoid them?”
“I hunt better prey.” She leaned back, changing the angle so I hit deeper, and we both groaned. “Guys who actually get how lucky they are, you know? Staff members, backup dancers, random hot guys I meet at clubs.” She was riding me harder now, really moving. “Because those guys? They actually try to make it good. They worship you like you’re doing them a favor.”
Her words were punctuated by moans and gasps as she rode me, her small tits bouncing with each movement. Water droplets flew from her hair, catching the sunlight.
My hands slid from her waist to her ass, grabbing, squeezing, trying to guide her movements but mostly just holding on. “You’re really good at this,” I groaned without thinking.
“At what?” She grinned down at me, knowing exactly what I meant.
“Yeah?” Her grin widened, something competitive flashing in her eyes. “You should feel lucky then. Most guys don’t get this far.” She bounced harder, as if to prove her point. “Actually, the last guy who got me this worked up was - mmm - Tuesday night? Wednesday morning? Right after our comeback stage.”
“Yeah?” I groaned.
“Yeah. He was cute. Quiet type.” She adjusted her angle, taking me deeper, and we both gasped. “Got him alone in one of the tech rooms and just - fuck - he went down on me for SO long. Like, I actually had to check my phone at one point to see if we had enough time before load-out.”
“Dedicated,” I managed.
“Right?” She was bouncing faster now, really riding me, chasing something. “Super eager. But his dick was like -” She made a so-so gesture with her hand while still moving. “Average? Maybe slightly above? Nothing like this.” She emphasized her point by dropping down hard, taking me to the hilt, and I groaned.
My orgasm was building rapidly. “Despite five previous loads, despite my wrecked body, despite my body being absolutely wrecked, she was riding me like it was a competition and she was determined to win. The way her pussy squeezed me, the visual of her ass bouncing, the sound of her voice mixing dirty stories with casual conversation - it was too much.
“Yuna -” I warned, my fingers digging into her hips. “I’m gonna -”
But she either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. She just kept riding, kept talking, her rhythm never breaking.
“Oh, and that dancer in LA -” She was breathless now, words coming out between gasps. “During our US leg - he had stamina but zero rhythm. Just - ahh - kept going and going but it was like - mmm - like fucking a metronome -”
I couldn’t hold back. My sixth orgasm of the day exploded out of me with a force that shocked even me. I bucked up involuntarily, burying myself as deep as possible as I pumped what felt like an impossible amount of cum deep into her pussy. I could feel it squirting out around my cock, our bodies too tightly pressed for it all to stay inside.
“Fuck!” I roared, every muscle in my body tensing, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
But Yuna just pressed a hand firmly against my chest, forcing me back down into the chair, and kept riding. She didn’t even pause. Didn’t even acknowledge it.
“ - and I literally had to fake it because he wasn’t getting me there -” she continued, as if I hadn’t just filled her with cum. “Which was so annoying because I was SO close but he just - ugh -”
The overstimulation was immediate and intense. My cock was hypersensitive, every movement of her pussy sending shockwaves through my body that bordered on painful. But she didn’t stop. She kept riding, kept talking, her rhythm never faltering even as my cum leaked out of her with each bounce.
“Then there was this producer guy - older, whatever -” She rolled her eyes even as she moved. “Came in like two minutes and acted like he did something impressive. Men are so -”
Her words cut off as she glanced down, finally noticing the absolute mess between us - cum coating both our thighs, dripping onto the chair, leaking out of her with each movement.
She looked back up at me, still riding, and asked almost conversationally, “Wait. Did you cum inside me?”
“Yes -” I gasped. “Yuna - please - I can’t -”
“Oh.” She said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She processed this for a moment, still moving. Then shrugged. “Well, I’m not done yet, so...”
Then her talking shifted focus, and somehow this was worse.
“Unnie must really love this cock,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing edge as she rode me. “I bet she rode you just like this morning, huh? Did she bounce on it like this?” She demonstrated with a particularly hard drop that made me groan in agony-pleasure. “Did she take it this deep?”
“Yuna -”
“I bet her pussy isn’t as wet as mine though.” She was getting breathless now, chasing her own orgasm. “I bet she doesn’t get this sloppy. Wait, does she?”
All I could do was hold onto her waist for dear life, my fingers probably leaving bruises, as she used my oversensitive cock to get herself off. Her movements became more erratic, more desperate, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck -” she whimpered. “Fuck, I’m - I’m gonna -”
And then she came. Hard.
Her entire body went rigid, her back arching like a bow, her pussy clamping down on my abused cock with industrial-grade suction - the kind Yeji bragged her Dyson had. She screamed - actually screamed -”Fuck - yes - Minho!” - her voice echoing off the villa walls.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Her walls spasmed around me in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking violently, her hands clawing at my chest hard enough to leave marks. Wave after wave crashed through her, her whole body trembling, and I watched in awe as this confident, cocky siren completely fell apart on top of me.
Spoiled brat always gets what she wants, I thought to myself.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she eased up. Her movements slowed to a gentle rock, then a stop. We were both panting, covered in sweat and pool water and cum. She lifted herself slowly, carefully, and my cock slipped out with a wet, obscene squelch.
We both looked down at the aftermath. My cock was glistening with our mixed fluids, still twitching slightly. Her pussy was absolutely wrecked - swollen, red, gaping slightly - with thick ropes of my cum leaking out and dripping onto my stomach in heavy globs.
Impulsively, without thinking, I reached down. I dipped my fingers into the cream pooling at her entrance, gathering some on my fingertips, and brought them to her lips.
She locked eyes with me - those dark, intense eyes - and slowly, sensually, licked my fingers clean. Her tongue swirled around each digit, lapping up every drop of our combined fluids while maintaining that intense eye contact.
In that moment, something passed between us. Not love - we weren’t delusional - but something. A deep, unspoken understanding. A connection forged through the most intense, raw, animalistic fucking either of us had experienced in a long time. We were both naked, breathless, absolutely destroyed, covered in each other’s fluids, and for a brief moment, time stood still.
The world was quiet except for our breathing.
And then we heard it.
The villa door banging open. Then slamming shut.
“YO!” Ryujin’s voice boomed through the house, loud and unmistakable, echoing off the walls. “ANYONE HOME?”
Yuna and I froze instantly.
Our eyes locked, going wide with panic. We were still in the exact same position - her straddling me on the lounge chair, cum leaking from her pussy, my hands on her hips, both of us completely naked and covered in evidence.
The exact same position I’d found her in when I first caught her masturbating on this very chair.
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Author’s Note
That wraps the Yuna and Minho pool scene!
Fun fact: the original plan was to stop the whole story right here. This was just going to be a standalone smut one-shot (sun, chlorine, and reckless horniness). In fact, this stretch of the story was originally concieved as private gooning material without an actual plot in mind. Yuna gets her victory lap, Minho survives six rounds, the lounge chair barely holds together, and we fade to black.
But then I had this intrusive thought:
"Okay... but what if they got caught?"
Everything kind of spiraled out of control from there. Because if anyone was going to walk in at the absolute worst possible moment - kicking the door open and yelling "YO!" with zero shame - it had to be Ryujin, right? The whole vibe changes once she shows up, because the jealousy and the actual group dynamics suddenly matter, and Minho stops being just a convenient POV camera and turns into an actual guy trapped in the middle of their mess. A notoriously bratty dom just barged in, meaning Yuna isn't the only threat on the terrace anymore.
The rest of the saga basically grew wildly out of this one interruption. The rivalries, the feelings hiding under all the smut, the weirdly specific histories each girl gets - it all starts right here just because Ryujin couldn't be assed to knock.
So if this feels like a natural ending point, it technically is (or was). But it's also where the actual plot starts.
Thanks for surviving Yuna's first act of terrorism - I hope you enjoyed the unhinged, chlorine-soaked mess!
Now Ryujin is in the house, and everything is about to get so much worse.
Word Count: 27,121
Yeji x Male Reader (OC Character)
I left the spa with my shoulders loose, my pride damaged, my appetite awake, and the terrible realization that rest might actually work if conducted under hostile circumstances.
The resort had already shifted into afternoon by the time I reached the beach.
Lunch had migrated toward the wide stretch of sand near the shaded cabanas. Staff had set up low tables, coolers, towels, umbrellas, and enough food to make the whole thing look harmless from a distance.
It was not harmless. Nothing involving thirteen idols in swimsuits could legally be considered harmless.
Eight from TWICE. Five from ITZY. Thirteen.
It would have been fourteen if Sana had not taken John and disappeared into her own private world. Which meant my best buddy was currently missing what was possibly the most dangerous visual event in recorded vacation history.
Tragic. For him. Potentially— definitely fatal for my cardiovascular system.
I stopped at the edge of the path with two food bags in hand and understood, immediately, that my massage had not prepared me for this. No human resources department in the world would approve this configuration. Not under wellness. Not under senior-junior bonding. Not under emotional recovery. Not even if every person involved signed a waiver and agreed to pretend swimwear did not have consequences.
TWICE and ITZY had taken over the beach like a summer pictorial had escaped supervision and developed group dynamics.
Jihyo stood near the cabanas in navy, athletic and clean-lined, the kind of swimsuit that made her look ready to command a pool, a stage, or an emergency evacuation. The loose white shirt over it did not soften the effect. It gave leadership a resort setting.
Nayeon wore pink. Because of course she did. Bright, playful, unfair pink, with a cover-up that looked innocent only if someone had never met Im Nayeon in their life.
Jeongyeon had swim shorts and a fitted sleeveless top, practical enough to pretend she was above the nonsense and sharp enough to prove she was not.
Momo was in black with a tied sarong at her hips, relaxed and lethal in the specific way Momo became when she had eaten well, slept well, and decided the world did not deserve her full effort.
Mina wore white. Naturally. A clean one-piece beneath a pale linen robe, calm and expensive-looking enough that the ocean probably lowered its volume around her.
Dahyun had gone bright and retro, cheerful enough to look harmless until her smile reminded everyone that she did not need props to become dangerous.
Chaeyoung looked like she had turned swimwear into an art decision. Patterned, mismatched, deliberate, somehow working because she had the face of someone who would argue with reality and win.
Tzuyu was in green, simple and graceful, looking like the final frame of a resort advertisement where everyone else had been removed for being too loud.
Then there was ITZY.
Lia wore soft cream over muted green, understated and pretty in a way that made quiet look expensive.
Chaeryeong had a lavender wrap skirt over her swimsuit, light fabric moving with the breeze, delicate enough to look shy until her posture reminded me she had spent yesterday telling me no with frightening accuracy.
Yuna looked like summer had been created, reviewed, and approved by her personally. Bright blue, white accents. Too tall. Too pretty. Fully aware.
Ryujin was in black. Obviously. Sporty enough to pretend it was practical. Sharp enough that the lie did not matter. She sat with sunglasses on, drink in hand, not looking at me with the exact precision of someone trying very hard not to look guilty.
And Yeji— Yeji was near the waterline. Black swimsuit. Sheer cover-up slipping off one shoulder. Hair tied loosely back, skin catching the sun, legs bare, face turned toward the water like she did not know she had just made the entire beach rearrange itself around her.
My brain stopped. Completely. Not figuratively. I had no thought. Only evidence. Thirteen idols, bathed in sunlight. In swimwear that would constitute a PR apocalypse if the public saw.
Apparently, vacation was a full visual assault carried out under the false legal category of lunch.
Nayeon noticed me first, standing like an idiot whose brain just announced it went on sabbatical that very moment. Her smile sharpened before I had even finished spiritually buffering “Oh.”
I blinked. That was all I managed. A blink.
Nayeon leaned forward from her seat, delighted “He stopped walking.”
Dahyun turned “He did?”
“He did,” Nayeon said proudly, like she had personally discovered a new species of weakness. Mina looked over her glass “His processing speed appears reduced.”
“That is not fair,” I said. It was very fair.
Jihyo crossed her arms, the corner of her mouth already fighting a smile “Ben.”
“Yes?”
“Breathe.”
“I am breathing.”
“You are holding lunch like it is the only thing tethering you to civilization.”
I looked down. The food bags were, in fact, being held with excessive moral commitment. Jeongyeon tilted her head “It is rude to stare at your best buddy’s girlfriends.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Then looked at her “That sentence has several complicated legal and emotional structures inside it.”
“And yet you understood it.”
“Unfortunately.”
Nayeon lifted a hand “In his defense, this is unprecedented.”
Jihyo sighed, but she was smiling now too “We are not blaming you.”
“That definitely sounds like the sentence before I start getting blamed.”
“No,” Jihyo said “Honestly. I do not think anyone has seen this many of us like this at once outside of styling rooms, security-controlled shoots, and in a situation like this that HR spends years trying to avoid.”
Mina nodded once “Controlled exposure is different from group impact.”
I stared at her “Why does that sound like a risk assessment?”
“Because it is.”
Chaeyoung tilted her head, studying me like she was looking at a sketch she had not decided whether to finish “You look like someone got hit by color theory and consequences.”
“That is uncomfortably accurate.” I pointed out.
Dahyun smiled brightly “Should we feel bad?”
“For Ben?” Jeongyeon asked.
“No,” Nayeon said immediately “For John.”
The beach went quiet for half a second. Then everyone understood. Momo looked around the group. Then nodded seriously “Poor John.” Tzuyu took a piece of fruit “He would have tried very hard not to look.” Mina’s mouth curved faintly “And failed politely.” Jihyo covered her mouth “He would apologize to everyone individually.” Nayeon pointed at her “Exactly. He is missing character development.”
I looked toward the resort path like John might somehow sense betrayal through the air “My best buddy is currently alone with Sana. I think he is fine.” Jeongyeon smiled “Still rude.”
“I was not staring at his girlfriends.”
Everyone looked at me. I reconsidered “I was visually overwhelmed by a hostile environment.” Chaeyoung nodded “That is better.”
“Thank you.”
“Still guilty.”
“Less thank you.”
Nayeon leaned back, clearly enjoying herself “You know, Ben, if you are going to freeze like that, at least make it flattering.”
“I was holding lunch.”
“You can hold lunch and compliment us.”
“That feels dangerous.”
“It is.”
Jihyo’s brows lifted “You are inviting this?”
Nayeon smiled “Absolutely.”
Jeongyeon looked at me “You may proceed to complement with caution.”
“That sounds like a trap.”
“It is.”
Momo looked up from a fruit plate “Do I look good?”
The entire beach went quiet in a different way. Because Momo asked it plainly. Not fishing. Not performing. Just Momo, looking at me with her head slightly tilted, waiting for an honest answer. I swallowed once “Yes.”
Momo nodded “Good.”
Then she went back to eating. That was somehow worse than if she had flirted. Jihyo smiled “Careful. Momo takes direct answers seriously.”
“I noticed.”
Dahyun rested her chin in her palm “And me?” I looked at her bright retro swimsuit “You look like trouble discovered sunscreen.” Dahyun’s smile widened “Acceptable.”
Chaeyoung lifted a brow “And me?” I looked at her properly “You look like someone took three ideas that should not work together and made them surrender.” Chaeyoung blinked and then smiled “That was actually good.”
“I am occasionally useful.”
“You are more useful when you stop trying to sound useful.”
“That feels like a deeper insult.”
“It was a compliment with teeth.”
“Accepted.”
Tzuyu looked at me next. Not asking. Just looking. Which was worse, because Tzuyu could turn silence into expectation better than most people could manage with legal documents. “You look elegant, Tzuyu.” I said “Like the beach was told to behave for your arrival.”
Tzuyu considered that. Then nodded “Good recovery.”
I placed a hand over my chest “Thank you.”
Mina’s gaze shifted toward me. Calm. Patient. Terrible. I looked at her white swimsuit and linen robe “You look expensive enough to make the resort nervous.” Mina blinked. Then smiled into her glass “Accurate.”
Jihyo shook her head “He knows how to survive.”
“Barely,” Jeongyeon said.
Jihyo looked at me expectantly. I looked back. Then realized the leader had not yet received her compliment. Dangerous oversight “You look like authority went on vacation and still made everyone stand straighter.” Jihyo stared at me. Nayeon clapped once “Oh, that one was good.” Jihyo looked away, smiling despite herself “Acceptable.”
“That’s high praise.” I told Jihyo.
“Low-medium praise.”
“I accept low-medium leadership praise.”
Jeongyeon pointed at herself lazily “What about me?” I had to pause for a bit for effect, “You look like practicality became unfairly attractive and then pretended it was just being sensible.” Jeongyeon blinked. Then smiled “That is also acceptable.”
“Excellent. I am alive.”
“For now,” Mina said quietly.
Then Yeji appeared in front of me.
She did not pinch me. Not yet. That would have been too simple. She only stepped into my line of sight and made the entire problem worse. Very close. Very amused. Very dangerous “You complimented everyone before me.”
I froze.
The beach went silent. Not because she sounded angry. She did not. That was the problem. She sounded entertained. Playfully wounded. Possessive in the exact way that made my self-preservation instincts forget the emergency exits “I was under social attack.”
“You were under visual attack.”
“Also true.”
“And your first instinct was not to look at your girlfriend?”
I looked at her. Then at her swimsuit. Then back at her “I was avoiding a public incident.” Her eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth moved “What incident?”
I stepped closer. She stayed there, the brave woman that she is, “If I had looked at you first and only at you,” I said, voice low enough to be intimate and loud enough to be a problem “this beach day would not last five minutes.”
Yeji’s face went pink. Immediately. Behind her, Nayeon inhaled like she had just smelled blood in the water. I continued, because apparently rest had made me reckless.
“I would thank everyone for the food, apologize to Jihyo for the schedule damage, pick you up, carry you back to the room, and spend the rest of the afternoon reminding you exactly why black was a dangerous choice.”
The beach exploded. Yuna screamed into her hands. Ryujin removed her sunglasses. Lia turned her face away, smiling despite herself. Chaeryeong looked directly into her cup like tea might save her from hearing.
Nayeon pointed at me “That was not a joke.”
“It was joke-adjacent.”
Jeongyeon crossed her arms “That was a threat with romance.”
Mina took a sip “Efficient.”
Jihyo looked at Yeji “Do you need leadership assistance?” Yeji’s face was fully red now “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Also no.”
That almost killed me. I shifted the food bags into one hand, leaned down, and caught Yeji around the waist. Her eyes widened “Benjie—” Too late. I lifted her. Not high enough to be dramatic. High enough for her feet to leave the sand. High enough for the beach to react. Which it did. Loudly.
Yeji grabbed my shoulders on instinct. I kissed her cheek once. Then the other. Then her forehead. Then the side of her nose because she tried to turn away and I was committed.
“Ben.”
“One second.”
“That is already more than one.”
I kissed the corner of her mouth. The beach lost structural integrity. Momo clapped once “That was good.” Nayeon screamed “That is how you recover.”
Yuna looked like she had just witnessed a new category of boyfriend. Ryujin muttered, “Disgusting.” Lia smiled into her drink “Someone’s jealous.” Ryujin pointed at her “Careful.”
Yeji, still in my arms, covered her face with one hand “Put me down.”
“Treat economy,” I said.
Her fingers parted “What?”
“Treat economy. I am making a formal deposit.”
Her eyes narrowed “You cannot use treat economy to justify public embarrassment.”
“I am not justifying public embarrassment. I am investing in behavioral compliance.”
Jihyo looked toward Mina “Does that make sense?”
Mina tilted her head “Emotionally it does, unfortunately.”
Yeji stared at me “You are not earning enough treat credit to drag me back to the room.”
“Understood.”
“Not even five minutes.”
“Clarified.”
“And if you keep saying things like that in front of everyone, I am suspending treat economy for the rest of the day.”
I immediately set her down. Gently. Safely. With respect for policy. The beach noticed. Of course it did. Dahyun smiled “Treat economy has enforcement value.”
“Please do not encourage the system,” Jihyo said.
“It already exists,” Mina said.
Jihyo looked at her. Mina blinked “What?”
Yeji adjusted her cover-up with the very fake dignity of a woman who had just been kissed into several shades of red. Then she pinched my side. There it was “Ow.”
She smiled sweetly “Good boyfriend.”
“I was behaving.”
“You were escalating.”
“I was romantically escalating.”
“That is still escalating.”
“Low-medium escalation.”
“Benjie.”
“Yes, love.”
The word softened her for half a second. Only half. But I saw it. So did most of the beach. Unfortunately. Nayeon sighed dramatically “This is unfair.”
“To whom?” I asked.
“To everyone watching.”
Jeongyeon nodded “Mostly to John.”
Tzuyu looked toward the path “He is missing a lot.”
“Stop pitying my best buddy,” I said.
“He would pity himself,” Mina said quietly.
That was probably true. I finally lifted the food bags again “I brought lunch.” Jihyo’s eyes moved to them “Good. Before this becomes worse.”
“It already became worse,” Lia said.
“Then before it becomes official.”
I walked toward the low table, and that was when Yuna appeared in front of me with a smile bright enough to require suspicion “Manager-nim.”
“No.”
“You do not know what I am asking.”
“I know the category.”
She placed both hands behind her back. Then tilted her head “Do I look good too?”
That one was unfair. Not because Yuna needed reassurance. She knew she looked good. Of course she knew. But sometimes Yuna asked questions like she was joking because sincerity still felt too easy to drop. I looked at her properly.
Bright blue. White accents. Smile sharpened by chaos. Eyes waiting a little too closely “You look like summer was irresponsible when it made you.”
Her smile stopped being performance for one second. Then came back worse “Good answer.” I lifted one hand and patted her head. Once. Gentle “You are not allowed to weaponize it.”
She froze. Then slowly turned toward Yeji “Unnie.”
Yeji sighed “No.”
“But he complimented me and gave me a head pat.”
“I saw.”
“I feel emotionally undercompensated.”
“That is not a category.”
“It is now.”
Before anyone could stop her, Yuna stepped forward and kissed my cheek. Quick. Bright. Respectfully chaotic. Then she skipped backward like she had committed a misdemeanor and enjoyed the sentence.
The beach erupted again.
Yeji stared at her, Yuna lifted both hands “Respectfully.”
Ryujin pointed at her “That was not respectful. That was tactical.”
Yuna smiled “Respectful tactics.”
Lia covered her mouth, but she was laughing. Chaeryeong looked horrified and impressed. I stood there with food bags and no legal defense. Yeji looked at me. I lifted both hands “She moved faster than policy.”
“She learned from Ryujin,” Lia said.
Ryujin looked proud “I did not train her.”
“You spiritually did,” Chaeryeong murmured.
Ryujin turned toward her “Et tu?”
Chaeryeong blinked. Then smiled. Small. Pleased with herself. That smile mattered. So I looked at her. Really looked.
Lavender wrap skirt. Quiet posture. Braver than she had been when this retreat started, but still surprised every time someone noticed “You look beautiful too, Chaeryeong.”
She stopped smiling. Immediately. Not because she disliked it. Because she believed compliments were safer when they were given to other people.
I softened my voice.
“The lavender suits you. And the way you’re standing there like you belong at the center of the beach, even if you’re pretending you don’t.”
The table quieted. Chaeryeong’s fingers tightened around her cup. Lia looked at her. Momo looked at her too. Chaeryeong lowered her eyes. Then, quietly “Thank you, oppa.”
Momo nodded once “Pretty.”
Chaeryeong turned pink. That was enough. More would have made her run. So I shifted my attention to Lia. She noticed immediately “No,” Lia said.
“I have not said anything.”
“You are about to become sincere.”
“That sounds like an accusation.”
“It is a warning.”
I looked at her soft cream cover-up and muted green swimsuit, at the way she sat near Yuna but not hidden behind her anymore, at the calm that still looked careful but no longer looked like distance.
“You look peaceful.” Lia blinked. The beach softened again. I continued, quieter now “And it is nice seeing you look like that.”
Lia looked down into her drink. For a second, the joke left her face. Then she smiled. Small. Real “Thank you.”
Yuna leaned against her shoulder immediately “She does look peaceful.”
Lia sighed “You are heavy.”
“You love me.”
“I tolerate gravity.”
Yuna grinned. Good, that kept the softness from becoming too much.
Then Ryujin stood up towards me. Black swimsuit. Sunglasses. Drink. Trouble pretending to be casual “So.”
“No,” I said.
“You do not know what I am asking.”
“I absolutely know the category.”
Ryujin lifted her chin “You gave compliments.”
“You received enough attention earlier.”
The beach went silent. Too silent. Ryujin’s mouth curved slowly. Dangerous. Lia closed her eyes. Yuna’s eyes widened. Chaeryeong looked into her cup again. Yeji turned toward me with one eyebrow raised.
I lifted one finger “Clarification.”
“Please do,” Jihyo said dryly.
“I mean Ryujin has already done enough today.”
Ryujin smiled “Have I?”
“Yes.”
“Then I earned something.”
“You earned consequences.”
“I prefer compliments.”
I looked at her. She waited. Not cute. Not soft. Ryujin did not want to be called beautiful in that moment. She wanted the word that felt like a dare. So I gave it to her.
“You look hot.”
Her smile changed. Immediate. Sharp. Satisfied in a way cute never would have earned “There it is.”
Yeji looked at me. I looked back “That was the correct category.” Ryujin nodded “It was.”
Mina sipped her water “Accurate labeling.”
Jihyo sighed “I am surrounded by dangerous people with vocabulary.”
Nayeon leaned toward Jeongyeon “He has become very good at not dying.”
Jeongyeon looked at me “For now.”
I turned back to Yeji immediately. Wise. Necessary. Survival “And you,” I said. Yeji’s eyes narrowed “I already got mine.”
“No. You received emergency appreciation.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It was real, but incomplete.”
The table reacted before I even moved. Nayeon sat up. Yuna covered her mouth. Ryujin muttered, “Here we go.” I stepped closer to Yeji. Not lifting her this time. Not causing a larger incident. Mostly.
I touched the edge of her cover-up where it slipped off her shoulder, fixing it just enough to make it worse. Her breath caught. Very softly. I smiled “You look like home came to the beach and decided to be unfair.”
The noise around us lowered. Not disappeared. Just softened. Yeji looked at me. This time she did not tell me to stop. So I continued “You look like if I were a better man, I would sit beside you politely all afternoon.”
Her mouth curved faintly “And since you are not?”
“I will sit beside you impolitely while pretending to be civilized.”
That got her. A laugh. Small. Caught before it escaped fully. Then Yeji stepped closer. Her hand rose to my chest. Not pushing me away. Holding me there “Then pretend well,” she said.
The beach went quiet again. Yeji’s cheeks were still red. But her eyes did not leave mine “If you behave,” she continued, voice soft enough to sound private and clear enough to ruin me publicly, “I will let you keep looking at me like that.”
My brain stopped again. Different reason this time. Nayeon made a wounded sound. Jihyo stared at Yeji like she had not expected counterfire. Mina’s eyes warmed with interest. Chaeyoung smiled slowly. Ryujin removed her sunglasses again. Yuna whispered, “Unnie.” Lia covered her mouth. I looked at Yeji “You are matching me now?”
Her chin lifted “You keep forgetting I can.”
That was it. That was the killing blow. I folded. Completely. No negotiation. No dignity. No surviving.
I stepped forward, bent down, and swept Yeji off her feet. With no warning. Without announcement. No dramatic countdown. Just immediate romantic failure.
The beach detonated.
Yeji gasped, both arms snapping around my shoulders “Benjie!”
“Yes, love?”
“What are you doing?”
I turned away from the table and started walking toward the path. Politely. Calmly. Like I was not carrying ITZY’s leader away from lunch in broad daylight.
“I redact my previous statement.”
Her eyes widened “What statement?”
“That beach day would last five minutes.”
Jihyo stood immediately “Ben.”
“Updated estimate,” I said, still walking, “zero minutes.”
Nayeon screamed in joy. Yuna slapped both hands over her mouth. Ryujin shot to her feet. Lia said, very calmly and very uselessly, “Oh no.”
Yeji stared at me “Where are you taking me?”
“Back to the room.”
“Benjie.”
I looked down at her. Black swimsuit. Red cheeks. Hands around my shoulders. That look in her eyes that said she knew exactly how to stop me and had not decided if she wanted to. A terrible, beautiful, catastrophic thing happened inside my chest.
“I am taking you back,” I said, “putting a baby in you, and making every joke about princess-wife-girlfriend legally inconvenient.”
The beach died. Actually died. Even the ocean seemed to reconsider participating.
Yeji’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. Which was a problem. Because Yeji’s denials usually arrived before the crime finished forming. This time, there was only silence.
Red-faced. Wide-eyed. Completely gone.
Nayeon recovered first “Oh my God.”
Ryujin pointed at Yeji “She froze.”
Yuna looked between us “Wait, are we getting a niece or nephew?”
“No one is getting anything before lunch,” Lia said immediately.
Chaeryeong looked at Lia. Then at Jihyo. Then at me “Should we stop him?”
“YES,” Lia and Jihyo said together.
I kept walking. Lia moved first. Of course she did. She was closest to emotional logistics. “Ben,” she said, stepping into my line of sight.
“Yes?”
“Put our leader down.”
“No.”
“Please do not convert beach day into succession planning.”
“I respect your concern, Lia, but no administrative system outranks my current objective.”
Lia stared at me. Then at Yeji “Yeji?”
Yeji blinked. Once. Twice. Like her brain had heard her name from very far away and was trying to swim back to shore “I know,” she said quickly. That was not an answer. Everyone noticed. Lia’s eyes narrowed.
“You know what?” Yeji looked at me. Then at the path. Then back at Lia. Her face went even redder “I know I can stop this.” Good. Progress. Civilization still had a chance. Then her arms tightened around my neck “But I am processing.”
The beach exploded again.
“That is not stopping him,” Ryujin said.
“No,” Mina said calmly “It is categorizing the emergency.”
Lia took one step closer “Yeji, please use the system.”
Yeji seemed to remember there was, in fact, a system. Her eyes snapped back to mine “Benjie.”
“Yes, love?”
“Treat economy is suspended if you do not put me down.”
The beach went still. That usually worked. Everyone knew it usually worked. Treat economy was not a metaphor anymore. It was law, order. An absolute structure. The invisible leash that kept me from becoming a luxury disaster with hands.
I stopped walking. Yeji’s eyes sharpened. She thought she had me. Reasonable assumption. Historically supported. Then I said “Acceptable loss.”
The beach detonated. Yeji’s mouth fell open. Nayeon screamed louder. Ryujin bent forward laughing. Yuna staggered backward like she had been physically struck by romance.
Lia stared at me like she had just watched a government collapse.
Jihyo, still halfway across the sand, froze. Momo stopped eating. That was how I knew it was serious. Yeji’s voice came out faint “What?”
“Acceptable loss.”
“No treats for the rest of the day,” she warned.
“Acceptable.”
“No cheek kisses.”
“Painful, but acceptable.”
“No praise.”
“Cruel, but acceptable.”
“No calling me love.”
I stopped breathing. The beach leaned in. Yeji stared at me. I stared back. Then I adjusted her carefully in my arms and continued walking “Worth the cost of my current goal.”
Yeji short-circuited so hard I felt it through her entire body. Her hands tightened around my shoulders. Her face went blank. Then red. Then blank again.
Nayeon whispered, “Oh, he is gone too.”
Lia covered her face “They are both gone.”
Jihyo finally reached us. Full leader mode. “No,” she said.
I stopped. Because Jihyo was Jihyo. But I did not put Yeji down. That seemed important.
“Jihyo,” I said politely.
“Ben.”
“With respect, you are currently standing between me and the legal future of my household.”
Nayeon made a sound like she had been stabbed with joy. Jihyo closed her eyes “I am not helping you explain to JYP why ITZY’s leader is expecting a child after vacation.” The sentence landed. Expecting a child. After vacation.
The beach went quiet again.
Yeji made a tiny sound. Not protest. That was the issue. Everyone heard it. Ryujin slowly turned toward her “Unnie.” Yeji blinked again. Once. Twice. Then hid her face against my shoulder. That was worse. So much worse. Because she was not fighting. She was malfunctioning.
Jihyo’s eyes opened slowly in disbelief “Yeji.”
Yeji’s voice came muffled against my shoulder “I am listening.”
“No, you are not.”
“I am listening emotionally.”
Nayeon stepped forward, hands lifted like she was approaching a rare animal “No, wait. Let him finish the proposal-threat.” Jihyo turned on her “Nayeon.”
“What? We need the full sentence for context.”
Jeongyeon crossed her arms “This is why HR avoids swimsuits.”
Mina tilted her head “Marriage before abduction is generally cleaner.”
“Thank you,” Lia said immediately.
Mina continued, “But the emotional sequence is coherent.”
Lia looked betrayed “Mina…”
“What? Accuracy matters.”
Chaeyoung looked at me, then at Yeji, then at the path “This is very dramatic.” Tzuyu took a piece of fruit “Yeji is not denying it.”
That was the sentence. The clean knife. The beach stopped for the third time. Every face turned toward Yeji. Yeji slowly lifted her head. Her face was red enough to qualify as a weather event “I—”
Nothing followed. Nayeon pointed at her “Oh my God. She likes it.”
“I do not—”
“Too late,” Ryujin said immediately.
Lia lowered her hand from her face “The pause was legally significant.”
Mina nodded “Emotionally significant.”
Chaeyoung added, “Narratively significant.”
Tzuyu said, “She is already choosing names.”
“Tzuyu,” Jihyo said.
“What? It is practical.”
Yeji stared at all of them. Then at me. Then at the path. Then back at me. And that was when I saw it. The final failure of reason. The first baby line had broken her. The child-after-vacation line had ruined her. But everyone pointing out that she was not denying it? That freed her.
Her eyes changed. Still embarrassed. Still overwhelmed. But no longer trying to claw her way back to sanity fast enough. Then she smiled. Not a controlled smile. Not a leader smile. Not the small, private smile she usually tried to hide before anyone could weaponize it.
This one was stupid. Bright. Soft. Absolutely gone.
A dummy grin, plain as daylight, spreading across her face while her eyes stayed unfocused like her brain had wandered directly into a house that did not exist yet and started arranging furniture.
Nayeon stared at her “Oh my God.”
Yeji blinked at her “What?”
“You’re smiling.”
Yeji immediately tried to stop. Failed. Ryujin pointed at her “No, she’s gone-gone.” Lia looked horrified “She’s not even embarrassed anymore. She’s planning.” Yeji’s mouth opened. Then, instead of denial, words started falling out “I mean…”
Everyone froze.
Yeji looked down, still in my arms, then back up with the kind of seriousness that would have been more convincing if she were not smiling like an idiot.
“If it is legal and official, then I need to know whether I am changing my name before or after schedules calm down, because documents are annoying, and if we hyphenate then school forms might get complicated later, but also Hwang-Sung sounds—”
“School forms?” Jihyo repeated.
Yeji looked at her like this was the obvious concern “For the baby.”
The beach collapsed. Yuna screamed. Nayeon folded into Jeongyeon. Chaeyoung covered her face. Mina turned away, shoulders moving once. Momo looked interested now. That worried me more than everyone else.
Yeji kept going.
“Also, I don’t know if I want a boy or a girl first, because if it is a girl then Ben will absolutely spoil her too much, but if it is a boy then he will also spoil him too much, so actually that is not helpful, and if it is twins—”
“YEJI,” Jihyo snapped.
Yeji blinked “What?”
“You are planning children.”
Yeji looked down at herself in my arms. Then at me. Then back at Jihyo “I am planning responsibly.”
That was it. That was the fourth detonation. Ryujin spun in place like she needed somewhere to put the chaos. Yuna dropped into the sand. Lia sat down halfway, then stood back up like civilization needed her. Jihyo pinched the bridge of her nose.
I looked down at Yeji. She looked back at me. Still smiling. Still gone-gone. Still absolutely not helping “Princess-wife-girlfriend.” She beamed. Actually beamed.
“I like Hwang-Sung.”
I nearly resumed walking. Jihyo saw it “Benjamin.”
“I am being tested.”
“You are being stopped.”
“I am being oppressed by responsible women.”
“You are being kept from becoming a father before lunch.”
Yeji made a small pleased noise against my shoulder.
Jihyo stared at her “Yeji.”
“I am not being helpful right now.”
“We noticed,” Lia said.
Yuna lifted her hand from the sand “I want to be the fun aunt.”
“No one is assigning aunt roles,” Lia said immediately. Nayeon sat up so fast Jeongyeon had to steady her “Wait. I also want to be fun aunt.” Jeongyeon looked at her “You would teach the to lie for cany and baby crimes.”
“Cute crimes.”
Chaeyoung raised one finger “I want weird aunt.”
Mina nodded “That is more accurate.”
“Thank you,” Chaeyoung said.
Tzuyu took another piece of fruit “Aunt roles should come after names.”
Jihyo stared at her “Tzuyu, stop helping the pregnancy coup.”
Tzuyu blinked “I am organizing it.”
Yeji turned toward Tzuyu, eyes bright again “See? She understands.”
“No,” Lia said. “No one understands. That is the problem.”
I adjusted Yeji in my arms “Final notice. I am proceeding.” Jihyo stepped back into the path “Hell no you are not.”
“I am.”
“Ben.”
“Jihyo.”
“No one is going anywhere to make anyone pregnant.”
Yeji giggled. Not laughed. Giggled. The entire beach went silent again because Hwang Yeji had just giggled at a pregnancy prevention sentence.
Ryujin slowly lowered her sunglasses “Unnie.”
Yeji looked at her “What?”
“You are smiling like an idiot.”
Yeji touched her own face like she needed confirmation. Then smiled harder “I am thinking.”
“About baby names,” Lia said.
“And paperwork,” Mina added.
“And twins,” Chaeyoung said.
“And fun aunt hierarchy,” Yuna said from the sand.
“And food,” Momo added.
Everyone looked at her. Momo shrugged “She should eat.” That was when Lia looked around as if searching for the last surviving adult. Her gaze landed on Chaeryeong. Chaeryeong froze “No.”
Lia clasped her hands together “Chaeryeong. Please.”
“Why me?”
“You are the only one they might both listen to.”
Chaeryeong looked horrified. Then looked at Yeji. Then at me. Then at the food. Her expression changed. Not confidence exactly. But something close enough “Unnie.”
Yeji peeked out from my shoulder. Chaeryeong’s voice was soft. Careful. Devastating “You should eat first.” Yeji stared at her. I stared at her. The entire beach stared at her. Chaeryeong swallowed once. Then added “If you are thinking of baby names, you should not do it hungry.”
Silence. Then Momo nodded firmly “Correct.” That killed me. Completely. Yeji started laughing. Not a short-circuit laugh. A real one.
Bright. Helpless. Face still half-buried against me. I looked at Chaeryeong “You have become too powerful.”
Chaeryeong turned pink “Sorry.”
“No,” Jihyo said immediately “That was excellent.”
Lia exhaled in relief “Civilization survives because of Chaeryeong.”
Ryujin pointed at Chaeryeong “Unexpected final boss.”
Yuna lifted her head from the sand “Soft final boss.”
Chaeryeong looked mortified and pleased at the same time. I sighed. Defeated. Temporarily “Fine.”
The beach cheered at Chaeryeong like she had singlehandedly stopped a natural disaster.
I carefully set Yeji down. Her feet touched the sand. She kept one hand on my shoulder longer than necessary. I looked at her. She looked back. Still red. Still smiling. Still not fully sane. “You understand,” I said, “that this is only a delay.”
Yeji swallowed. Everyone went quiet again because apparently no one had learned anything “Benjie.”
“Yes?”
“Lunch first.”
The beach froze. I smiled slowly “First?”
Yeji’s eyes widened. Then she realized what she had done “No.”
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. Soft. Public. Entirely too pleased “Then we will discuss baby names over lunch.” Yeji opened her mouth. Closed it. Then, after one devastating second she agreed “Okay.”
The beach exploded for the final time. Nayeon actually screamed. Yuna collapsed back into the sand. Ryujin turned in a circle like she needed somewhere to put the chaos. Lia covered her face. Chaeryeong whispered, “Oh no.”
Momo calmly handed Yeji a plate “Eat.”
Yeji accepted it. Still smiling. Still not denying anything.
Jihyo sat down slowly, like leadership had aged her ten years in five minutes. Mina looked at me “Baby names over lunch may still count as escalation.”
“Noted.”
Chaeyoung smiled “It is a soft escalation.”
Tzuyu picked up fruit “Efficient.”
I sat beside Yeji before anyone could create a new law. She sat beside me. Close. Too close to pretend. Her hand found mine under the low table almost immediately. Mostly hidden. Mostly not. I squeezed once “You really meant okay?”
She stared at her plate. Then squeezed back. Very quietly “Eat your lunch.” I smiled “Yes, love.”
Across the table, Ryujin groaned “Disgusting.” Yeji looked at her. Ryujin stopped immediately. Momo placed more food near Yeji “Baby names after meat.”
Yeji made a strangled sound. I placed one hand over my heart “I respect Momo’s process.” Jihyo pointed at me without looking up “Do not make this worse.”
“I am eating.”
“You are smiling.”
“I am eating emotionally.”
Lia sighed “That is not better.”
Yuna lifted her head from the sand again “I still want to be fun aunt.” Nayeon raised her hand “I also still want to be fun aunt.”
Jeongyeon pointed at both of them “No.” Chaeyoung lifted one finger “Weird aunt remains available.” Mina nodded “Approved.”
Jihyo stared at Mina. “What? It is the least dangerous role.” still defending herself. Tzuyu looked at Yeji “Names first.” Jihyo dropped her head into one hand “Tzuyu.”
“What? Sequencing matters.”
Nayeon leaned toward Jeongyeon “I want to tell John.”
“No,” Jihyo said immediately.
Nayeon pouted “But he missed the beach pregnancy coup.”
“He is with Sana.”
“He still needs to know his best buddy tried to create a dynasty before lunch.”
Mina took a sip of water “Perhaps after lunch. Sequencing matters.”
Chaeyoung nodded “Story structure.”
Jihyo looked exhausted. The food finally started moving around the table. Slowly. Badly. With too much laughter and too many people still glancing at Yeji like she might accidentally suggest middle names if left unsupervised.
And for a few minutes, with Sana and John somewhere inside their own world, with Ryujin pretending she had not left me a threatening note, with Yeji’s hand warm under the table and thirteen women making the beach look like a survivable kind of chaos, I realized something deeply inconvenient.
Vacation might actually be working.
Even if, apparently, lunch now included family planning.
Lunch was supposed to bring everyone back to sanity.
That had been the theory.
A foolish theory.
Because ten minutes after Chaeryeong successfully saved the beach from becoming a founding ceremony, Yeji and I were sitting side by side under the cabana, holding plates of food, behaving like responsible adults. Mostly. Outwardly. Technically.
“Hyphenated sounds difficult for school forms,” Yeji murmured. I nodded, chewing thoughtfully “True.”
“But if I take your last name completely, then Hwang disappears.”
“That would be a tragedy.”
She looked at me “You sound too agreeable.”
“I am supporting my future wife’s identity.”
Her chopsticks stopped halfway to her mouth. The red came back immediately. Not full collapse. Not beach pregnancy coup levels. But enough. Across the low table, Ryujin slowly lowered her sunglasses “Are you two still doing this?” Yeji cleared her throat “We are discussing names.”
“You are discussing baby names,” Lia corrected, sounding like a woman whose faith in lunch had died twenty minutes ago.
“Names in general,” I said.
Mina took a sip of water “No. The context is specific.”
“Thank you, Mina.”
“That was not support.”
“It felt supportive.”
Jihyo stared at the ocean like she was considering walking into it “I said lunch first because I thought food would help.”
Momo, beside her, nodded “Food is helping.”
Jihyo turned toward her “Momo.”
“They are eating.”
“That is not the part I meant.”
Momo looked at Yeji’s plate “She is eating better now.”
Yeji immediately looked down at her plate like it had betrayed her. Chaeryeong, sitting quietly near the fruit, smiled into her cup. Pleased— possibly proud of herself. She had saved civilization by suggesting we should not plan a family hungry, and unfortunately, that had made her powerful.
Yuna lifted one hand “For the record, I still think Sung Yuna sounds cute.” The table stopped. Lia turned toward her slowly “You are suggesting naming their child after yourself?” Yuna blinked “Oh. I meant if it was a girl.”
“That does not improve the sentence.”
Nayeon leaned forward immediately “No, wait. She has a point.”
Jihyo closed her eyes “Nayeon.”
“What? It is cute.”
Jeongyeon looked at her “You are only supporting this because you want to be fun aunt.”
Nayeon gasped “I would be an amazing fun aunt.”
“You would teach the baby how to lie for snacks.”
“Useful life skill.”
Dahyun folded her hands neatly “I would like to clarify that if fun aunt applications are open, I should be considered for documentation aunt.”
“No,” Jihyo said.
Dahyun smiled “I did not even finish.”
“You did.”
Chaeyoung lifted one finger “I still want weird aunt.”
Mina nodded “That remains the most accurate assignment.”
“Thank you.”
Tzuyu looked at Yeji “If you hyphenate, the baby may complain later.”
“Tzuyu,” Jihyo said weakly.
“What? Long names are inconvenient.”
Yeji looked at Tzuyu with alarming seriousness “That is true.”
“No,” Lia said.
Yeji blinked at her “No what?”
“No agreeing with practical baby-name logistics during lunch.”
“But it is practical.”
“That is what makes it dangerous.”
I leaned slightly toward Yeji “For the record, I like Hwang-Sung.”
Her face softened “You do?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it sounds like you did not disappear.”
That one landed too cleanly. The table quieted. Yeji looked down at her plate. Her hand found mine under the table. Mostly hidden. Mostly not.
The joke thinned for a second, and underneath it was the thing neither of us had been brave enough to hold too long in public. A future. A name. A life where she did not have to vanish into mine to belong there. Then Nayeon made a small sound “Oh, that was disgustingly good.”
The table breathed again. Ryujin pointed at me “Stop being romantic during a bit.”
“I am not responsible for sincerity leakage.”
“You absolutely are.”
Yeji squeezed my hand once. Then, with the very serious expression of a woman trying not to smile, said “I still think we need at least three options.”
Lia dropped her head into one hand “We lost her again.”
Yuna beamed “Baby-name meeting continues.”
Jihyo pointed at everyone without looking “No voting.”
Nayeon immediately raised her hand “I vote—”
“Absolutely not.”
“But—”
“No.”
Momo placed another piece of meat onto Yeji’s plate “Eat first. Names after.”
Yeji looked at the food. Then at me. Then nodded “Names after.” I smiled. “Lunch first.” Her eyes narrowed. “Do not start.”
“I said what you said.”
“You said it with the face.”
“What face?”
“The ‘first’ face.”
Ryujin groaned “They have faces now.”
Mina nodded “They have had faces for some time.”
Chaeyoung looked between us “This is becoming a language.”
Tzuyu picked up fruit “Family language.”
Jihyo stood “Nope.” Everyone looked at her. She lifted both hands “I am going into the water before this becomes a baptism.”
The table exploded. Yeji covered her face. I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my chopsticks. And for the first time since the morning began, nobody tried to stop the chaos from becoming laughter.
Not because it was controlled. It absolutely was not. But because everyone was eating. Everyone was here. And Yeji’s hand was still in mine under the table while the whole impossible beach argued about names that did not exist yet.
Maybe that was dangerous. Maybe that was ridiculous. Maybe it was both. But when Yeji leaned closer and whispered, “I still like Hwang-Sung,” I squeezed her hand once and whispered back, “Me too.”
Across from us, Lia sighed “I heard that.” Yeji froze. I looked at Lia “You heard nothing.”
“I heard future paperwork.”
Mina lifted her glass “Accurate.”
Jihyo, already walking toward the water, called back without turning around “I am not explaining future paperwork to JYP either.” Nayeon cupped her hands around her mouth “WHAT ABOUT FUN AUNT PAPERWORK?” Jihyo kept walking “No!”
Yuna leaned toward me “So is fun aunt a maybe?”
“No,” Lia said.
“At least weird aunt?” Chaeyoung asked.
Mina nodded “Weird aunt is structurally harmless.”
Jihyo stopped walking. Turned. Pointed at Mina “Mina.”
Mina blinked “What? I am choosing the least dangerous aunt.”
Tzuyu looked thoughtful “Food aunt is Momo.”
Momo nodded “Yes I am.”
The beach descended again. Names. Aunts. Lunch. Future paperwork. All of it ridiculous. All of it too much. All of it somehow easier to breathe through than silence. Yeji leaned her shoulder lightly against mine “I think we broke lunch.”
I looked around. At Yuna arguing for fun aunt rights. At Nayeon joining her. At Lia trying to stop a family structure that did not exist. At Chaeryeong smiling because she had saved everyone and accidentally created a meeting. At TWICE treating our impossible future like it was just another vacation activity to ruin responsibly. Then I looked back at Yeji.
“No,” I said. “I think lunch survived us.”
She smiled. Small. Warm. Still a little gone “Good.” Then she picked up her chopsticks again “Now eat. We have names to discuss after.”
I stared at her. She stared back. Perfectly serious. I loved her so much it became physically inconvenient “Yes, wife-girlfriend.”
Her face went red. But she did not correct me. Not this time. Afternoon should have been safer. That was becoming a recurring mistake.
Lunch eventually gave up pretending it was organized and dissolved into smaller pockets of chaos across the beach. Momo stayed near the food with Chaeryeong, which meant Chaeryeong was now accidentally responsible for a second meal and somehow happier than she wanted anyone to notice.
Jihyo had finally gone into the water, though even swimming looked like leadership when she did it.
Nayeon and Yuna had formed an alliance near the towels, which was already enough reason to be afraid.
Dahyun and Chaeyoung sat under one umbrella, talking quietly about something that made Chaeyoung laugh into her hand and Dahyun look far too pleased.
Mina had chosen a shaded chair with a book, though I was absolutely certain she was aware of every moving piece on the beach.
Tzuyu was eating fruit with the calm of a person who had detonated family-planning logistics and felt no guilt.
Ryujin was throwing a ball against her palm like she was waiting for someone to deserve consequences.
Lia had returned to tea. For now.
Yeji and I sat under the nearest cabana, close enough that our shoulders touched whenever either of us moved. That was probably a bad idea.
Naturally, neither of us moved away. The baby-name discussion had technically ended. Technically. In reality, it had only retreated underground, where it lived beneath every glance, every brush of her fingers against mine, every time Yeji looked away too quickly after realizing I was still smiling.
I was trying to behave. Honestly. Heroically. Unsuccessfully.
“You are still thinking about it,” Yeji said quietly. I looked at her. She was not looking at me. She was watching the water, cheeks still touched pink from the earlier disaster, one knee drawn slightly toward herself, her cover-up loose over her shoulders “I am thinking about lunch.”
“No, you are not.”
“I ate lunch.”
“You are thinking with the same face.”
“What face?”
“The baby-name face.”
I coughed once. A few heads turned. Not everyone. Just enough to remind me the beach still had ears. I pretended not to notice “I do not have a baby-name face.” Yeji finally looked at me “You absolutely do.”
“That is a dangerous accusation.”
“You look proud and stupid.”
“I am often proud.”
“And stupid.”
“Only around you.”
She tried not to smile. Failed slightly. That was dangerous. I leaned closer “Also, for the record, Hwang-Sung is still strong.” Her eyes narrowed “Do not restart this.”
“You brought it up.”
“I accused you of thinking about it.”
“And I pleaded guilty.”
“Benjie.”
“Yes, future paperwork?”
Her hand shot out and covered my mouth. Unfortunately, her palm was warm, and she was too close, and the motion made her cover-up slip lower on one shoulder. So instead of stopping me, she created another problem. I went very still. Yeji noticed.
Her hand stayed over my mouth for one second longer. Then another. Her eyes dropped to her own shoulder. Then back to me. The pink in her face changed. Not embarrassment now. Heat. A quiet, sudden thing.
I swallowed against her palm. She felt it. Her fingers flexed. Then she removed her hand slowly “Do not say anything,” she whispered.
“I was not going to.”
“You were.”
“I was going to say I am behaving.”
“You are not.”
“I have not moved.”
“That is not the same thing.”
She looked away again, but this time it was worse. Because her eyes did not go to the water. They went toward the private changing cabanas tucked behind the line of palms just a little ways down the beach. Close. Private enough. Still technically beach-adjacent.
A terrible idea. A convenient terrible idea.
I followed her gaze. Then looked back at her. She kept staring at the cabanas like they had personally wronged her “Yeji?”
“No.”
“I did not ask anything.”
“I know what you are about to ask.”
“I was not going to ask.”
Her eyes flicked to mine. That was a lie. We both knew it. The air between us changed. Not dramatically. Not with lightning. Worse. Quietly. Like a door had appeared where there had only been sunlight a second ago.
Behind us, Yuna laughed at something Nayeon said. Jihyo called for someone not to run near the wet sand. Momo asked Chaeryeong if there was more fruit.
Normal beach sounds. Normal vacation. Normal people.
And then there was Yeji, sitting beside me in a black swimsuit, pretending she had not just looked at a private cabana with the same expression she usually reserved for difficult choreography and bad decisions.
I leaned closer “Are we really doing this?” Her breath caught. That was the answer before her mouth found one. She turned to me slowly “We are not teenagers.”
“No.”
“We are adults.”
“Legally.”
“Ben.”
“Emotionally debatable, given recent family-planning behavior.”
She covered her face with both hands “Do not mention that right now.”
“Why?”
“Because it is not helping.”
“It is helping me.”
Her hands dropped. The look she gave me should have restored order. It did not. Mostly because she was smiling. Not fully. Not safely. Just enough to tell me she was as doomed as I was. “We said lunch first,” she whispered.
“We had lunch.”
“We said baby names over lunch.”
“We discussed zero names.”
“We were interrupted by aunt politics.”
“True.”
“And now?”
I looked toward the cabanas again. Then back at her “Now I am trying very hard not to make another public announcement.” Her eyes widened “Do not.”
“I am showing growth.”
“You are showing restraint with visible suffering.”
“Same category.”
“No, it is not.”
I reached under the table and found her hand. Her fingers closed around mine immediately. Too immediately. We both looked down at our hands. Then back at each other.
For a while, neither of us spoke. That was worse. Because the silence started thinking for us. Yeji’s thumb moved once against mine. A tiny motion. Almost accidental. Definitely not accidental. “I still think girl first,” she murmured.
My breath caught. Not because of the words. Because of how quietly she said them. Not for the table. Not for the bit. For me. I looked at her “Girl?”
Her gaze stayed on our joined hands “I don’t know. Maybe.” She swallowed once, visibly annoyed at herself for being sincere even when nobody was directly interrogating her “I just think you with a daughter would be impossible.”
My chest tightened “Impossible how?” This time, she looked at me. That was the mistake. For both of us. “Soft,” she said.
The word landed right in the middle of me. Soft. Not rich. Not dangerous. Not useful. Not impossible… Soft.
Something about the way she said it made the beach recede. The towels. The food. The others. The jokes. All of it moved one step away. I looked at Yeji’s hand in mine. Then at her face. “Boy or girl,” I said quietly, “I would spoil anything that had your eyes.”
Yeji stopped breathing. Completely. The beach did not go silent. No one else froze. No one else knew exactly what had just happened. That made it worse. Because the whole world kept moving while both of us stopped. Yeji looked at me like I had taken the future out of the joke and placed it carefully in her lap.
Her lips parted. Nothing came out. Then her eyes went toward the cabanas again. This time, she did not pretend it was accidental. I followed her gaze. Then looked back at her. The air changed again. Harder this time. Not from teasing— from want.
From too much honesty having nowhere else to go. That was when Lia appeared beside us. Silent. Tea in hand. Expression already dead “No.”
I blinked “Good afternoon, Lia.”
“No.”
Yeji straightened too quickly “We didn’t say anything.”
“You both looked at the cabanas.”
“That is not illegal,” I said.
“It is on this beach.”
Yeji’s face went bright red “Lia.”
“Do not Lia me while committing logistics crimes.”
“We are not committing logistics crimes,” I said.
Lia looked at our joined hands. Then at Yeji’s face. Then at mine “You are about to ask me to cover for you.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Yeji did the same. Lia nodded “Terrible liars.” I cleared my throat “We are going to take a short walk.”
“No, you are not.” Yeji squeezed my hand. “Technically, we would walk to get there.”
Lia stared at her. The betrayal was immediate “Unnie.”
Yeji winced “I know.”
“You are asking me to become a beach alibi.”
“I am asking you as a friend.”
“You are asking me as someone who lost all sense of reason after imagining Ben with a daughter.”
Yeji’s face went redder. I looked at Lia “That was a low blow.”
“It was accurate.”
“Cruel accuracy is still cruelty.”
“You are trying to sneak away with our leader after lunch while everyone is still discussing aunt hierarchy.”
“Which is why timing matters.”
Lia closed her eyes “I hate that you said timing matters.”
Yeji leaned forward slightly, softer now “We will come back.”
Lia opened her eyes “That is not the part I am worried about.”
“We will come back soon,” Yeji corrected.
“That is also not the part I am worried about.”
I lifted one hand “Define soon.”
Lia turned toward me slowly “Do not negotiate the length of your bad decision with me.”
“Understood.”
Yeji’s thumb brushed the back of my hand. Accidental. Probably. I looked at her. She looked back. Lia saw that too. Her expression shifted from resistance to resignation so quickly it almost made me feel guilty.
Almost.
She looked down at her tea. Then toward the icebox near the food table. Then back at us “No.”
“No?” I asked.
“Tea is not enough for this.”
Yeji made a small helpless sound. Lia pointed toward the icebox “Get me something stronger.”
“Lia,” Yeji whispered.
“You have made me an accomplice. I am adjusting.”
I stood immediately “What would you like?”
“Anything cold enough to make me forget I know both of you.”
“That may require a premium bottle.”
“Do not make this expensive.”
“Too late emotionally.”
Lia pointed at me “Do not.”
I went to the icebox, retrieved one of the chilled bottles Jihyo had absolutely intended to ration responsibly, and brought it back. Lia accepted it without looking proud. That made it worse. Yeji looked at her “You really don’t have to—”
“I know,” Lia said. A pause. Then softer “But come back.”
The comedy thinned. Just for a second. Because underneath the beach, the jokes, the baby names, the treat economy, the public chaos, there was still the truth of it. People worried now when we disappeared. People counted the ways we came back. Yeji squeezed my hand again “We will.”
Lia held her gaze for a second. Then nodded once “Go before I become sensible.”
I did not need to be told twice. Yeji and I started toward the private cabanas. Not running. That would have been suspicious. Not walking slowly either. That would have been worse.
We moved with the exact pace of two adults pretending they were not about to do something reckless behind a changing curtain like they had lost every lesson maturity had ever tried to teach them.
Halfway there, Yeji whispered, “This is insane.”
“Yes.”
“We are really doing this.”
“Yes.”
“Near the beach.”
“Yes.”
“With everyone right there.”
“Technically, behind us.”
She made a strangled sound that was half laugh, half panic “Benjie.”
I looked at her. She looked up at me. Bright-eyed. Flushed. Gone in a quieter way now. Not baby-name gone. Not public short-circuit gone. This was private reckless. The kind of reckless that looked almost young.
Like we had stolen five minutes from a world that kept asking us to be responsible and were about to spend it badly.
She bit her lip. That was unfair. “Last chance,” I said quietly. Her eyes searched mine “For what?”
“To turn around.” The cabana stood three steps away. White curtain. Palm shade. The sound of the ocean just beyond it. The sound of everyone else just far enough away to make this stupid instead of impossible.
Yeji looked at the cabana. Then at me. Then she smiled. Small. Breathless. Terrible “I already told Lia we would come back.”
“That was not an answer.” She stepped closer and tugged lightly on the front of my shirt “It is if you are paying attention.”
I stopped functioning. She noticed. Of course she noticed. Then she pulled me through the curtain. Behind us, Lia remained exactly where we had left her, bottle in hand, expression dead.
For approximately three seconds, she had peace. Then Ryujin sat down beside her. With the posture of a wronged athlete.
Lia did not look at her “No.” Ryujin stared toward the private cabana “I did not say anything.”
“You sat like a lawsuit.”
Ryujin removed her sunglasses. Slowly. Angrily. Lia finally looked at her “Why are you also in a bad mood?” Ryujin’s gaze did not move from the cabana “Because Yeji unnie just took my remaining portion.” Lia’s face went blank “Please tell me you mean lunch.”
“I do not mean lunch.”
Lia closed her eyes “Ryujin.”
“I had leftovers.”
Lia lifted the bottle. Paused. Then looked toward the icebox “I need another one.” Ryujin leaned back, offended by the universe “He stopped me at two.”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
“Then he sees Yeji unnie in a swimsuit and suddenly fatherhood is on the table?”
Lia opened the bottle. Took one long drink. Then said, with deep personal suffering “I hate that I understand your complaint.” Ryujin pointed at the cabana “That was my remaining portion.”
“Stop saying portion.”
“It is accurate.”
“It is emotionally damaging.”
“You asked.”
“I regret asking.”
“That does not solve the portion issue.”
Lia reached toward the icebox without looking “Get yourself one too.” Ryujin blinked. Then smiled faintly “Good idea.”
Meanwhile, inside the cabana, the world became small. Too small. Private enough. Too bright at the edges where sunlight leaked through the fabric. A bench. Hooks for towels. A small shelf. A mirror that immediately became an enemy. Yeji turned around as soon as the curtain fell shut behind us. For one second, we both froze.
Like the ridiculousness finally caught up.
Like we had somehow managed to become two reckless idiots hiding from our friends at a beach resort because lunch had included baby names and swimwear and emotional damage.
Then Yeji started laughing. Quietly. Into her hand. I laughed too. Not because it was funny. Because it was insane.
“Are we really doing this?” she whispered again. I stepped closer “We can still leave.” She looked at me. The laughter faded. Not completely. Just enough. Her hand rose to my chest again, same place as before. This time, no audience.
No Jihyo. No Lia. No Ryujin. No one to turn the feeling into structure before it could burn. Only Yeji.
Her voice came softer “I don’t want to leave.” That was the end of the joke. Not the laughter. Not the absurdity. Those stayed. They always stayed with us.
But the part of me still pretending this was only a bit finally gave up. I touched her cheek. Her eyes closed for half a breath “You know,” I whispered, “Lia is timing us.”
Yeji opened her eyes “I know.”
“Ryujin probably noticed.”
“I know.”
“Yuna is going to notice when we come back.”
“I know.”
“We are terrible at this.”
Her fingers tightened in my shirt “We are very good at coming back.”
That one hit. Harder than expected. I leaned down. She rose to meet me. And when our mouths met, the cabana became too small, the beach too far, the world too loud and too irrelevant all at once.
Yeji kissed me like she had been holding herself together all afternoon and had finally found somewhere safe enough to let go.
My hands found her waist. Hers slipped around my neck. The mirror reflected sunlight. The curtain moved with the wind. Somewhere outside, someone shouted Yuna’s name. Neither of us moved away.
Not yet. Not when we had already promised to come back. Not when we had finally stolen the part in between. I pulled back just enough to breathe. Yeji followed me like she hated the distance. That nearly ended me.
“You are going to get us caught,” I whispered. Her forehead rested against mine “You carried me across the beach and announced family planning.”
“Fair.”
“This is quieter.”
“That is a low bar.”
She smiled. Then her fingers slipped lower, catching the edge of my shirt. Not pulling yet. Just holding. Asking. I covered her hand with mine “Yeji.”
She looked up. There it was again. That future-softness from lunch. The reckless heat from the beach. The leader who knew better. The woman who did not care enough to leave “You said you would come back,” I reminded her “I will.”
“You promised Lia.”
“I know.”
“You promised me too.”
Her expression softened. That one landed differently “I know.”
The cabana went quiet around us. Outside, the beach kept being alive. Laughter. Water. Footsteps in sand. The world not stopping just because we had found a curtain and a terrible idea. Yeji’s thumb brushed over my knuckles, “I am coming back with you,” she said.
Not flirty. Not teasing. Certain. That ruined me more than anything else. Because suddenly this was not hiding. Not really. It was leaving together for one stolen breath and trusting we would return to the world we had chosen.
I kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. Her back met the wall beside the mirror, and her small gasp disappeared against my mouth “Benjie,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“If you start talking about baby names right now, I will actually drown you later.” I smiled against her lips “Understood.”
“Good.”
Then she tugged me closer. Not shy. Not hesitant. Not gone-gone in public anymore. Here, she was focused. Here, she was mine in the way she allowed herself to be when no one else was watching. I slid one hand to the small of her back. Her eyes fluttered. “Still okay?”
She nodded immediately.
Then, because she was Yeji, because she loved me and hated losing control in equal measure, she added “We are being reckless.”
“Yes.”
“And stupid.”
“Also yes.”
“And we are coming back.”
“Yes.”
She breathed once. Then smiled. Bright. Nervous. Wanting. “Then hurry before I become responsible again.” That was the last useful warning either of us got.
I kissed her before responsibility could find the curtain. She laughed into my mouth. Then stopped laughing. Her hands tightened. Mine did too. The curtain shifted with the wind. The mirror caught a flash of black swimwear, flushed cheeks, my hands at her waist, her mouth parted against mine. Then I stopped looking at the mirror. I stopped thinking about the beach. I stopped counting minutes. For once, I let the world wait outside. And Yeji let me.
This time the kiss didn’t feel light, it started to get violent. I could feel the desperation that tasted of salt and urgency. This wasn't the soft, romantic kissing we did in the safety of a hotel room. This was a collision. Her tongue pushed past my lips, claiming my mouth with a greedy, sweeping motion, exchanging saliva in a messy, wet rhythm.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands slamming into the small of her back to crush her against me. The friction was immediate. My cock, already agonizingly hard, pressed firmly against the curve of her hip. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of my shorts and the sleek nylon of her swimsuit.
Yeji pulled back just an inch, her lips swollen and glistening. Her breath hitched, a small, jagged sound.
"You're so hard," she murmured, her voice a low vibration.
She didn't ask. She reached down, her small hand sliding over the fabric of my shorts, gripping the length of me. She squeezed, her fingers molding to the shape of my cock, and I nearly buckled. I let out a sharp, strangled gasp, my head hitting the wooden wall of the cabana with a dull thud.
"Benjie," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips even as she panted.
She took my hand, her fingers interlacing with mine, and guided it downward. She pressed my palm flat against the crotch of her swimsuit.
I froze for a heartbeat. The fabric was damp—not just from the ocean, but from her. A dark, heavy patch of moisture soaked the black nylon, the heat of her pussy radiating through the material. I could feel the slight swell of her clit beneath the cloth, pulsing against my hand.
"I've been wanting this since you picked me up," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"We're going to get caught," I managed to say, though my brain was currently a landslide of lust.
"Then let them watch," she whispered, though she immediately tightened her grip on my neck, pulling me back into a kiss to muffle her own moan.
I didn't need more permission. I stepped back just enough to shove my shorts down to my ankles, my cock springing free with a sudden, insistent throb. It stood rigid, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
Yeji’s eyes dropped to it, her pupils expanding further. She let out a soft, needy whimper. I moved back in, my fingers hooking into the side of her swimsuit. I didn't take it off—there was no time for that. I simply yanked the fabric to the side, exposing the wet, pink folds of her pussy.
The sight was devastating. She was dripping, her natural juices slicking the edges of the black nylon. I slid two fingers inside her in one fluid motion.
"Oh god," she gasped, her back arching.
A loud, wet squelch echoed in the cramped space as my fingers disappeared into her tight, scorching heat. She was clenching around me, her walls pulsing in rhythmic spasms. I worked my fingers, sliding them in and out, the sound of shlicking filling the air.
"You're so wet, Yeji," I groaned, my voice dropping an octave.
"Because of you," she whimpered, her hands clutching my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin "Please. Now. Right now."
I grabbed her thigh, lifting her right leg and hooking it firmly around my waist. She wrapped her arm around my neck, her body tilting, opening her up completely. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing the glans against her clit and the soaking wet lips of her vulva.
I felt her shudder, her entire body vibrating with the effort of staying quiet. I pushed.
The entry was a slow, sliding friction. I felt her stretch, her tight walls gripping me with a fierce, desperate intensity as I buried myself deep inside her, the head of my cock slamming against her cervix.
Yeji’s eyes rolled back. She let out a muffled scream into my shoulder, her teeth grazing my skin. "Fuck," I hissed, my eyes closing as the heat engulfed me. "You're so tight."
I began to move. The rhythm was frantic, driven by the fear of discovery and the sheer weight of the tension we'd built all day. Every thrust created a heavy, wet slap of our skin making contact, the sound of my cock sliding through her cream.
I shifted my hand, reaching up to the shoulder of her cover-up. I yanked the fabric down, exposing one of her breasts. The nipple was already hard, a peaking point of desire. I broke the kiss, leaning down to capture the nipple in my mouth.
I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the areola while my hips continued to hammer into her. I could hear her breathing becoming erratic, a series of high-pitched, broken whimpers. "Ben... Ben, I can't... it's too much," she sobbed quietly, her head tossing back and forth.
I didn't stop. I increased the pace, my thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more violent. The cabana swayed slightly with our movement, the wooden walls creaking. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunched on the sand outside.
We both froze.
I stopped mid-thrust, buried deep inside her. We held our breath, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. The footsteps paused. I could hear a muffled voice—Yuna, sounding bored—and then the sound of someone laughing.
The footsteps faded.
The silence that followed was heavier than the noise. The danger had only acted as a catalyst. Yeji looked at me, her face flushed, her eyes wild. She didn't say a word; she just clamped her legs tighter around my waist and pulled me back into a kiss, her tongue fighting mine.
I lost it. I began to fuck her with a renewed, feral energy. I slammed into her, the sound of our bodies colliding becoming a wet, rhythmic percussion. I could feel her walls contracting, milking me, pulling me deeper "I'm... I'm close," she whimpered against my lips.
"Me too," I groaned.
I gave three more powerful, deep thrusts, feeling the internal muscles of her pussy clamp down on me in a violent climax. Yeji shrieked into my mouth, her body stiffening, her internal walls pulsing in waves of ecstasy that threatened to pull my cock right out of me.
I followed her a second later. I let out a low growl, my body shaking as I pumped load after load of hot cum deep into her. I felt the pressure build and release, the warmth of my seed filling her, overflowing and leaking back out to lubricate the final, sliding friction of the act.
We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, our foreheads pressed together, the smell of sex and salt heavy in the air.
I slowly slid out of her with a wet, sucking sound.
Yeji slumped against the wall, her chest heaving. She looked down at where we had joined, seeing the mixture of cum and arousal dripping down her inner thigh. "We should go," I whispered, though I didn't move.
Yeji looked at me. Her eyes weren't satisfied. They were glowing. She could see, still hard inside the fabric of my shorts, still twitching. "One more," she whispered "Please. I want more."
"Yeji, Lia is probably staring at her watch."
"Let her," Yeji replied, her voice regaining its strength "I want you again."
She didn't wait for me to agree. She turned around, pressing her palms against the wooden wall of the cabana. She arched her back, pushing her ass out toward me, her black swimsuit still pulled to the side.
The view was breathtaking. The curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the glistening, open invitation of her pussy.
I stepped up behind her, my cock already throbbing for a second round. I grabbed her right leg, lifting it high and hooking it over my hip to give me a better angle.
I entered her from behind in one smooth, powerful surge.
Yeji let out a loud, sharp moan that she barely managed to stifle. I gripped her left breast, my thumb rubbing the nipple into a hard peak while I began to fuck her with a slow, grinding intensity.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back. I began to kiss her—starting at the nape of her neck, then moving to the sensitive skin behind her ear. "You look so hot like this," I whispered, my voice a dark caress. "You feel so fucking good, Yeji. I don't want to leave this room."
"Don't leave," she gasped, her voice strained. "Just... keep going. Harder, Benjie. Please, harder."
I complied. I shifted my grip, my hand moving from her breast to her hip, anchoring her as I began to drive into her. I wasn't being gentle anymore. I was hammering into her, the sound of the impact—the slap of skin on skin—filling the small space.
As I thrust, Yeji shifted her gaze. She looked into the old, spotted mirror on the wall. I saw her eyes widen. She was watching us. She saw the way my body looked against hers—the contrast of my skin against the black of her suit, the way my cock disappeared entirely into her with every deep, wanting thrust. She saw the focus on my face, the raw, unbridled lust in my eyes as I focused entirely on the sensation of her.
A loud, uncontrolled moan escaped her. "Oh god, I can see it... I can see you..." she whimpered. She was losing control. Her moans were getting louder, the risk of discovery now an active threat. Before she could scream, I reached around and slid my fingers into her mouth.
Yeji instinctively clamped down on them, sucking on my fingers to muffle her cries. Her eyes remained locked on the mirror, watching the rhythmic, violent motion of our bodies.
Seeing her suck on my fingers while I fucked her from behind triggered something in me. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers bruising her skin, and I accelerated. I began to thrust with everything I had, my cock sliding in and out of her with a frantic speed.
Yeji's body began to shake. She was tightening around me, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I could feel her reaching the edge, her internal walls fluttering. "Cum for me," I groaned, my voice a command. "Cum for me, Yeji."
She let out a muffled shriek against my fingers, her body collapsing as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her. She clenched around me so hard it was almost painful, her walls pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves.
The feeling pushed me over the edge. I let out a loud, ragged breath, my hips locking against hers as I emptied myself into her once again. I felt the heat of my cum flooding her, filling her to the brim.
I collapsed against her back, both of us panting, the only sound the distant crash of the ocean and the loud, synchronized thumping of our hearts. I stayed inside her for a while, savoring the feeling of her warmth and the way she was still trembling beneath me.
"I can feel it," Yeji whispered, her voice airy and exhausted. "So much... you filled me up so much."
"That," I panted, kissing her shoulder, "was intensely good."
We stood there in the fading sunlight, the reality of the situation slowly returning. The risk, the guilt, the inevitable interrogation from the girls. "We really have to go back now," I said, though I made no move to pull out.
Yeji turned her head slightly, looking at me with a exhausted and satisfied smile. "You say that," she murmured, "but your body is saying something else, Benjie."
I looked down. Despite the cumming twice, despite the exhaustion, my cock was still hard, still buried deep inside her. Even as I spoke, I found myself making slow, sensual thrusts— tiny, lingering movements that sought to savor every last millimeter of her warmth before the world rushed back in. "I'm just... ensuring the seal is tight," I whispered.
Yeji giggled, a soft, genuine sound that made my heart ache. She leaned back into me, closing her eyes. "Liar," she breathed. "But I like it."
I squeezed her one last time, a slow, deep press of my hips, before I finally slid out with a long, wet sigh. We stood in the quiet of the cabana, two reckless idiots in damp swimwear, knowing that the walk back to the beach would be the longest and most dangerous journey of our lives.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. Not because we were calm. Because moving meant the real world was allowed to come back. Yeji was the first to look down at herself. Then at me. Then at the mirror. Her face went red all over again “We look guilty,” she whispered. I told that “We are guilty.”
“That is not helping.”
“I panicked into honesty.”
She covered her face with both hands, but I could see the smile trying to escape between her fingers. I reached for one of the folded towels and handed it to her. She took it, then pointed at the wall “Turn around.”
“I have already seen you na—”
“Benjie...”
I turned around immediately. The cabana wall had a bent hook on it. I stared at it like it was a legal witness. Behind me, Yeji fixed what needed fixing. I fixed my shorts, my shirt, my hair. The hair did not survive “Is it bad?” I asked. Yeji stepped in front of me, took one look, and winced “That bad?”
“You look attacked.”
“I was invited.”
“You were enthusiastic.”
“I believe in full participation.”
She tried to flatten my hair with her fingers. It got worse. After three attempts, she gave up and patted my chest “Confidence.”
“That is not a grooming strategy.”
“It is now.”
A sound passed outside. Footsteps in the sand. Both of us froze. Yuna’s voice drifted by, faint and cheerful.
“…but if I were a fun aunt, I would need a whistle, right?”
Jeongyeon answered from farther away “No.”
“For safety.”
“No.”
Their voices faded. Yeji and I stared at each other “Fun aunt?” she whispered.
“She cannot have a whistle.”
“No she cannot.”
We waited one more breath. Then I reached for the cabana door. Yeji caught my hand before I opened it. Her fingers slipped between mine “We let go before they see us,” she said. “Obviously.”
Neither of us let go. She looked down at our hands. Then up at me “Benjie.”
“I know.”
“We are terrible at this.”
“Historically.”
She squeezed once. Then nodded toward the door “Open it.”
I did. The sunlight hit us like evidence. We stepped out together, hand in hand, making the worst possible attempt at innocence. We made it back to the beach with the dignity of two people who had absolutely not earned dignity.
Yeji walked beside me with her hand in mine. That was the first mistake. The second mistake was that neither of us let go. The third mistake was that we both looked too calm.
Nobody who came back from a private changing cabana after disappearing together should look that calm. It was suspicious calm. Domestic-crime calm.
Yeji noticed me noticing “We are never doing that again,” she said.
“That sounded fake.” I told her.
“It was aspirational.” she said while trying to hold composure.
“Very responsible of you.”
“I am trying.”
“You pulled me in by the shirt.”
“You followed.” Yeji pointed out.
“Historically, I am weak against you.”
She looked away. The corner of her mouth betrayed her.
The resort path curved back toward the beach, hidden in places by palms and sun umbrellas. The afternoon had softened around us. People were scattered everywhere now. Some near the water. Some at the food table. Some under shade. Some doing absolutely nothing with the confidence of people who had temporarily forgotten their contracts.
Yeji’s thumb moved against my hand. Small. Absent. Dangerous. “We are terrible at being responsible,” she said.
“We came back.”
“That is not the same thing.”
“No, but it is a good legal defense.”
She laughed once, then her expression changed. Not fully serious. But close enough that I felt it “I still think girl first.”
My steps slowed “Yeji.”
“What?”
“We just returned from the scene of a crime.”
“It was not a crime.”
“Lia became an accessory.”
“She volunteered.”
“She was blackmailed by circumstance.”
“Then we should name the baby after her.”
I stared at her “Nickname? Probably. Legal first? No.”
She smiled “Too soon?”
“Too Lia.”
“She would hate it.”
“She would sue us.” I corrected.
“That sounds accurate.”
We kept walking. I should have stopped there. A smarter man would have stopped there.
Unfortunately, I had spent the day lifting Yeji, threatening family planning in public, violating cabana integrity, and imagining children with her eyes. Wisdom had left the island. “If we had a daughter,” I said, “I would buy every stuffed animal in Seoul.”
Yeji looked at me “Every?”
“I would start with high-quality ones.”
“Hypothetical children deserve ethical stitching?”
“Exactly.”
She bit her lip, trying not to smile “You are impossible.”
“For my hypothetical daughter, yes.”
“She would be spoiled.”
“She would be loved.”
“She would be both.”
Yeji looked forward again, but her hand tightened around mine “No buying a school”. I blinked “What?”
“If she goes to school and you do not like the curriculum or the lunch menu, no buying the school.”
“That feels restrictive.”
“Benjie.”
“What if the curriculum is weak?”
“No.”
“What if the chairs hurt her back?”
“No.”
“What if the lunch is nutritionally negligent?”
“No school acquisitions without discussion.”
“So acquisitions are possible.”
“No acquisitions at all.”
“That is not what you said.”
She stopped walking. I stopped with her. She turned toward me, eyes narrowed. “You would actually try.”
“I would research first.”
“That is worse.”
“If someone makes her cry, I destroy them.”
“No.”
“I comfort her first.”
“You are a terrifying hypothetical father.”
“I am a responsible hypothetical father.”
Yeji’s expression softened despite herself. I continued, because apparently I wanted to die honestly. “I ask what happened. I teach her feelings are allowed. I tell her she does not need to earn comfort.” I paused “Then I destroy them.”
“No.”
“Lightly.”
“No.”
“Legally.”
“Still no.”
Her eyes stayed on me. Warm now. Too warm. “You would be a good father.” That sentence did something unfair to the air. I forgot how to walk. Yeji realized what she had said. Her eyes widened “I mean—”
“No takebacks.”
“Benjie.”
“You hypothetically married me.”
“I did not.”
“You are discussing school acquisitions and parenting philosophy with me.”
“That is not marriage.”
“That is marriage-level logistics.”
Her face went pink. “Keep walking.”
“Yes, wife-girlfriend.”
She looked at me sharply “Do not test me.” I smiled. Then we kept walking.
Unfortunately, the beach had witnesses. Lia and Ryujin were the first ones we reached. Lia sat under a large umbrella with a bottle in hand that was definitely not tea. Ryujin sat beside her with sunglasses on, arms crossed, looking like someone had stolen both lunch and justice.
Yuna stood nearby with the restless energy of a person who knew important gossip existed but had missed the first half.
Ryujin lifted her sunglasses “Conception confirmed?”
Lia closed her eyes “I told her not to ask that.”
“You told me not to ask. You did not provide alternate wording.”
Yeji’s hand tightened around mine “Nothing is confirmed.”
Ryujin looked at Lia “That is not a denial.”
Lia took a slow drink “Structurally adjacent to a denial.”
I looked at the bottle “Why are still you drinking?”
Lia pointed at me without looking “You made me an accomplice.”
“That was not my intention.”
“You vanished into a cabana with Yeji while I sat outside performing emotional border control.”
Ryujin added, “And Yeji unnie took my remaining portion.”
Lia’s head turned slowly “Please do not say that again.”
“He stopped me at two.”
“Ryujin.”
“Then Yeji unnie walks by in black, and suddenly he is discussing school forms, daughter eyes, and starting a family line.”
Yeji’s face went scarlet. I made the mistake of reacting to only one part. “I did not say daughter eyes out loud.”
Silence.
Lia stared at me. Ryujin smiled slowly. Yuna gasped “You said daughter eyes?”
I closed my eyes “Operational failure.”
Lia pointed at me “She asked if conception was confirmed and you panicked into fatherhood details.”
Yuna bounced once “I leave for ten minutes to establish fun aunt training drills and miss daughter eyes?”
“You established what?” Yeji asked.
“Fun aunt training.”
“No.”
“Too late. I have drills.”
Ryujin lifted her bottle “Respect.”
Lia took it away “You are not rewarding that.”
Yuna leaned closer to Yeji “So is her name picked?”
“No,” Yeji said too quickly. Ryujin turned toward me. “He picked something.”
“I did not.”
Lia looked at my face. “You did.”
“I am surrounded by prosecutors.”
Yuna clasped both hands. “I knew breakfast was important. Everyone makes life decisions after food.”
“That is not what happened,” Yeji said.
Ryujin pointed toward the center of the beach. “Tell that to Momo unnie. She is training Chaeryeong in fruit philosophy.” That was when I saw them. Momo stood near the food table, holding a plate of sliced mango. Chaeryeong stood beside her, listening with surprising seriousness. Momo held up one piece. “This part is sweeter near the skin.” Chaeryeong nodded. “So you cut it thinner?”
“Yes. Do not waste the best part.”
“You really do talk more on vacation.”
Momo looked at her “I talk.”
“You talk more.”
Momo considered that. “Maybe you listen more now.” Chaeryeong smiled. Then Momo added, softer “Also, I am happy.”
Chaeryeong’s expression changed. Something small and pleased settled there. “Good,” she said. Momo nodded, satisfied, then held out mango. “Eat.”
Chaeryeong accepted it immediately. Vacation Momo had gained a disciple. Unfortunately, that disciple looked up just as our group approached. Chaeryeong’s eyes moved once. Lia’s bottle. Ryujin’s sunglasses and offended posture. Yuna’s missed-lore expression. Yeji’s red face. My hand still holding Yeji’s. The path behind us. The private cabanas.
She chewed the mango. Swallowed. Then said, “You did it.”
The group stopped. Yeji stared at her. “Did what?” Chaeryeong tilted her head.
“Lia unnie is drinking booze instead of tea, which means she became an unwilling accessory to something. Ryujin unnie looks jealous and undercompensated, which means Ben oppa was involved. Yuna looks like she missed important baby lore. You and Ben oppa look guilty, but not scared. Also, you are still holding hands.”
She looked toward the cabana path. “Private cabanas.” Then back at us, “You came back from trying to conceive the hypothetical child, didn’t you?”
Silence.
Momo nodded. “Accurate.”
Yeji made a sound. I looked at Chaeryeong. “Pattern recognition should be regulated.” Chaeryeong smiled faintly. “Too late.” Yuna whispered, “She is so cool.” Ryujin lifted one hand. “She is integrated.” Chaeryeong glanced at her. “I was already here.”
That was when TWICE noticed. Not all at once. Worse. In waves. Nayeon’s head turned first. Then Dahyun’s. Then Jihyo’s, but she did not move like a leader responding to a situation. She moved like a woman on vacation who smelled premium gossip. Mina followed beside her with calm interest. Chaeyoung came too, already holding a pen.
Jeongyeon stayed farther back, mostly because she saw Nayeon and Dahyun preparing to run and intercepted them by instinct. Jihyo arrived with a drink in hand. “I am not policing this.”
Lia blinked “Excuse me?”
“Vacation mode.”
“That is not an explanation.”
“It is a lifestyle.”
Mina looked between me and Yeji “Operationally useful.”
Chaeyoung smiled “I was about to ask if the scene had emotional continuity.”
Yeji covered her face “Why are you all like this?”
Nayeon tried to push past Jeongyeon “What happened?” Jeongyeon held her by the shoulders “No.”
“I heard conception.”
“No.”
Dahyun lifted an imaginary microphone “Public has a right to know.”
Lia pointed at her “No reports.”
Yuna tried to slip under Jeongyeon’s arm “I am fun aunt staff.”
Jeongyeon caught the back of her cover-up “You are evidence contamination.”
Jihyo ignored the restrained chaos and looked at Yeji. “Was it worth making Lia drink?” Lia pointed at Jihyo. “Thank you.”
Yeji lowered her hands. Her face was still pink. But she answered “It seems so.” Lia stared. “I retract my gratitude.” Mina’s eyes softened. “You did not let go of his hand.”
Yeji looked down. Neither of us had. Chaeyoung tilted her head. “Reckless, but not escaping.” Mina nodded. “You look less like you are floating away.”
Yeji blinked. Chaeyoung added, “Grounded.” The teasing quieted. Just enough. Jihyo’s smile changed too, but she refused to let the moment become too gentle. Smart.
“You answer first,” she said looking at me. “Yeji looks like she will either lie or plan names.”
“I am not planning names,” Yeji said. Tzuyu appeared beside Chaeyoung from nowhere. “Yet.” Everyone turned. Tzuyu sipped her drink. “What?” Jihyo pointed at her. “That was ominous.”
“It was sequencing.”
Momo nodded “Names after food.” Chaeryeong nodded with her. “Reasonable.” Ryujin stared at Chaeryeong. “You really joined their side.” Chaeryeong shrugged “They feed me.”
Mina looked at me. “So what was discussed?”
“Household policy.”
Yeji immediately turned to me “You made it sound worse.”
“It was accurate.”
Jihyo leaned in “What kind of household policy?”
“No school acquisitions,” Yeji said. Mina blinked. Chaeyoung’s pen stopped. Jihyo looked at me “You were going to buy a school?”
“If the chairs were bad.”
Nayeon screamed from behind Jeongyeon. “I knew it was good!”
Jeongyeon tightened her hold. “No entry.”
Dahyun whispered, “Education scandal.”
Yuna gasped. “Can fun aunt sponsor art class?”
“No,” Yeji said.
Chaeyoung raised her hand. “I would like to review that.” Mina looked thoughtful “Married-people behavior.” Yeji groaned. Ryujin lifted her bottle. “She has not denied that fast enough all day.” Lia pointed at Ryujin. “Do not encourage more titles.”
Jihyo crossed her arms “I gave up policing. I deserve hobbies.”
“Gossip is not a hobby,” Mina said.
“It is today.”
“Social analysis,” Mina corrected.
Jihyo smiled “Fine. I deserve social analysis.”
Chaeyoung looked at Yeji “Girl first?”
Yeji froze. Everyone froze with her. I glared at Chaeyoung. “How did you—”
“You both have daughter eyes.” Tzuyu nodded “She said it.” I closed my eyes. “Beach privacy is fictional.” Yeji’s face softened despite the embarrassment “Maybe girl first.” Jihyo made a small sound. Mina smiled. Chaeyoung’s pen moved again. Ryujin looked personally wounded.
“She gets daughter eyes and I get portion delay.”
Lia sighed “You need to retire the portion language.”
“Never.”
Momo offered Ryujin mango. Ryujin took it. Then said nothing for three seconds. “Okay, that helped.” Momo looked satisfied. Sana and John returned while we were still recovering. They came from the direction of the water. Both in swimwear. Both damp. Both smiling. Sana glowed like she had stolen sunlight. John looked rested enough to be suspicious.
Nayeon stopped struggling against Jeongyeon. “Oh.” Jeongyeon looked at them. “You changed.”
John looked down at himself. “Yes.”
“You came back in swimwear.”
“That is evidence,” Dahyun said.
John stared at her. “It is clothing.” Nayeon pointed. “Evidence clothing.” Sana smiled brightly “We came back to the villa, saw everyone still at the beach, and decided to join.”
John nodded “Decided.”
Sana looked at him “I decided.”
“More accurate.”
Momo’s eyes narrowed at John. “Did you eat?” John sighed. “Yes.” Sana nodded proudly “Properly.”
Momo relaxed. “Good.” John looked at me. “I am surrounded by nutritional oversight.”
“You look alive,” I said.
“I was taken hostage by joy.”
Sana beamed “You liked it.”
“I did not say I disliked it.”
“That means yes.”
Mina murmured, “Progress.” Sana looked around at us. “What did we miss?” Everyone answered at once. “Nothing,” Yeji said.
John stared. Then looked at Sana. “I think we should go back.” Sana smiled “No.” Nayeon finally escaped half a step. “You missed Ben and Yeji trying to start a dynasty.”
John turned to me “A what?”
“Partial exaggeration.”
“He carried her off again,” Ryujin said.
John stared “Again?”
“Context-specific,” I said. Sana looked at Yeji “He carried you again?” Yeji’s blush came back “Yes.”
Sana looked at John. John immediately held up one hand “No.”
“You have arms.”
“I also have a survival instinct.”
Nayeon pointed at him “Standards.”
John looked betrayed “You all ruin everything.”
Mina smiled “Romantic labor.”
Sana turned to Yeji “Was it romantic?”
Yeji looked down. Then at me. Then, softly: “Yes.”
That shut everyone up for one clean second. Only one. John looked at me “You are ruining my day from a distance.”
“I am inspiring growth.”
“You are creating labor.”
Sana took John’s hand “Swim with me.”
John looked at her “With everyone?”
Sana smiled “With me.”
His face softened as she leaned closer “Only me, remember?” He exhaled. The manager part of him tried to survive. Failed. “Only you.”
Sana pulled him toward the water before he could recover. As they went, Lia lifted her bottle “To survival.” and Ryujin lifted hers “To remaining portions.”
“No,” Lia said immediately. Yuna raised her juice “To fun aunt training.” Jeongyeon said, “No.”
Chaeyoung lifted her pen. “To evidence.” John called back from the shoreline, “No.”
Yeji leaned into my side. No one missed it. For once, no one attacked. I looked down at her. She whispered, “We still never chose names.” My heart did something stupid “Later,” I whispered back.
Lia’s head turned “They said later.” Ryujin raised her bottle again “To later.” and no one stopped her.
By dinner, the resort had the dangerous calm of a day pretending it had run out of chaos. It had not. It was only chewing.
The meal had been moved to the long outdoor table near the beach pavilion, far enough from the water that nobody could legally call it a drowning hazard, close enough that the ocean still sounded like it was eavesdropping.
Everyone looked sun-warmed. Tired. Fed. Too comfortable. That was usually when the worst things happened.
Sana and John returned from the water before sunset, damp-haired and smiling in completely different ways. Sana looked bright. John looked like someone had been forced to relax at emotional knifepoint and discovered, against his will, that it worked.
Momo noticed first.
“You look better,” she said, pointing her chopsticks at John. John looked down at himself “I only changed clothes.”
“No. Better.” Momo corrected as Sana beamed. “He was happy.”
John looked at her. Then at the table. Then back at her “I was present.” Sana’s smile widened “Happy.”
He sighed. “Fine. Happy.”
Nayeon slapped the table once. “Progress.” Jihyo lifted her drink. “Vacation progress.” Jeongyeon looked at her. “You are really not stopping anything today?” Jihyo took a sip as she told her “No.”
“That is concerning.”
“That is restful.”
Mina said, “It is an efficient reallocation of effort.”
Jihyo pointed at Mina “See?”
Dahyun leaned forward “So leadership has been temporarily suspended?”
“No,” Jihyo said.
Dahyun lowered an imaginary microphone “Leadership emotionally unavailable but physically present.”
I sat beside Yeji. That was normal. The fact that everyone kept looking at us was not— actually, that was also becoming normal. Which was concerning.
Yeji reached for the water pitcher at the exact same time I reached for her glass. Our hands crossed. She took the pitcher. I moved the glass closer. She filled it without looking.
I shifted the vegetables toward her before she noticed she had not taken any. She took one piece and placed two on my plate. “No skipping vegetables, Benjie.”
“I was not skipping.”
“You were prioritizing.”
“That sounds better.”
“Eat.”
“Yes, love.”
The table went quiet. Too quiet. I looked up. Everyone was staring. Yeji froze with chopsticks in hand “What?”
Nayeon leaned forward “You two are worse after the cabana.” That made Yeji go red immediately. “We are eating dinner.”
Mina nodded. “That does not disprove anything.” Chaeyoung pointed between us with her chopsticks. “True that.”
Yeji looked at her “That what?”
“That is married table behavior.”
The silence changed. Not shocked silence. Worse. Recognition silence. Mina looked at our plates. Then at the water glass. Then at Yeji’s hand still hovering near my vegetables like she was prepared to enforce nutrition through intimacy. “She is correct.”
Jihyo leaned back, delighted. “Very correct.”
“You are supposed to be responsible.”
“I retired this afternoon.”
“You cannot retire from responsibility.”
“I am not retiring. I am taking vacation leave.”
Jeongyeon nodded “It was approved.”
Yeji turned toward her “You too?”
Jeongyeon took a sip of water “I have eyes.”
Yuna gasped. “Wait. Is this what married people do? Plate management?” Momo nodded. “Yes it is, Yuna.”
Everyone turned to her. John stared “You have data?”
Momo pointed at his bowl “You need more rice.”
John looked down. There was more rice in his bowl than he remembered placing there. He looked at Sana. Sana smiled “I helped.” John closed his eyes “I am surrounded by married table behavior.”
Sana’s smile brightened. “Good.” That was when the entire conversation turned. Not sharply. Not loudly. But with the terrible elegance of a train finding a downhill track. Sana looked from John to me. Then from me to Yeji. Her gaze lingered on our hands. Then on Yeji’s plate. Then on the glass I had moved for her. Then on the way Yeji took one piece of meat, placed it on my plate, and whispered without looking at me “Eat that before it gets cold.” and I obeyed immediately.
Sana’s eyes widened. Not with surprise. With a want.
Oh no.
I was familiar with that expression. So was John. His shoulders tensed before Sana even spoke “Sana,” he said carefully. She pointed at Yeji and me “I want that.”
The table stopped. John looked at us. Then at Sana. Then at us again “Please define that.”
Sana smiled. Sweet. Bright. Absolutely useless. “That.”
John pointed at with no intent of table manners “That is not a definition.”
“It is if you understand.”
“I very much do not want to understand incorrectly.”
“That is why you think too much.”
Nayeon leaned forward “Oh, this is golden.”
Jihyo sipped her drink “and I am not stopping it.”
Yeji whispered, “Cowardly leadership.”
Jihyo smiled “Vacation cowardly leader.”
John looked at me like I had personally created a labor dispute in his relationship. I lifted both hands “Excuse me, I am eating the dinner my beloved girlfriend picked out for me.” That made Yeji blush a bit.
“You are setting standards.”
“I am demonstrating affection.”
“You are creating a benchmark.”
Mina nodded “Benchmark is accurate.”
John turned toward her “Mina.”
“What? His behavior is being used for comparison.”
Sana nodded quickly “Yes.”
John rubbed his forehead “I hate this.”
“You do not hate it,” Sana said.
“I hate that I understand it.”
“That is closer.”
Sana leaned toward him, both hands around his arm now. Not pulling. Not yet. Just anchoring herself “I want you to stop asking me what I want every five minutes.”
John blinked. The table quieted a little. Sana’s smile stayed, but the center of it softened. “I told you already. Only me today.”
“I know.”
“But you keep checking like you are still waiting for permission to want it too.”
That landed. Across the table, Nayeon’s expression softened. Mina looked down into her glass. Jihyo did not joke. John went still. Sana kept holding his arm.
“I want that,” she said again, and this time she did not point at the plates or the hands or the water glass.
She pointed at the ease. The claim. The way Yeji and I had stopped asking permission to belong beside each other for every little thing. John understood that time.
I saw it happen. Then Tzuyu, with the calm of a person gently placing a bomb on the dinner table, said “She might be asking you to put a baby in her too.”
The table died. Chopsticks stopped midair. Drinks froze halfway to mouths. The ocean reconsidered its involvement. John choked on absolutely nothing. Sana turned scarlet. Yeji made a sound that was half sympathy, half betrayal.
I slowly turned toward Tzuyu “Why would you say that?”
Tzuyu looked at me “What? That was also part of your ‘that’ as well.”
Nayeon screamed. Dahyun’s hand shot up “Clarification saves lives.” Jihyo covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking. Vacation mode had fully consumed her. Mina blinked slowly “The wording was imprecise but possible.”
Chaeyoung nodded, eyes shining “That is the danger of symbolic requests.”
Jeongyeon looked at Sana “You should define that.”
Sana had both hands over her face now “I did not say that.”
Tzuyu tilted her head “You did not say no.”
Sana peeked through her fingers “I said I want that.” John pointed weakly at her. “That has become a dangerous word.” I nodded in agreement, “Welcome to the problem.”
Ryujin lifted her drink “Conception dinner.”
Lia turned toward her immediately “No. We are not naming meals by conception status.”
Yuna gasped “Wait, does dinner get a theme?”
“No,” Jeongyeon said.
“But if lunch was family planning—”
“No.”
“Then dinner is—”
“No.”
Jihyo laughed harder. Momo looked at Sana with practical concern “Eat first.” Jeongyeon pointed at Momo “That is becoming a family motto.” Momo nodded “It’s a good motto.”
Sana lowered her hands just enough to look at John “I am not asking for a baby.” John exhaled in relief. Sana’s eyes shifted away “…Right now.”
The table exploded. John’s entire body shut down. Nayeon nearly fell out of her chair. Yuna screamed into Lia’s shoulder. Lia looked like she regretted having shoulders. Ryujin stood halfway up “Mad respect.”
Yeji grabbed my wrist under the table like she was preventing me from joining the wrong side of history. I squeezed her hand back “I said nothing.”
Sana looked at John again, still pink, still smiling, still somehow braver than all of us “I meant I want you to stop managing the moment before you feel it.” That quieted things again. This table had become terrible at staying in one emotion. Comedy. Softness. Violence. Tenderness. Back to comedy.
No turn signals.
John stared at Sana for a long moment. Then he looked at the table. At Momo watching him with calm approval. At Nayeon vibrating with excitement. At Jihyo laughing into her drink because she had fully abdicated from sanity. At Mina observing like she was filing emotional evidence. At Jeongyeon waiting with the patience of someone who knew exactly how long men could delay obvious choices.
At Yeji and me.
Unfortunately— though I do not know for whom, his face changed. Not dramatically. Not enough for everyone to notice at once. But I noticed. Because I knew my best buddy. I knew manager John, careful John. John who asked first, checked second, apologized third, and somehow still managed to be surprised when women loved him despite the paperwork inside his skull.
That John looked at Sana, and then he set his chopsticks down. Yup, my best buddy had finally snapped. Not badly. Romantically. Which was worse for everyone nearby.
“Okay,” John said. Sana blinked “Okay?”
“Yes.”
“To what?”
John stood. The table went quiet. Sana looked up at him. He did not explain. He did not ask if she wanted to leave. He did not check with Jihyo. He did not glance at Momo. He did not look at me for backup, and that was how I knew it was serious.
He stepped around the chair, bent down, and swept Sana into his arms.
Sana gasped, both arms flying around his neck.
The table detonated. Nayeon screamed like she had been personally rewarded. Yuna shot to her feet.
Ryujin slapped the table “Finally.”
Lia stared into her drink “Lift-based emotional economy has spread.”
Dahyun whispered, “Manager role abandoned at dinner.”
Jihyo, laughing openly now, lifted her glass “I am off duty.”
Mina smiled “Delayed but effective.”
Chaeyoung had already started sketching. Jeongyeon looked at John with approval. “There it is.” Momo watched Sana in John’s arms. Her smile was small. Satisfied. But not untouched, a little jealous, maybe. Not in a sharp way. In the way someone feels when she has already had her turn and still understands the beauty of being chosen again.
Sana stared at John. Her face was pink. Her eyes were bright “You are carrying me.”
“Yes.”
“In front of everyone.”
“Yes.”
“You did not ask.”
John looked down at her “No.”
Her smile changed. Soft. Wondering. Dangerous “Oppa.” He adjusted her carefully in his arms “I am off duty.” The sentence landed harder than anyone expected.
Even I felt it.
For once, John did not look like he was managing the room. He looked like he had left the room behind. Sana touched his face “Really?”
“Really.”
Nayeon made a wounded sound “That was so good.” Dahyun nodded solemnly. “Confirmed cinematic boyfriend moment.” John pointed at her without looking away from Sana “No reports.”
Dahyun lowered the imaginary microphone “Suppressed for romance.”
Tzuyu looked at Momo “Dinner first failed.”
Momo nodded “Sometimes it happens, if it is for a good cause, I will allow it.”
John started toward the path. Sana did not wave. She was too busy looking at him like he had finally understood the exact part of the day she had been asking for since breakfast.
The rest of TWICE watched in awe. Dahyun’s eyes were bright with catastrophic possibilities. Chaeyoung’s pen moved faster. Tzuyu looked thoughtful in a way that made Jihyo visibly nervous. The ones who already had their days watched differently. Momo looked fond and faintly possessive of her own memory. Nayeon looked jealous enough to start a lawsuit. Jeongyeon looked satisfied and mildly annoyed that men could, occasionally, learn. Mina watched quietly, but her smile had a softness she did not bother hiding.
Jihyo lifted her glass again “To vacation.” Everyone lifted something. Even if it was only water. Even if it was only a fork. Even if it was Lia’s second poor decision in a bottle.
“To vacation,” the table echoed.
John carried Sana down the path. For once, he did not look back to check if everyone was okay. That was how I knew Sana had won.
The table stayed quiet until they disappeared. Then Nayeon slapped both hands on the table “I want to file a complaint.” Jeongyeon sighed “Against who?”
“Standards.”
“That is not a person.”
“Ben started it.”
John was gone, so I inherited blame. Unfair yet expected. “I did not carry Sana.”
“You created environmental pressure,” Mina said. I stared at her “Mina?”
“What? He reacted to comparative behavior.” Chaeyoung nodded “It is cause and effect.”
“I am being framed by art and analysis.”
Jihyo pointed at me with her glass “You are being held accountable by gossip.”
“That is worse.”
Ryujin lifted her bottle “Worth it.”
Lia turned toward her slowly “You have said ‘worth it’ about every bad decision today.”
Ryujin considered that. Then nodded “Consistent brand.”
“You are drunk.”
“I am emotionally honest.”
“You are both.”
Ryujin tried to stand. The table watched. She succeeded for half a second. Then sat back down with dignity. “Gravity is jealous.” Yuna gasped “Unnie.”
“I am fine.”
“You are talking like Ben.”
“That is alcohol poisoning of personality,” Lia said.
Then Lia tried to set her bottle down and missed the table by one inch. Chaeryeong caught it before it fell. Everyone looked at her. Chaeryeong looked at Lia. “Yeah, you are done for the night, unnie.” Lia blinked “I was done before I started.”
“That is probably true.”
Yuna appeared beside Ryujin immediately, overly bright and delighted to finally be useful. “Come on, remaining portion unnie.” Ryujin’s head snapped toward her “Do not call me that.”
“You called yourself portion-deprived.”
“That was private grief.”
“You said it beside a bottle in public.”
“Same thing tonight.”
Yuna took Ryujin’s arm and hauled her upright with surprising strength. Ryujin leaned into her. Not heavily. Just enough. “I can walk.”
“Yes,” Yuna said. “In theory.”
“I am athletic.”
“You are sideways.”
Ryujin looked down at her feet. Then nodded once “The beach tilted against me.”
“It is not.”
“Jealous beach.”
Yuna grinned at us. “I got her.” Lia tried to stand next. Chaeryeong was already there. Not hovering. Not anxious. Just prepared.
She took Lia’s bottle away first. Lia looked at her hand like betrayal had occurred. “Tea would never do this.”
“You abandoned tea.”
“I had reasons.”
“You had Ben and Yeji.”
“Exactly.”
Chaeryeong slipped one arm around Lia’s waist. Lia blinked at her. “You are very calm.”
“I have been watching Momo unnie.” Momo looked up from her plate. “Nice save, Chaeryeong.” Chaeryeong smiled. Pleased. Not shy enough to hide it this time. Then she guided Lia away from the table. Lia pointed weakly toward me and Yeji. “They are dangerous.”
“I know.”
“They make people accessories to crime.”
“I know.”
“They said later.”
Chaeryeong paused. Then looked at us over her shoulder. “Later is dangerous.”
Yeji’s face went pink. I lifted one hand “Noted.” Chaeryeong nodded, as if filing it properly, then continued escorting Lia. Yuna and Ryujin moved ahead of them in a zigzag line that Yuna insisted was intentional. Ryujin called back, “I still have a remaining portion.”
“No, you do not,” Yeji said.
“You cannot deny inventory.”
“I can deny access.”
Ryujin stopped. Turned. Pointed at Yeji. “Respect.” Then Yuna dragged her onward. Jihyo watched them go “Should we help?”
Jeongyeon looked at the path. Then at Chaeryeong and Yuna handling their respective disasters. “No.”
Mina took a sip of water “They are managing.”
Chaeyoung smiled down at her sketchbook “It’s a new generation.”
Momo nodded. “They’re good girls.”
That made everyone unexpectedly quiet. Because it was true. Because it was sweet. Because Chaeryeong was not running from the group anymore. She was helping carry part of it. Yuna too, in her loud, ridiculous, sun-bright way. I felt Yeji’s hand find mine under the table. Mostly hidden. Mostly not. “You okay?” I asked softly.
She did not look at me “Do not manager-voice me.”
“That was boyfriend voice.”
“You used worried eyebrows.”
“I have expressive eyebrows.”
“You have guilty eyebrows.”
“I feel I have not earned guilt in the last ten minutes.”
She looked at me. I smiled. She tried not to, failed adorably. “Come on,” she said while taking my hand. I asked Yeji if she meant to our room to which she nodded yes.
“That sounded suspiciously responsible.”
“It is.”
“Are we sleeping?”
She stood. Looked at me. Then looked toward the path John had taken Sana down. Then back at me. “Eventually.”
My soul sat up straighter. Jihyo noticed. Of course she did. But she only lifted her glass and smiled. Vacation mode. Terrifying woman. Yeji pulled me away before anyone could ask questions. Smart woman.
The walk back to our room was quieter than the walk back from the cabana. Less reckless. Not less charged. The resort had settled into night around us. Lamps warmed the paths. The ocean was a dark moving thing beyond the palms. Somewhere behind us, dinner continued in softened pieces.
Nayeon probably filing more complaints. Jihyo pretending not to enjoy being off duty. Mina and Chaeyoung turning the whole day into evidence and art. Momo eating like the world made sense if the food was good. John and Sana very much not available for questions. Yeji walked beside me with her fingers laced through mine. No hiding now. No pretending.
When we reached the room, she kicked off her sandals first. Then looked at me “Today was insane.”
“That feels too gentle.”
“Today was criminal.”
“Better.”
“Lunch became family planning.”
“Yes.”
“Afternoon became a beach alibi.”
“Yes.”
“Dinner became Sana asking for unspecified ‘that.’”
“And Tzuyu providing maximum interpretation.”
Yeji covered her face “I cannot believe she said that.”
“I can.”
“You can?”
“Tzuyu sees the shortest route between two points and takes it without emotional traffic laws.”
Yeji laughed into her hands. Then dropped backward onto the bed. Still in her dinner clothes. Still sun-warm. Still pink at the edges from a day that had not stopped touching her. I joined her a moment later, lying beside her with enough space to pretend we were going to be reasonable. Neither of us believed in that.
For a while, we only stared at the ceiling. The room felt too quiet after the day. Not empty. Just ours. Yeji turned her head toward me “John carried Sana.”
She smiled. “Manager collapse.”
“Romantic retirement.” I added.
“He needed it.”
“So did she.”
Yeji nodded. Then silence returned. Not awkward. Thinking silence which was also a dangerous silence. Then she said, barely above a whisper, “We still never chose names.”
I turned my head. She was staring at the ceiling again. “No,” I said. “We did not.” Her fingers moved against the blanket. “Good.”
“Good?”
“If we chose them, everyone would be impossible.”
“Everyone is already impossible.”
“That is true.”
I watched her profile. The slope of her nose. The softness around her mouth. The way the bedside lamp caught the edges of her hair. My heart did something inconvenient “I thought of some.”
Yeji went still. Not dramatically. Not beach-pregnancy-coup still. Worse. Private still.
Slowly, she turned her head toward me. “What?”
“Names.” I continued. Her lips parted “You thought of names?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
Her eyes narrowed “That was today.”
“I am efficient when emotionally destroyed.”
“Benjie.”
“I was motivated.”
She rolled onto her side, facing me fully now. Not laughing. Not yet. Just careful. Yeji was curious. Already affected and trying to pretend she was not. “Tell me.”
I looked at her “You sure?”
“No.”
“Then—”
“Tell me anyway.”
I smiled faintly “For a boy, maybe Elias.”
Yeji blinked “Elias?”
“As a nickname. Something foreign enough that if he looks more like my mother’s side, it does not feel like we are pretending part of me is not there.”
Her expression softened. Because she knew. My father was Korean. My mother carried more than one map in her blood. European and Asian. A family tree that made people ask questions before they knew what they were asking. I had grown up in the middle of names, languages, rooms where people tried to guess which side of me they were speaking to.
Yeji had understood that before I ever put it into words. “You thought about if they look more like you,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Because they might.”
“Yes.”
“And if they look more like me?”
“Then he still gets both of us.”
Her eyes warmed. “But legal name?”
“If it’s a boy, I want to name him Hwang-Sung Jiho.”
She whispered it once “Hwang-Sung Jiho.”
The name changed in her mouth. Became less hypothetical. More dangerous “Why Jiho?”
“It sounds steady.” I told her as I looked into the ceiling. She looked at me. I kept my voice quiet. “Like someone I would want to teach gentleness before the world teaches him pride.”
Yeji’s eyes softened so much I nearly stopped there. But I had already started walking toward the cliff. Apparently, I intended to jump down headfirst.
She swallowed. “And if it is a girl?”
I breathed once, “Elena.”
Her face changed “Elena?”
“Nickname,” I said quickly “Not legal. Just something I might call her if she gets more of me in her face. If the world looks at her and gets confused before she can explain herself.”
Yeji went quiet. I kept going.
“Something soft enough for my mother’s side. Easy outside Korea. Easy in airports and schools and places where people make names harder than they should be.”
“You thought about airports?”
“You started school forms.”
Her mouth twitched “And you escalated to immigration.”
“Naturally.”
She looked at me for a long moment. Then asked “But that would not be her name?”
“No.”
“No?”
The room felt smaller. Her voice came softer. “Then what is her name?” I looked at her. Really looked “Hwang-Sung Hana.”
Yeji stopped breathing. Completely. I watched the name land. Not as sound. As future. Her fingers tightened in the blanket “Hana?”
I nodded “Because she would be our first.” Yeji’s eyes went glossy. “Our first child?”
“Yes. She would also be our first proof,” I said quietly “that something made from us could exist because we loved each other enough to believe in a future.”
The room disappeared. Not like the beach. Not like the cabana. This was quieter. More dangerous. Because there was no audience to turn it into a joke. No Jihyo to stop me. No Lia to drink. No Ryujin to complain about portions. No Yuna to ask about fun aunt paperwork.
Only Yeji. Only me. Only a name that suddenly felt too real for a child that did not exist.
Yeji stared at me like I had placed the whole future between us and asked her to hold it. “Benjie.”
“Too much?”
She shook her head. Fast. “No.”
Her voice had already changed. Lower. Thinner. Caught somewhere between overwhelmed and wanting. “Say it again.”
I swallowed “Hana.”
Her eyes closed “Again.”
“Hwang-Sung Hana.”
Her breath left her all at once. I saw it happen. The same ignition from the beach. The same private recklessness from the cabana. But deeper now. Not because of swimwear. Not because of public teasing. Because I had named something she had been trying not to want too loudly. She opened her eyes. They were wet. And dark. And absolutely fixed on me. “We are not ready,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“I cannot be pregnant right now.”
“I know.”
“Schedules. Contracts. Everything.”
“I know, love.”
Her fingers moved from the blanket to my shirt. Slowly. Not accidental. Not shy enough to hide “But I want it.”
I went very still. She saw that too. Her cheeks flushed, but she did not look away “Not tomorrow. Not literally. Not yet.” Her hand tightened in my shirt. “But someday.”
My chest ached “I know.” Yeji placed her hand on my cheek as she continued on, “I want someday with you.”
“That is not wrong.”
“It feels reckless.”
“Wanting a future is not reckless.” I reminded her.
“Wanting you like this is.”
“Then we can be reckless safely.”
Her breath caught. I lifted one hand and touched her cheek. She leaned into it immediately “You are allowed to want the fantasy without needing it tomorrow,” I said.
Her eyes shut. “You are allowed to want the name without rushing the life.”
Her fingers tightened. “You are allowed to want proof without making your body prove it tonight.”
A tear slipped out. She laughed once, embarrassed and breathless, even as she moved closer. “Do not make me cry before this.”
“I am validating you.”
“You are ruining me.”
“Same category tonight?”
She opened her eyes. The look in them should have warned me. It did. I ignored it. She moved closer until her forehead touched mine. “I know we are not ready for Hana,” she whispered. My breath caught “Yeji.”
“I know we are not making a family tonight.” Her hand slid into my hair. Her voice shook. Not from doubt. From wanting too much and choosing to say it anyway.
“But tonight, I want us to love each other like we’re trying for Hana.”
Everything in me stopped. Not paused. Stopped. Yeji saw it happen. Her blush deepened, but her eyes did not leave mine “Yeji.”
“I know.”
“You cannot say that and expect me to survive.”
“I am not asking you to survive.”
My hand tightened at her waist. She felt it. Her breath caught. For a second, neither of us moved. The whole room seemed to hold still around the future she had chosen. I leaned closer, slow enough that she could change her mind. She did not. Her fingers curled into my shirt and pulled “I want you,” she said.
The words came out quiet. Then she swallowed and said them again, stronger. “I want you now.” My forehead touched hers “You have me.”
“No.” Her voice shook. “Not like that.”
I searched her face. She was flushed. Bare. Completely present. No performance. No leader mask. No joke standing between her and the want anymore. “I want you to want it too,” she whispered.
My breath caught. She heard it. Her eyes softened and darkened at the same time.
“The name,” she said. “The future. Hana. I do not want to be the only one losing my mind over it.”
“You are not.” The answer left me too fast. Too honest. Yeji went still. I touched her cheek. “You are not,” I said again, lower now “I said her name because I wanted it too.”
Her fingers tightened in my shirt. “I know we cannot have that life tonight,” I whispered. “I know what is real. I know what has to wait.”
Her eyes shimmered “But if it were possible?” she asked. I closed my eyes for half a second. That was dangerous. Worse than dangerous. Because the answer was already there. Waiting.
“If Hana happened tonight, I would be terrified.” I said, voice barely steady, “But the fear would be nothing compared to the happiness I would feel.”
Yeji’s lips parted. I opened my eyes “And then I would spend the rest of my life trying to deserve the fact that she came from you.” Her breath broke “Benjie.”
“I would want her,” I admitted. “Not because we are ready. Not because it would be easy. Not because the world would be kind about it.” My thumb moved along her cheek “But because she would be ours.”
A tear slipped down the side of her face. She did not wipe it away. I did, carefully “If Hana happened tonight,” I whispered, “I would love her before I knew how to be ready.”
Yeji stared at me like the words had gone straight through her. Then she smiled. Small. Ruined. Certain. “If Hana happened tonight,” she whispered, “I think I would be the happiest person in the world.”
That was the moment I lost the last safe part of myself. I kissed her. She answered immediately. No hesitation. No pretending. No space left for the day or the dinner or the beach or anyone else’s laughter. Only her hands pulling me closer. Only her mouth under mine. Only the impossible warmth of her saying she would be happy.
Not afraid first. Not ashamed. Happy.
I pulled back just enough to breathe “Yeji.” She shook her head “No. Listen, Benjie.”
I went still. Her fingers slid into my hair.
Her voice trembled, but her eyes stayed locked on mine.
“I know I cannot get pregnant right now. I know we are not ready. I know contracts and schedules and everything still exist.” Yeji paused before continuing on, “But I want this feeling.” Her hand moved against my chest, right over my heart. “I want the part where we believe in her. I want the part where we love each other like she could be real.”
My throat tightened. She pulled me closer. “And I want you to love me now like we’re trying for Hana.”
The room went silent. Completely. I could hear her breathing. Feel her pulse under my hand. See the exact second she realized she had said it out loud and chose not to take it back. I leaned down until my mouth hovered over hers.
“My wife-girlfriend is incredible” I whispered.
Her face went red. But this time, she did not hide behind it. She looked straight at me. Then, quietly, she said “Just ‘wife’ for tonight.” Everything in me stopped again “Just wife?”
“Just wife.”
I kissed her again. Harder this time. Not careless. Not rough for the sake of rough. But with the part of me that had been trying to stay civilized finally matching the part of her that had stopped pretending she wanted less.
She pulled me over her. I went. Her back met the bed. Her hands stayed on me. Guiding. Demanding. Choosing. When I kissed along her cheek, she turned into it. When I kissed her jaw, her breath shook. When I paused at her neck, she whispered my name like a warning and an invitation in the same breath.
“Benjie.”
“I’m here.”
“Then be here.”
That ruined me more than anything else. Because I had been. All day. In pieces. At lunch. On the beach. In the cabana. At dinner.
In every joke that had accidentally become a promise. But now she was asking for all of me in one place. The man who wanted her. The man who loved her. The man who had named a daughter and meant it.
I kissed lower, then stopped only long enough to pull back and look at her. She opened her eyes immediately. Impatient. Soft. Burning.
“I need to hear it once more,” I said.
She knew what I meant. Her face flushed deeper. But she did not hide. She lifted one hand to my cheek and held me there “I want you.” My chest tightened “Again.”
Her lips parted. A small sound escaped her. Half frustration. Half ache. Then she said it clearer “I want you to love me now like we’re trying for Hana.”
The name hit both of us. I felt it in the way her body drew closer. In the way my hand tightened at her waist. In the way the air changed. “Hwang-Sung Hana,” I whispered. Yeji’s eyes closed. Her fingers curled into my skin.
“Elena when she travels,” I murmured. Her breath caught “Hana when she comes home.”
She opened her eyes again. Wet. Dark. Gone in the most present way possible “Our first proof,” she whispered.
“Our first proof,” I repeated.
She pulled me down. The kiss that followed did not feel like the cabana. That had been heat stealing a corner of the day. This was different. This was the whole night opening under us. This was want with a name. This was future turned into touch.
Her hands moved under my shirt, and the first press of her palms against my skin felt like permission and promise at the same time. I helped her lift the fabric away. She watched me the whole time. Not looking away. Not pretending.
When my shirt hit the floor, her hand settled over my chest again. Right above my heart “You would really be happy?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Yeji’s face softened. Then she smiled. Not shy. Not embarrassed “Yes,” she whispered. “Scared. Unready. In trouble with everyone.” A small laugh broke through her breath “But happy.”
My eyes burned. She touched my face “And you?” I swallowed “Terrified.”
“And?”
I leaned into her hand “Happy.” Her smile broke open. That was the final thing. Not the fantasy. Not the name. Not the heat. It was the fact that both of us were standing in the same impossible place and neither one of us was alone there.
Yeji pulled me down again. This time, there was no need to ask where the night was going. No need to joke. No need to soften the want until it became easier to survive.
She had said wife. She had said Hana’s name too. She had said trying. And I had answered. So when her hands moved, I followed. When her breath shook, I stayed. When she whispered my name again, I gave hers back against her mouth.
The lamp beside the bed cast everything in gold. Her hair spread across the pillow. Her eyes stayed on me. Steady now. Certain. “Love me like someday is real,” she whispered.
“I already love you, not someday— today. And it is very real.” I kissed her once more. Then I stopped talking.
And Yeji, my girlfriend, the love of my life, the one who wanted me to call her my wife in this moment— pulled the future close enough for us to pretend it had already begun.
I didn't just kiss her. I leaned into her, my mouth capturing hers with a slow, devastating hunger that felt like an oath. The bedroom was a sanctuary of gold and shadow, the distant roar of the ocean now nothing more than a heartbeat in the background. I started with her clothes. I didn't rush. In the cabana, the urgency had been a weapon, a frantic scramble against the clock. Here, I wanted to savor the shedding of every layer. I reached for the hem of her top, my fingers brushing the soft skin of her waist. She shivered, a small, jagged sound escaping her throat. I lifted the fabric slowly, watching the way the light played over her ribs, the curve of her breasts, the pale, perfect expanse of her stomach.
When Yeji’s shirt left her body, I didn't move to the next piece. I just looked at her. I looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered, as if she were a miracle I had finally been allowed to touch "You are so beautiful, Yeji."
She blushed, that familiar, endearing pink spreading across her cheeks, but she didn't look away. She reached for my chest, her fingers trembling slightly. She rested her palm directly on my heart— feeling its fast beat, her gaze locked on mine, her expression one of fierce, quiet certainty. "It's beating so fast," she whispered.
"It's trying to keep up with you."
I reached for the fastening of her skirt, my movements steady and devoted. I slid the fabric down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a thin set of lace of white underwear that did nothing to hide the way her body was reacting to me. I knelt before her, my hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin, the slight tremor in her muscles. I pressed a kiss to her knee, then her mid-thigh, then higher, my breath hot against her skin.
"Benjie..."
I looked up at her, my voice a low, rough shadow of itself "I want to love every inch of you. Not as a boyfriend. But as the man who gets to wake up next to you for the rest of his life."
Yeji let out a broken sob, a sound of pure, overwhelmed release. She reached down, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my face toward her. I stood up, lifting her effortlessly, her legs snapping around my waist as I laid her back against the sheets.
The mattress dipped under my weight as I crawled over her, my body a shield, a promise. I stripped out of my remaining clothes in a blur of motion, my cock already rigid, pulsing with a need that felt spiritual. When I returned to her, I spent a long time just kissing her. I kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth, and then I descended to her neck, tasting the salt and the sweetness of her.
My hand slid down, finding the lace of her underwear. I didn't yank them away. I slid them down slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. When she was completely bare beneath me, I paused. I looked at the curve of her hips, the soft dip of her waist, and the glistening, pink heat of her pussy. She was already wet, her natural juices shimmering in the lamplight, a silent invitation that matched the fire in her eyes.
I shifted, my hand sliding between her legs. I used my thumb to circle her clit, feeling the way she arched her back, her breath hitching in a rhythmic, needy cadence. I slid two fingers inside her, a wet, heavy squelch filling the quiet of the room. "Oh god," she gasped, her head tossing back into the pillow. "Ben... please."
"Tell me," my voice was thick "Tell me what you want, Yeji."
"I want you inside me," she whimpered, her legs tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. "I want to feel you. I want... I want the feeling of us. Of Hana."
The mention of the name was the final trigger. I positioned the head of my cock against her opening, rubbing the glans against her clit, teasing the entrance of her scorching heat. I felt her pulse against me, a desperate, rhythmic thrumming. I pushed.
The entry was a slow, agonizing friction. I felt her stretch, her tight walls gripping me with a fierce, devoted intensity. I buried myself deep, the head of my cock slamming against her cervix, filling her completely.
Yeji let out a long, shaking moan, her eyes rolling back as she clamped her legs around my hips. I stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt, just breathing her in. The silence of the room amplified the sound of our hearts hammering in sync. "I've got you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I've got you, Yeji."
I began to move. It wasn't the frantic, stolen rhythm of the cabana. This was a slow, grinding devotion. Every thrust was a word, every slide a vow. I watched her face, the way her features softened and tightened, the way she looked at me with a love so raw it felt like she was stripping my soul bare.
The sound of our bodies meeting was a wet, rhythmic percussion—the sound of my cock sliding through her— drenched in her juices, the soft slap of skin on skin. I reached up, capturing her hands and pinning them to the pillow beside her head, interlacing our fingers.
"Look at me," I commanded softly. She opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and drenched in desire. "I love you," I said, the words heavy and honest. "I love everything you are. I love the leader, I love the girl who blushes, and I love the woman who wants a future with me."
Yeji's eyes filled with tears. She didn't try to hide them. "I love you too, Ben. So much it scares me."
I increased the pace, my thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent. I could feel her walls pulsing around me, milking me, her internal muscles contracting in rhythmic spasms. She was close, I could tell by the way her breathing had turned into short, sharp gasps. I shifted my weight, grinding my pelvis against hers, focusing all the friction on her clit.
"Now, Yeji. Now," I groaned. She screamed my name, even the sound of her moaning my name felt amazing. I felt the violent waves of her orgasm ripple through her, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. The sensation was too much. I let out a low, guttural growl, my hips locking against hers as I emptied myself into her. I felt the heat of my cum flooding her, filling her to the brim, a white-hot release that left me shaking.
We collapsed into each other, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged heaves. I didn't pull out. I stayed buried inside her, savoring the feeling of her warmth and the way her heart was still racing against my chest.
"You okay?" I whispered, kissing her forehead. "I'm... I'm more than okay," she breathed, her voice airy and exhausted "I feel... I feel like I'm finally home."
I rolled to the side, taking her with me, our bodies still entwined. I held her close, my hand resting gently on her stomach. We both knew Hana wasn't there—not yet—but the gesture felt right. It felt like a promise.
But the fire hadn't fully died. The emotional high had only fueled the physical want. As I looked at her, seeing the way her hair was splayed across the pillow, the way her lips were swollen and red, I felt the need returning, stronger and more focused than before. "Again," I whispered.
Yeji looked at me, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She didn't say a word. She simply shifted, rolling onto her hands and knees, her back arching, her ass pushed out toward me in a silent, breathtaking invitation.
I moved behind her, my cock already throbbing, sliding back into her with a single, powerful surge. Yeji let out a sharp, loud moan that echoed in the room. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, anchoring her as I began to fuck her with a slow, grinding intensity.
"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, leaning forward to press my chest against her back. I began to kiss the nape of her neck, the sensitive skin behind her ear, my voice a dark caress. "Tonight you are my wife. My beautiful, brave wife."
"Ben... oh god, Ben," she whimpered, her head dropping forward.
I shifted my grip, one hand moving to her breast, kneading the soft flesh, my thumb rubbing her nipple into a hard peak. I hammered into her, the rhythm becoming more urgent, more consuming. I wasn't just seeking pleasure; I was seeking a connection that transcended the physical. I wanted to merge with her, to erase the line where I ended and she began.
"Tell me you want this," I panted, my breath hot against her shoulder. "Tell me you want the future."
"I want it!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I want everything! I want the house, I want the names, I want the chaos... I just want you!"
The honesty of her words pushed me over the edge. I accelerated, my thrusts becoming frantic, the sound of our bodies colliding becoming a wet, rhythmic thunder. I could feel her reaching her second peak, her internal walls fluttering and gripping me with a desperate intensity "Cum for me, Yeji! Give it to me!"
She shrieked, her body collapsing forward as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her. I followed her a second later, a violent, shaking release that felt like it was pulling the very soul out of my body. I pumped load after load of my seed deep inside her, filling her once again, the warmth of my climax mirroring the heat of her own.
We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the synchronized thumping of our hearts. I slowly slid out of her with a wet, sucking sound, then pulled her back into my arms, wrapping the sheets around us.
But as the minutes passed, the silence of the room began to feel heavy with a different kind of tension. The physical release had cleared the air, leaving only the raw, emotional truth of what we had discussed. I looked at Yeji, and I saw that she was still awake, her eyes searching mine.
"Ben," she whispered. "Yes, love?"
"Do you really mean it? About the names? About Hana?"
I tightened my hold on her, pulling her so close there was no air between us. "With every fiber of my being, Yeji. I know we aren't ready. I know the world would probably explode if we tried it tomorrow. But the fact that I can even imagine it... the fact that I can see you as the mother of my children... it's the most real thing I've ever felt."
Yeji let out a shaky breath, a single tear escaping and rolling down her cheek. I kissed it away "I was so scared," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I was scared that I was the only one who wanted the fantasy. That you were just being sweet, or that you were just playing along with the joke."
"It was never a joke. I meant everything I said and I meant it every time," I told her, my voice steady and sure. "I don't play with things like that, Yeji. Not with you." She buried her face in my chest, her shoulders shaking softly. I held her, rocking her gently, feeling the trust she was placing in me. It was a terrifying amount of trust, the kind that could ruin a person if they weren't careful. And I vowed, right then and there, to spend every day of the rest of my life protecting it. "I love you, Benjie," she whispered.
"I love you, Yeji. More than I have the words for."
The tenderness of the moment shifted back into a slow, simmering heat. It wasn't the hunger from earlier— it was something deeper, a quiet, enduring flame. I began to kiss her again, not with urgency, but with a reverent slow-motion that felt like a prayer.
I rolled her onto her back, my movements fluid and sure. I spent a long time exploring her body with my tongue and lips, tasting her skin, worshipping every curve. I focused on the places she loved most, the sensitive dip of her waist, the inner softness of her thighs, until she was arching beneath me, her breath coming in ragged, needy whimpers. "Please," she whispered, her eyes clouded with desire "I want to feel you again. One last time."
I moved over her, the weight of my body a comfort, a claim. As I entered her one more time, I didn't rush. I slid in millimeter by millimeter, feeling every ridge of her internal walls, every pulse of her heart. I stayed deep, my hips locked against hers, our eyes locked in a gaze that felt like it was stripping away everything but the truth.
"This is it," I whispered. "This is us."
"This is us," she echoed, her voice a fragile thread of sound.
I began to move, and this time, the rhythm was an echo of the future we had named. It was slow, deep, and infinitely tender. Each thrust was a promise of stability, a promise of home. I wasn't just fucking her; I was building something. Every time I slid deep into her, I imagined the life we would have, the house we would share, the way the light would look in a nursery one day.
"Hwang-Sung Hana," I murmured against her lips. Yeji gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Hana… That’s her name."
The name acted as a catalyst. The emotional weight of it merged with the physical sensation, creating a synergy that was almost too much to bear. I could feel her beginning to peak, not from the friction, but from the sheer intensity of the love flowing between us. Her body began to shake, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered completely to the feeling "I've got you," I groaned, my voice breaking. "I've got you, babe."
I accelerated my pace, the movements becoming more powerful, more consuming. I felt her internal walls clenching around me in a violent, beautiful climax, her body pulsing in waves of ecstasy that threatened to pull me under. I let out a loud, ragged cry, my body shaking as I pumped the final, most intense load of cum deep into her. I felt the pressure build and release, the warmth of my seed filling her, a final seal on the vow we had made in the dark.
We stayed locked together, the world narrowing down to the point where our bodies met. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just held her, feeling the slow ebb of the orgasm and the steady, grounding beat of our hearts.
"Ben," she whispered, her voice sounding as if it had come from a great distance. "I'm here."
"Thank you for loving me like this."
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her face was radiant, her eyes wet and glowing, a look of absolute peace and belonging that I had never seen before. I kissed her one last time—a soft, lingering press of lips that tasted of salt, sweat, and an impossible kind of hope. "Thank you for letting me," I replied.
I slid out of her slowly, the wet sound a final punctuation mark to the night. I pulled the duvet over both of us, tucking her into the crook of my arm. Yeji curled into me, her head resting on my chest, her hand splayed over my heart.
The room was quiet again, but it was a different kind of silence. It was no longer the silence of anticipation or the silence of fear. It was the silence of a conclusion.
"We really are terrible at being responsible today." Yeji murmured, her voice growing heavy with sleep. I smiled, kissing the top of her head. "The worst."
"I think... I think I'm okay with that."
"Me too."
I felt her breathing slow, her body relaxing into mine as sleep finally claimed her. I stayed awake for a little longer, watching the way the dim light of the lamp cast shadows across her face. I thought about the beach, the cabana, the dinner, and the names. I thought about the road ahead, the contracts, the schedules, and the inevitable chaos of their world.
But as I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the woman I loved pressed against me, I knew that none of it mattered. We had found a way to be real in a world of performance. We had found a way to love each other with a depth that terrified us and healed us all at once. I tightened my grip on her, pulling her closer into the safety of my arms.
"Goodnight, Yeji." I whispered into the darkness. And as I drifted off to sleep, I could have sworn I felt her smile against my chest.
Morning arrived quietly. No alarms, something I’ve gotten used to in this vacation. Only pale sunlight slipping through the curtains and Yeji asleep beside me. For a while, I watched her. Her hair was everywhere. One hand rested near her face. The other had found my chest sometime during the night and stayed there, as if even asleep she needed confirmation that I had not gone anywhere.
I turned toward her carefully. Her eyes opened before I could move closer. Barely. Sleep-soft and unfocused. “Morning,” I whispered. She made a small sound. Not quite a word.
I kissed her forehead. Then her nose. Then her mouth. Gentle. Unhurried. “Good morning, wife.” Her eyes opened properly. The memory of last night returned all at once. I saw it happen in the color spreading across her cheeks. “Still?” she asked.
“Still what?”
“Wife.”
I looked at her “Did you intend for the position to expire overnight?”
She tried to hide her smile against the pillow “No.”
“Then good.”
I kissed her again. She caught my face before I could pull away and kept me there for one more. Then another. When she finally released me, her eyes were warmer.
Still sleepy. Still emotionally somewhere inside the future we had invented together. My gaze moved down. The blanket had settled around her waist. Her stomach was still mostly covered. I moved lower. Yeji blinked “Benjie?”
I lifted the edge of the blanket just enough to press a kiss against her stomach. She went completely still.
“Good morning, Hana.” Yeji stopped breathing. I kissed the same place again. “Your mother is awake.”
“Benjie.”
“She is pretending this is embarrassing.”
“It is embarrassing.”
“She likes it.”
Yeji’s fingers slipped into my hair. She did not push me away. I rested my cheek gently against her stomach. “I should warn you about her,” I continued.
Yeji looked down at me “You should not.”
“She is stubborn.”
“Benjie.”
“She forgets to eat when she is working.”
“You are talking to my stomach.”
“And she tries to carry everyone by herself.”
Her expression changed. The embarrassment remained. But something softer moved beneath it. Something that made her fingers tighten slightly in my hair. “She is also the bravest person I know,” I said. Yeji became quiet. “She will tell you she is not. Do not believe her.”
“Benjie.”
“She gets scared. She doubts herself. Sometimes she thinks being strong means nobody is allowed to notice.” Her eyes shimmered. I pressed another kiss to her stomach
“But she keeps choosing people anyway.” My voice softened “She chose me.” Yeji’s lips trembled “And that is the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Stop.”
“You do not mean that.”
“No,” she whispered. “But I am going to cry.”
“That is allowed.”
“It is too early.”
I looked at her stomach again “Your mother has rules about when emotions are permitted.” Yeji laughed through the tears gathering in her eyes “She cannot hear you.”
“I know.”
“Hana is not actually there.”
“I know.”
The words hurt a little. Not badly. Just honestly. I kissed her stomach once more “But I love her mother enough that someday feels worth greeting.”
Yeji covered her mouth. A tear escaped anyway. I moved back up immediately. She caught me and pulled me against her before I could apologize. Her face disappeared against my neck. “You are horrible,” she whispered. “I said nice things.”
“That is why.” I held her. She stayed there until her breathing steadied. Then she leaned back enough to look at me. “You really love me that much?”
“More.”
“More than what?”
“Whatever amount frightened you enough to ask.”
Her eyes filled again “Benjie.”
“I love you.”
She kissed me before I could say anything else. Softly at first. Then with enough feeling that I forgot morning had anywhere else to go. When she pulled away, her forehead remained against mine “I love you too.”
“I know.”
“And if Hana could hear you someday…”
My chest tightened. Yeji glanced down between us. Her hand settled over her stomach “I think she would already know how much you love her.” I placed my hand over hers “She would know how much I love you.”
“That too.”
“Mostly that.”
Yeji smiled. Then looked down at our hands. “Good morning, Hana,” she whispered. My heart stopped. She heard my breath catch. Her smile widened. Emotionally drunk. Still committed. Emotionally, still my wife.
“Your father is strange,” she told her stomach.
“I am not taking criticism during family time.”
“He talks too much.”
“You like that.”
“I do.”
She looked at me again. Soft. Happy. Completely unguarded. Then her stomach growled beneath our hands. We both froze. I looked down. Yeji covered her face “That was not Hana.”
“I know.”
“She did not answer you.”
“I know.”
“I am hungry.”
I kissed her stomach again “Your mother requires breakfast.”
Yeji groaned. But she was laughing when she pulled me back up. That was how the morning began. With sunlight. With kisses. With Yeji in my arms. And with Hana still years away from us. But already loved enough to be told good morning.
Breakfast was already half alive by the time we arrived. The resort staff had set everything outside again, under shade and morning light. The ocean was too bright. The coffee smelled too strong. Ryujin sat wearing sunglasses indoors. The table was outside. This somehow made it worse.
I sat beside Yeji. She reached for coffee. I watched her hand. She noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You are looking at my coffee.”
“I look at many things.”
“Benjie.”
“It is breakfast.”
She narrowed her eyes “You are being suspicious.”
“I am always suspicious.”
“No. This is specific suspicious.”
Before I could defend myself, Yeji looked from her coffee to the soft eggs near the center of the table. Her brows drew together. Not idol leader brows. Not girlfriend brows. Something worse. Household logistics brows.
“Benjie.”
“Yes?”
“Are coffee and runny eggs safe for Hana?”
I choked on my coffee. The table went silent. Not normal silent. Not scandal silent. Worse. A silence with a name in it. Nayeon slowly lowered her fork “Hana?”
Jihyo put her coffee down with great care “Who is Hana?”
Yeji froze. I froze with her. Mina looked between us “That sounded like a name.” Chaeyoung’s pen stopped moving “Not a joke name.” Tzuyu tilted her head “That sounded like a future name.”
Yeji’s face went red. “I know she is not—”
“Hana,” Nayeon repeated, louder now “You named her?”
“We did not—”
I tried to speak. Failed. Because my brain had already moved past explanation and into crisis management. The problem was not that everyone had heard her. They had. The problem was not that Hana did not exist. She did not. Not yet.
The problem was that, for one completely sincere second, I looked at the eggs and thought ‘Absolutely not.’
I took the coffee from Yeji’s hand. Her eyes widened. Then I moved the runny eggs away from her plate “Do not eat those.” The second silence was worse than the first. Yeji stared at me “Benjie.”
“I do not know how long they have been sitting out.”
“They just arrived.”
“That is not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“You asked if they were safe.”
“Hypothetically.”
“I heard you.”
Lia lowered her forehead onto the table “No.” Ryujin slowly removed her sunglasses. Her face carried the solemn exhaustion of someone witnessing civilization collapse before breakfast “They thought of a name.”
Lia’s voice came muffled against the table “They’re committed.”
Ryujin looked toward the breakfast bar “If they committed, we need alcohol.”
“We are hungover.”
“That means we already started.”
“That is not how recovery works.”
“It is how consistency works.”
Chaeryeong immediately moved both of their coffees closer “No.” Momo placed toast between them “Eat.”
Ryujin looked at the toast “Can toast erase memory?”
“No.”
“Then bring back the bottle.”
I turned toward the nearest server because apparently I was now operating under imaginary prenatal breakfast protocol “Excuse me. Could we have fully cooked eggs? And hot water, please.”
Yeji touched my arm “Benjie, I can still drink coffee.”
“You can have some.”
“Some?”
“One cup.”
Her mouth fell open. I looked at the cup I had taken from her. Then reconsidered “Half.”
“Benjie.”
“And more water.”
Nayeon made a sound so high it might have summoned wildlife “He is already doing father things.”
Ryujin pointed weakly at me “Father-husband mode.”
“I noticed,” Lia muttered.
“He became both at once.”
“I noticed that too.”
Yeji was still staring at me “You know I am not actually pregnant.”
“I know.”
“And Hana is not actually here.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you taking away my breakfast?”
I looked at the runny eggs. Then at her “Because you asked me if they were safe for our daughter.”
Yeji stopped. So did I. Our daughter. I had said it without thinking. No hesitation. No joke protecting it. No legal disclaimer. Yeji’s expression softened so quickly that every ridiculous thing I had just done became worth it. “Oh,” she whispered.
The table went quiet again. Softer this time. Mina looked down at her cup. Chaeyoung’s pen moved again, slower now. Jihyo leaned back in her chair, watching us with a smile that was too fond to be harmless. Nayeon whispered, “They are doomed.”
Tzuyu nodded “Already named.”
I cleared my throat “You can have the coffee.”
Yeji reached for it. I moved it slightly farther away “After water.”
“Benjie.”
“Father-husband mode continues,” Ryujin said.
Lia lifted one exhausted hand “Bottle.”
Chaeryeong placed water in it instead “No.”
Jihyo, meanwhile, had decided that mercy was also on vacation “And Ben.” I looked up “If TWICE is not invited to the wedding and baby shower, you are in trouble.”
“Obviously,” Yeji answered before I could. The table turned toward her. She did not retreat. Emotionally drunk. Still my wife from last night. Apparently remaining that way through breakfast “All nine of you,” she continued. “But nobody is allowed to fight during the ceremony.”
Nayeon frowned “What counts as fighting?”
“Whatever you are already planning.”
“I was only going to discuss seating.”
“You were going to rank the seats.”
“They should be ranked.”
Jihyo smiled into her coffee “I also want planning rights.”
“For the wedding or the baby shower?” Yeji asked.
“Both.”
Yeji considered it seriously “You can help with the wedding.”
“And the baby shower?”
“We can plan that together.”
My coffee stopped halfway to my mouth, Jihyo nodded “Good.” Dahyun raised one hand “What theme?”
Yeji looked at me. Then down at the cooked eggs in front of her. Then at the water. Then at the coffee she had been reduced to half-owning “Something warm,” she said. “Yellow and white, maybe.” Chaeyoung smiled softly “That suits Hana.” Yeji’s face turned pink again. But she nodded “For Hana.”
My heart became useless. Nayeon raised one hand “I want invitation approval.”
“No,” Yeji and Jihyo said together.
“Why do you two already have a committee?”
“Because you would create a seating war,” Jihyo said.
“I would create a seating hierarchy.”
“That is worse,” Mina said.
Dahyun lifted an imaginary microphone “Wedding committee established before engagement. Sources describe emotional inevitability.”
“No reports,” I said.
“Suppressed by future father.”
“Hypothetical future father.”
Tzuyu looked at me “You said ‘our daughter’ to Yeji in front of us.”
I looked down at my plate “Evidence mishandled.”
The fully cooked eggs arrived. Momo placed them in front of Yeji before I could even reach “Eat this.” Yeji looked at the plate. Momo nodded “Safe for Hana.”
Yeji covered her face. The table broke. Not loudly this time. Softer. Because everyone knew the joke had become something warmer than a joke. I placed the water beside Yeji. Then moved her coffee close enough to be merciful “Half,” I reminded her.
She lowered her hands and looked at me with helpless affection “Yes, husband.”
My entire brain stopped working. Lia lifted her head “Oh no.”
Ryujin slowly turned toward the bar “Now we definitely need the bottle.”
Chaeryeong put more toast in front of her “No.”
Breakfast tried to become normal after that. It failed. But it tried. Yeji ate the cooked eggs. I watched her eat the cooked eggs. She noticed me watching her eat the cooked eggs. Neither of us said anything about Hana. Which meant everyone else did. Momo looked satisfied “Good policy.”
Yeji closed her eyes “Do not call it policy.”
“What? Hana should eat.”
The table broke again. That was when Sana arrived properly into the conversation. She had been quiet for too long. That was always a warning. She sat beside John, looking entirely too bright for someone who had been carried away from dinner like a romantic emergency.
John looked calm. Which meant Sana had either fixed him or broken him in a more efficient direction. Possibly both. Sana stirred her juice. Then she looked at Yeji. Then at me. Then at the wedding committee forming itself around Hana’s imaginary baby shower.
Slowly, she turned toward John “Should I also consider baby names?”
John’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. Nayeon made a sound like she had been waiting all night for this. Jihyo slowly put her coffee down. “We made it almost twenty minutes. That is a new record.” Mina did not check anything and still looked precise “Nineteen minutes, forty-two seconds.”
Chaeyoung smiled “Breakfast continuity.”
Dahyun whispered, “Seasonal theme confirmed.”
John looked at Sana “Please define consider.”
Sana smiled “Think about.”
“That did not help.”
I took a sip of coffee. “For strategic planning, you should first consider the reaction of several million ONCEs discovering that Sana is carrying John’s child.”
John choked. Sana went pink. Nayeon screamed. Jihyo pointed at me “You are banned from strategic planning before noon.” Mina nodded. “Risk assessment is severe.”
Tzuyu added, “The internet would not survive.”
Dahyun lifted an imaginary microphone “Global systems collapse under romantic confirmation.”
Sana hid behind her glass “I was only asking.”
Tzuyu looked at her “You asked with interest.”
Sana’s ears turned red. John stared at the table “I need breakfast to become less dangerous.” Jihyo looked at Sana. “If you are considering baby names, I want naming rights before Nayeon.”
Nayeon gasped “Why before me?”
“Because I asked first.”
“I am THE OLDEST.”
“That does not make you good at names.”
“It gives me authority.”
“It gives you seniority.”
“Same thing.”
“No.”
Sana smiled between them “You can both suggest names.”
“That is not naming rights,” Nayeon complained.
“It is more than you had ten seconds ago,” Jeongyeon said.
Jihyo accepted this victory with another sip of coffee. Sana nodded as if this settled it. Then she looked at the wedding committee again. Then at Yeji’s cooked eggs. Then at John “We could have a double wedding.”
John noticed the look too late. “No.”
The answer came immediately. The table went silent. Sana’s face fell. Beautifully. One hand drifted toward her stomach “Oh.”
John closed his eyes “Sana.”
“You would not marry me.”
“That is not what I said.”
“Even if I were carrying your child.”
“Sana, please.”
Her shoulders curled inward. She lowered her eyes to her plate with devastating, completely manufactured grief “I understand.”
“You absolutely do not.”
“I would have to raise our baby alone.”
“There is no baby.”
“And apparently there will be no wedding.”
“I said no to the double wedding.”
Sana touched her chest “He does not want to marry the mother of his child.”
The entire table erupted. “Boooo!”
Even I joined in. “Boooo! John, booo.”
John stared at me “You too?”
I placed a hand over my heart “Especially me.”
“You became a father six minutes ago.”
“And I already know better than to reject the mother of my child.”
Yeji leaned forward, deeply offended on Sana’s behalf “She would be pregnant, John.”
“She would not be pregnant.”
“But if she were,” Yeji insisted, “you cannot make her plan a wedding alone.”
John stared at her “You planned your hypothetical baby shower thirty seconds ago.”
“Which means I understand the emotional burden.”
Jihyo nodded “She does.” John looked around the table. “You have all lost your minds.” Sana sniffled “My baby and I deserve better.”
Yeji reached across the table and took her hand “You can share our baby shower.”
Sana’s grief disappeared for half a second “Really?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you.”
Then she remembered she was abandoned and looked mournfully at John again “At least Hana’s father loves her.” I placed a hand over my heart again “Always.”
John pointed at me “Hana does not exist.”
I frowned “Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth.”
The table broke. Ryujin slowly raised her head from beside her coffee “Marry Sana.”
“There is nobody to marry right now.” John pressed on the bridge of his nose.
Lia winced “That was worse.”
“Much worse,” Yeji agreed.
John looked at her in disbelief “You are supposed to be reasonable.”
Yeji pulled her plate closer “I am planning a wedding and protecting Hana.”
“From what?”
She looked at her fully cooked eggs. Then at her water. Then at the half cup of coffee I had allowed back into her possession “Breakfast negligence,” she said.
My heart gave up again. Lia lowered her forehead back onto the table “I hate how committed they are.” Ryujin reached weakly toward the breakfast bar “I love them. Bottle.”
Chaeryeong placed more toast in front of both of them “No.”
AVISOS: Nessa história a Yeji é sua irmã adotiva, a Ryujin é a melhor amiga da Yeji e ambas são mais velhas que você. Também tem smut, creampie, threesome, handjob, blowjob, age gap, sexo sem camisinha, leitora tem um pênis.
📌 obs: sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.
Seus pais a deixaram em casa com Yeji, que era sua "babá". Yeji era cerca de três anos mais velha do que você, uma diferença de idade não muito grande, mas mesmo assim você era a irmã mais nova dela.
Você se sentou no sofá, do outro lado estava sua irmã mais velha e a amiga dela, Ryujin. Você também era muito próximo de Ryujin, mas vocês só interagiam quando ela aparecia.
Atualmente você e as duas meninas mais velhas estavam assistindo a um filme de terror, você mudou de posição, agora deitada no colo de Ryujin enquanto o filme passava.
Em algum momento do filme você ficou "entediada" e foi para o seu quarto, deixando as meninas mais velhas na sala de estar.
O verdadeiro motivo pelo qual você foi para o quarto foi o calor incômodo entre suas pernas. Ryujin estava acariciando suas orelhas, seu cabelo, seu pescoço, as mãos dela descia até mesmo sobre seu peito.
Os dedos da mais velha passearam muito pelo seu peito, e você não aguentou mais, pedindo um tempo para ficar sozinha no seu quarto.
Você tentou de tudo para tirar sua mente da situação, mas sem sucesso. Então, você cedeu, enfiando as mãos no suéter.
Você baixou a calça, deslizando a mão sobre o pênis que endurecia lentamente, pequenos gemidos saíram de seus lábios enquanto você começava a pensar descaradamente em Ryujin a masturbando.
Você enfiou as mãos dentro da cueca, agarrou o seu pau e o acariciou lentamente, o sêmen escorria da ponta, o cobrindo perfeitamente.
Pouco depois de tirar a cueca, completamente nua, você começou a se masturbar ininterruptamente. Você fechou os olhos e começou a pensar na mais velha, em como ela era bonita, no jeito que ela ria, em tudo o que ela tinha de bom.
Você deixou sua mente vagar, tanto que acabou choramingando e gemendo o nome da garota mais velha, sem nem mesmo perceber seus sons ficaram mais altos, a ponto delas poderem ouvi-la por cima do filme.
Você não sabia, mas Yeji pediu a Ryujin para ela ver como você estava, e ela foi fazer. Em vez de bater na sua porta, como ela estava ligeiramente entreaberta, Ryujin apenas a empurrou levemente e deu uma espiada.
O que ela viu a chocou. Ela ouviu você choramingar o nome dela, depois viu você se exitar com isso? Ela apertou as coxas e mordeu o lábio, continuando a observá-la.
— Hum, Ryu... – Você gemeu, a garota mais velha apenas observou mais intensamente enquanto suas mãos aceleravam, agora usando as duas mãos para bombear seu pau.
Do ponto de vista de Ryujin, você é tão grande que ela diria que você tem pelo menos 24 centímetros, perfeitamente depilada e macia. Ela queria tocá-la, e você também queria. Você estava cada vez mais perto do orgasmo, mas Ryujin não conseguiu mais se segurar e entrou no seu quarto.
— Está tudo bem aí, lindinha? – Ela disse, o que a assustou, você cobriu a parte inferior do corpo com uma coberta, mas ela se sentou na cama.
Ela acariciou suas pernas cobertas e olhou para você.
— O que você estava fazendo, baby? – Ela perguntou com um tom de voz tão sedutor que fez você se derreter.
— Eu estava... – Você choramingou, mas não conseguia nem se concentrar, pois Ryujin passou a mão pela sua coxa, tão perto de tocar seu pau ereto.
Ela a olhou nos olhos enquanto continuava a se arrastar para cima, e finalmente, puxou a coberta para baixo. Ela colocou as mãos em volta da base, olhando para você com um sorriso convencido.
Ela então começou a acariciá-la lentamente.
— Um pau tão bonito... – Ela disse, sua voz se aprofundando à medida que avançava.
Seus lamentos aumentaram, tanto que Yeji acabou entrando, e assim que ela abriu a porta, você gozou para Ryujin. A menina mais velha diminuiu o ritmo, enquanto Yeji entrava mais no quarto, sussurrando algo para Ryujin e você só observando.
A garota mais velha começou a se despir, e em seguida, puxou Ryujin e começou a beijar a mais velha.
As duas garotas sorriram, seus corpos se encostaram um no outro e gemeram durante o beijo. Ryujin segurou o pescoço de Yeji enquanto se beijavam, Yeji jogou a cabeça para trás, permitindo que Ryujin tivesse livre acesso para começar a marcá-la.
Yeji gemeu para Ryujin, mas seus olhos se concentraram em você, observando como você ficava mais dura a cada segundo.
As meninas se separaram e Yeji foi até você, engatinhando pela cama enquanto Ryujin se despia. Ela lentamente levou seu pênis à boca, a chupando por alguns segundos antes de alinhar seu pênis com a entrada dela.
Yeji mordeu o lábio enquanto uma pequena série de gemidos saía de seus lábios.
— Ah. – Ela gemeu, finalmente alcançando a base de seu pau.
— Puta que pariu, você é enorme... – Ela disse quicando no seu pau.
Ryujin veio por trás e segurou o quadril dela, controlando a velocidade da garota enquanto você ocupava suas mãos com os seios dela.
A atenção rapidamente se voltou para Yeji e para ajudá-la a terminar, você deitou a garota de costas, agora estocando dentro da mais velha.
Ryujin se posicionou melhor, para que ela e Yeji pudessem se beijar e você começou a tocar a garota. Ela rompeu o beijo e começou a gemer para você, você se afastou de Yeji e penetrou Ryujin.
A penetração aleatória a pegou desprevenida, fazendo-a gemer tão alto que nem você nem Yeji jamais imaginaram que ela pudesse gemer tão alto.
Ryujin enfiou os dedos dentro da menina mais velha e começou a enfiá-los e tirá-los tão rápido que Yeji gozou antes do tempo.
As pernas da garota tremeram enquanto ela tentava fazer com que Ryujin diminuísse a velocidade ou parasse, mas ela não fez nada disso. Ela começou a esfregar o clitóris, mas você levantou Ryujin, colocando-a de quatro e começou a penetrar ela novamente.
Você podia sentir as paredes dela ficando estupidamente apertadas em torno do seu pau, você começou a se contorcer dentro dela. Ela logo gozou, cobrindo completamente o seu pau, você saiu de dentro de Ryujin, Yeji voltou e levou o seu pau para dentro da boca dela.
Ela engoliu todo o seu pau, o absorvendo completamente até começar a engasgar, em seguida, acariciou o seu pau, enquanto Ryujin mergulhava os dedos novamente dentro da garota.
O corpo de Yeji tremia com força, os pequenos gemidos que saíam da boca dela vibravam contra você, fazendo com que você gozasse na garganta dela, mas ela o retirou antes que você conseguisse, Ryujin se aproximou e fez com que você gozasse sobre as duas.
A garota mais velha continuou a acariciar seu pau, prolongado seu orgasmo. Vocês três ficaram ofegantes, tentando recuperar a compostura.
Quando as meninas finalmente conseguiram se acalmar, vocês ouviram seus pais abrirem a porta da frente.
Tags: Halloween, shrinking, trick or treat, Dungeons & Dragons (DnD) kinda style (?), game master, lowkey story driven, somewhat bi
Note from writer: (HIYAAA ALL! I'm trying a bit of a new format for my smuts so it looks more organized. Plus, I'll be trying to finish this Halloween story before the end of this week, 5th of November 2023. Cheers all and happy Halloween <33)
(just a lil fyi to readers, DnD heavily relies on the dices results, the higher the number, the higher the damage. how much? depends on the one that controls the game aka me :3)
Halloween, that time of year again. Where the self-proclaimed 'spooky' seasons are at. Children running around in costumes, even adults too to celebrate with a well known tradition, trick or treating. Both JYP and SM Ent have proposed a collaboration of the festive season by making a 'trick or treat' event, where two leaders from their respective companies; Yeji and Karina will knocking door to door to greet fans on the occasions. At first it was kind of a fun event, meeting people excited to see them, gifting nice presents and candy, not to mention the children's heart melting wishes for them, making both Yeji and Karina enjoy the day, until they reached the last house in their little event.
For some reason, the production crew was nowhere to be seen when they reached the area of the house, a deserted terrace, well decorated for Halloween. 30 mins goes by and still, nobody there, not to mention the bad reception there. "Maybe they're waiting for us inside?" Yeji suggested, the two leaders both shrugging and though maybe they are already in there. So they walked up to the front door, two knocks on the door from Karina's knuckle as they called out. "Trick or treat~" the two girls were in sync, hoping for a response. The wooden door creaks open as an old man peeks through, checking out who was knocking on his door. "Oh my, visitors!" He exclaimed, shocked to see the both Karina and Yeji stood in front of his front door, not because they're idols but rather because he has nobody knocking on his door, which clearly left the two girls with question marks.
"I thought the crew told the neighborhood about us coming." Karina whispered to Yeji, only for her to just nod in confusion. The old man guided them in, walking into the large interior of the terrace while the oldie kept on going about and talking until they reached the living room; where it was decorated too well for only that man to be living alone. A bonfire well lit and beautiful scenery of beauty and ominous vibe, a coffee table that is filled with jars and boxes of sweets and chocolates. But the thing that caught the eyes of Karina and Yeji weren't the mouthwatering sweets, it's the board game in the center of the table. "Are you a DnD player sir?" Karina asked, which the old man happily nodded and chuckled. "I used to be a game master for my friends back in the day, before they all moved away..." he kept a big smile, but something about him just makes everything so horrific, worse than any other horror movie they've seen.
Both Karina and Yeji sat together at the coffee table, facing the old man as they made some small talk. Eventually they grabbed some of the chocolates from the boxes and jars, and not gonna lie, it was good, until a sudden blurriness covers their eyesight. Yeji smacks the table, coughing as she faced difficulties to breath, and so did Karina. "Nghhh-! What's in that thing?" Yeji asked, looking up to the old man who was silent, smirking as the two girls were looking like they were on the verge of death itself, as if their lungs are shrinking. "Yeji....I can't...breathe" Karina voiced for help, but what can Yeji do? She's in the same boat as her. "Fuuuck....help..." Yeji's defeated voice fades as both her and Karina collapsed, soon everything turns black.
"Huh???" A confused Yeji shook her head, looking around. Karina just got up herself it seems, shaking her head as they looked around. "Where are we?" Karina asked, but the deep stare they gave each other just amplifies their confusion. "Well good morning girls~ welcome- to my WORLD" the old man's voice echoes, introducing himself as The Game Master. "Game Master....board game...DnD! Yeji! We're in a DnD game!" Karina yelped out as a staff suddenly appears in her hands. And so did her appearance change from her usual wear to one that a mage would wear in the medieval shows. And so did Yeji, transforming into what seems to be a knight, with a sword and shield on each hand and a shining silver armor. "Much better! Now, your mission girls...is to amuse me!" The Game Master exclaimed, clapping his hands once as he announced. "I summon, 20 bandits!" His orders turns to a reality, 20 bandits equipped with knives surrounding them.
"Hnggh- guess there's no running here." Yeji grabbed her sword and slashes one of the bandits, no effects happened. "What...?" Yeji, looks puzzled, she was sure to have killed that thing. Yeji's clueless face just made Karina sigh. "I cast fire spell on the 20 bandits" She casted, and with her wand, a gigantic 20-sided dice is shown. as it bounces around it shows the number 17, making Karina smirk. "Bingo." As the dice disappears into thin air fire ignites as 17 of the bandits reduces to ashes, leaving them only to deal with 3 more of those mobs. "OHHHHH~ so that's how you do it" Yeji nodded, starting to understand the game a bit more, it just made Karina shook her head, hiding her laughter despite the dangerous game they're playing.
"I slash the bandit with my sword!" Yeji's commands reappears the dice, rolling it but only casting a 4. It made Yeji's sword didn't make much damage on the bandit, only 2/5 of it's hit points (HP) down. Now, it's the bandits turn. "The bandits will target Yeji, attack her!" Again, the dice reappears, this time rolling 11. Thanks to her outstanding armor, Yeji managed to tank the damages, only losing 4 out of her 15 HP. "Yeji!!" Karina screamed, trying to help her, but she can't. It's Yeji's turn and the only thing she can do is wait and hope Yeji can save herself out of the situation. Yeji's chest moved up and down as she looks at the three bandits surrounding her. Fear in her eyes, scared for own life but as soon as she realized the lustful eyes from the bandits, she find a solution to get her out of this situation.
"Can I attract or seduce the bandits?" the question wasn't answered, instead the dice shows up, rolling. And oh boy, the 20-sided dice shows a 19. Yeji's cat like eyes widen as she stood up, her body starting to move on her own, loosening her armor to show her tight body to the three men. Swaying her body left and right she winked at them. And seems like her seduction is working, looking from the bulges in their pants. Karina's turn got skipped due to the effectiveness of Yeji's seduction. With their pants now off, the 3 bandits now crowd Yeji, grabbing and groping around her soft skin. Yeji couldn't fight back, instead she just moaned in pleasure, getting in the center of attention and all these bandits touching her, she just gave in and kneeled before them, ready to please.
Karina watches how well Yeji controls the situation, both hands getting to work to stroke the bandits and her mouth to pleasure the remaining bandit. "Fuuuuck....", moaned the Game Master from above, looking at how the game he set now changes it's trajectory. Yeji using her pretty and curvy body to weaken her enemies while they take turns using her perfect body features, hands, mouth and even pussy to pleasure themselves. Yeji getting penetrated by two bandits while the other occupies her mouth made her loud moans muffled, turning on an immobile Karina who stood there and watch, using her magic wand to rub the cloth that shields her golden pyramid, as she watches the group of bandits play around with unarmored knight, Yeji. Using her in any way possible, which turns Yeji on more, they started to reach their climax and eventually shooting their seed all over her pretty face, covering her face with their sticky gooey cum. That made the bandits weaker, tired. "NOW, KARINA!"
"Good thinking with there Yeji", Karina giggled, walking with Yeji away from the group of bandits they wiped out with a single blow from Karina's wand. Yeji got back into her armor as they marched forward into the game. The Game Master gave us a mission to find the princess hidden in a tower to beat his game, and beat it they will. Once they reached the gates of the castle, a huge buff man, with an axe, standing 7 feet tall awaits them. "You shall not pass." He claimed, bending his knees ready for battle. The two girls mirrored the giant man's actions as Yeji lunges, screaming her attack. "I slash the Gatekeeper with my blade!" And as usual, the dice roles, this time landing a solid 9. Wasn't enough to take down the brute, but enough to break his axe which was probably gonna cause trouble for them.
Without the axe, the gigantic man was basically defenseless, leaving Karina an easy blow to finish it quick, or so she hoped. "I cast thunder spell" she casted, the dice roles, and my god what luck is it to role a 1 at this time. The lightning bolt struck Yeji, not just taking out half of her HP, but also her paralyzing her for one turn. The giant man now has a chance to strike Karina, who defensively isn't as strong as Yeji. "The Gatekeeper, take her down." The Game Master ordered, the same routine. Dice role, 15, effective. The ogre physique like man manages to plunge Karina on to the wall of the castle entrance. A few quick stares on Karina's tight mage dress made the Gatekeeper smirk, looking up and down. A deep, growling voice then follows as he opens his mouth. "Forget fighting, I have a better plan for you, little one."
With ease, Karina's leggings were ripped by the Gatekeeper's strong hands. Karina's cute squeaks of moans only excite the guard even more, pitching a huge tent underneath her torn pants. With his hands pulling down her top, now revealing Karina's round chest, it made the monstrous human more lustful. One hand groping her soft left chest while the other held her in position so the smaller Karina couldn't run away. "Ngghhhh fuck off you monster" Karina struggled, trying to break free despite her lewd mind from the incident with the bandits and Yeji was still fresh, her wet pussy dripping on the floor. "I don't think you're being honest, sweet mage~" His voice continues to sounds full of lust, enjoying his time moving his fingers to feel the softness of Karina's boobs, which made her so wet and horny, eventually letting out moans of satisfaction. The paralyzed Yeji is suffering the same thing as Karina before, stuck in place, a mere spectator of the scene.
As The Gatekeeper's boner is fully erect, he couldn't contain it any longer. He stopped his pleasuring time of groping and kissing Karina's voluptuous breast, he wants her pussy now. Tearing off his own garment sprung out his large 7 incher, already poking on Karina's tight tummy. Starting slow by rubbing on her belly, The Gatekeeper slowly moves his crotch lower to align it with the gates of Karina's insides. "Admit it. You wanted this, didn't you?" The brute smirked, pausing when he pushed half the tip in, only to tease Karina more. "Y-yes~ I needed this. Please~~ fuck me~!" Karina submissively plead, her horny mind taking over as she voluntarily grind on his cock with hope it can force his meat deeper inside her, and that is exactly what she'll get.
The Gatekeeper now plunges his cock inside, penetrating Karina's tight vagina with all 7 inches inside, making Karina yelp and scream. "Aaaaah~!" A loud sweet moan came out of her mouth, her lungs screaming out both pain and pleasure. Feeling his thick cock ramming in and out of her hole really made it feel like heaven despite the situation they're put in, a death game as the Game Master suggests. Karina didn't care; she's enjoying this, and she won't let this chance go. Having a huge dick ramming her insides so good as she held tight to him, The Gatekeeper can now carry her while thrusting, his hips moving like pistons in her tight hole, precum lubing her insides. "Fuuck cutie~ you sure are tight. I love it" He grunted, more liquids coming out of his penis as his hips thrusts faster, pumping in and out of the now entranced Karina who forgot about her paralyzed colleague, only dick is in her mind, The Gatekeeper's cock as he sucked on her breasts making it more arousing for Karina. It didn't take too long for him to get close though, he wanted to cum quick. "Ngghhhh you slutty mage I wanna cum!" He growled. "Then cum in me you brute. Fucking fill me up!" Karina's words were barely audible from the moans she was making. With a few last thrusts, The Gatekeeper finally shot out his load, finishing himself inside of Karina's tight pussy, filling it with warm cum.
The Gatekeeper cumming too much, he couldn't think much and immediately fainted on the spot, letting Karina and now cured Yeji a free walk into the castle, straight to the princess' room. They knocked on the door, no answer. "Hello? Princess, we're here to rescue you." Yeji asked. Again, no answer. "Well, fuck it we tried Sleeping Beauty." Yeji sighed as he lift her leg up. "I want to kick the door open." Dice rolls as Yeji orders. And lucky enough, an 18 pops out, smashing the door open only to find no princess there. "What the fuck?" Karina and Yeji were in sync as they were filled with question marks. "Muahahahaha you've been tricked you whores!" The Game Master exclaimed, laughing at them. "There was never any princess to begin with. Your actual mission is; please me. Give me a show worthy of your freedom."
"Fucking pervert." Yeji scoffed spiting on the floor as she looked at Karina, already loosening her clothes already, which made Yeji gulp. "W-wait, Rina! We're really following this creep's orders." Yeji's cat-eyes widened, not that she didn't want a taste of Karina's smooth and sweet body, just not for the reason of being watched by the creepy old man. "It's okay Yeji...besides, let's not pretend we didn't want to do this in the first place~" Karina giggled, pulling Yeji by her armor as she threw each piece of one by one before they were soon naked, without a sting attached to them, falling on the bed that is the only furniture in the room.
With Yeji on top, she took the lead by going in for a kiss, striking her tongue inside Karina's mouth. Both leaders were now into it, hugging each other tight as their bodies clash and rubs against one another. "Fuck~ Yeji you have no idea how horny I was watching you getting fucked back there." A moment for air was used to let those words out, making Yeji smirk and want her more. she started biting on Karina's left boob, making Karina squeal in pleasure. Sucking on her boobs while fingering her pussy, Yeji just looked to see the entranced Karina, having the time of her life from having her body pleasured at both of her sensitive points, making her scream louder every moment.
Yeji wanted some pleasure too. So she pulled away and stopped, immediately catching the weak Karina off guard. "Ngh- why'd you stop, Yeji?" She asked, clearly unsatisfied. "It's my turn to feel good baby~" Yeji smirked as she spreads her legs wide, taunting Karina to come to her. Karina, still in heat, followed the Itzy leader's commands and crawled towards her pussy, kissing and sticking her tongue out to lick it, savoring the taste of her wet pussy in her mouth while looking up to her. "Does this feel good Yeji?" She asked, holding on both of Yeji's thighs to put her in place so she can have an easy time eating Yeji while looking up to the cat-eyed girl. "Fuckk~ just like that Rina yes please...more please" Yeji's loud moans fills the room as Karina's mouth worked her magic on Yeji, no wonder she's a mage. A few minutes later, Yeji couldn't hold on any longer. "Baby, I wanna cum with you."
The words that came out of Yeji's pretty mouth never made Karina happier. She understood it immediately as she climbed up, aligning their wet pussies together as they started to grind against each other, making their moans out together, making the empty room supposedly for the princess, now for two princesses of K-pop to scissor each other with their soaking pussies. "Fuuuck Karina you're so wet shiiiit" Yeji exclaimed, a hand grabbing Karina's thigh, both for balance support and to grope her thick thighs. Karina's moaning mess gave no direct reaction, instead she moved her face to Yeji's smooching her as she started to make out with her, slowly they started kissing deeply, suppressing their moans as their wet body fluids from their vaginas squish between each other as they edge closer to their climax. "Yes....yes...yes....MORE! I WANT MORE!" The perverted Game Master sounded like he was enjoying himself, touching himself while watching. "Karina...cum with me~" Yeji plead, her voice being breathy from the tiredness of their adventure, which puts a smile on the thick aespa leader. "Fuck...yeah cum with me Yeji" They went back to loud moans, going faster and rougher on their griding, reaching their climax as they went faster and faster. "Cu-c-CUMMIIIIIING!" The two girls screamed out simultaneously, as a bright light shined the room, blinding the scene.
"Nghhh- Wha?" Yeji opened her eyes, Karina beside her, both back to the clothes they wore for Halloween, THEY'RE BACK! "Yeji, we're back!" The two leaders cheered as they hugged tight, celebrating their liberty from the pervert's game. "Hehehee, that was soooo entertaining." A familiar annoying voice was let out. The 'Game Master', now on his couch with tissues around him and white liquids splattered around him while he's half unconscious. "This fucker." Both Karina and Yeji cracked their knuckles, looking down at the smirking pervert, passed out.
A few bruises and bumps on his face, the police came by to arrest him, guilty of possession of dangerous substances which most likely is responsible for putting Yeji and Karina in that 'game'. "Well, glad that's over." Karina sighed, relieved they got out of the life and death game with no casualties. But a pair of hands were holding her hips, making Karina look back. "Who said we're done? We clearly just got started~" Yeji smirked, her lips travelling to Karina's neck to give it a kiss followed with a soft giggle to her ears. "Oh right...silly me~" Karina snickered, smiling.
A/N: Big shoutout to @cwpiqwon for the photo graphic, and @elly99 for introducing me to writing the letter. Trying something new(i just feel it looks cooler/more human this way, hope yall like it:)
Yeji is the snack queen, so of course you won her over by buying her food 😅
You never thought she looked cold or intimidating, you just thought she was pretty! (This made her very happy)
She kills all the bugs in your apartment for you! Well, she tries to capture them and release them, but sometimes they don’t cooperate :(
Playing with her dogs and going on walks with them
Gym dates!
Boba dates!
Secretly stealing some of her peach perfume so you can smell like her while she’s away on tour 🥺
In fact, her nickname for you is peaches 🍑
Taking her to an amusement park and winning her a teddy bear that she cherishes forever and ever
Her teaching you how to play piano ❤️
Her challenging you to a jump rope contest, and even if you say no she’ll still drag you outside so she can show off to you 😂
Giving her massages after dance practice… She always says she’ll pay you back but you’re never in as much pain as she is :(
Laying your head on her lap while she writes in her diary every night
The two of you basically adopt Yuna as your child 💀 She even started calling you mom and dad (regardless of your gender identity)
She likes to be called princess 👑
Her forcing you to take vitamins every morning
In fact she’s always making sure you’re taking care of yourself. After all, she takes very good care of herself so it’s not difficult for her to help you! She needs you strong and healthy okay ❤️
Just like she does with the girls, she’s always looking out for you. Always glancing at you when you seem upset, helping you with small tasks, making sure you’re being included in a group discussion…
She gets twice as mad as you do whenever you’re mistreated… in fact you know you never have to overreact because Yeji will react enough for both of you 😂
Seriously though, she’s loyal af and will not hesitate to stand up for you!
You always try to take care of her since she tries so hard to take care of everyone else… she’s a tireless leader but she knows she can lean on you when she needs to 🥰
It took her a while to get used to depending on someone but you were extremely patient and let her come to you. Once she opened up to you, she couldn’t imagine not having you there for her!
You always listen to her while she rants ab work and hold her when she cries out of frustration
Buying her every single Light Fury plush you ever see (it becomes a problem, you’re running out of places to put them 😭)
Her teaching you how to take top notch selfies
A lot of late night video game sessions 👾
She keeps a polaroid picture of you in her wallet to give her strength while she’s away from you ❤️
hi, can i request hcs about how itzy members would act when they're jealous?
ITZY WHEN THEY ARE JEALOUS
ofc! thank you sm for requesting <3
warnings: mentions insecurities, slight possessiveness, one curse word, not proof read
YEJI.
when she’s jealous — she is so much more affectionate than normal. she won’t tell you that she’s jealous — but when you see her pouting when you talk to someone who clearly wants your number, you know that she’s jealous. and when you realize, you immediately turn her attention back to her and tease her for being jealous. she’ll never admit that she was jealous...but all of the feelings wash away when she realizes how well you know her, and how quick you were to drop everything just to reassure her that you don’t want to see anyone else but her. will continue to be attached to you by the hip for the rest of the day — but you don’t mind because she has the adorable grin on her face, one that shows that she knows she is loved dearly <3
LIA.
lia would try to pretend that it doesn’t bother her...but you know her like the back of your hand. you can’t get her to admit that she’s jealous until you two are in bed and getting ready to fall asleep...and she can’t help but feel a bit insecure when she finally reveals why she was upset throughout the day. she knows that you love her — but she can’t help but get lost in her thoughts. you reassure that she’s the only one that you want, giving her lots and lots of kisses, and you make sure to give her all the love you can before you go into dream land. when she wakes up to breakfast in bed and you leaving soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead, she can’t help but wonder why she was even jealous in the first place — because it’s clear that you love her with all of your heart.
RYUJIN.
oh ryujin gets jealous jealous. she gets so possessive over you...if someone was hitting on you and you were just staring at them, she would IMMEDIATELY be at your side and making it painfully obvious that you were taken. rubbing her fingers up and down you side, leaving quick kisses to your checks, pointed glare at whoever was flirting with you that basically translates into ‘fuck off’. she would probably get jealous the fastest out of the members — just because she wants everyone to know that you are hers, and it should be a crime to not know that you are hers and she is yours. will for sure leave hickeys on your neck that night just to prove a point. i’m sure she gifted you a necklace with her name or her initials on it — and she even bought one with your name or initials for herself! she just loves you so much...and she still can’t believe she’s with the person of her dreams, so whenever she gets the chance to talk about you — she’s going to talk about you <3
CHAERYEONG.
chae wouldn’t be as bold as ryujin — but she would for sure be more affectionate after she gets jealous. holding your hand and bringing you closer to her side — giving the person you were talking to a nasty glare. the person eventually walks away after chaeryeong practically burned holes through their skin with her eyes — and you always know it’s because she was jealous.
“you scared them off! they were just complimenting me on my outfit...” you whined, attempting to hold in your giggles when chaeryeong widened her eyes and gasped at you, shaking her head in denial.
“they were into you! no one else is allowed to flirt with you...only me.” chaeryeong whined, frowning when she saw you giggle at her antics. “i’m being serious! i’m the only person you gets to tell you you look incredibly beautiful a thousand times.” chae continued to whine, grabbing your hand and swinging it back and forth, giving you an adorable pout.
“i’ll only accept compliments from you, love bug. no need to worry.” you teased, placing a quick kiss to chaeryeong’s cheek, smiling fondly as you watched her face immediately light up. “you are the only one i want.” you promised, intertwining your pinky with her own, cooing when you saw her blush, because at the end of the day — chaeryeong just wanted to be your baby...and she doesn’t want anyone else to receive the affection that’s reserved for her only.
YUNA.
she tries to give you the silent treatment — but after you ask her what’s wrong three times in a row, she’s breaking. immediately whines about how she was jealous that you were giving someone more attention than her — when she tried so many times to put your eyes on her. pouts even if you giggle at her — childishly crossing her arms and turning away. she won’t forgive you until you give her a big hug and kiss her until she’s giggling and pushing you away, and after that everything is okay! immediately snuggles into your side and tells you how much she loves you...basking in all of the attention that she missed out on earlier in the day. make sure you give her lots and lots of hugs, and tell her how you only have eyes for her...she just wants all your love!
n/a: oiii! estou trazendo mais um imagine para vocês hoje. desta vez, acabei tendo a ideia a pouco tempo atrás, então desenvolvi conforme ela foi surgindo para mim. desculpem eventuais erros. espero que vocês gostem! qualquer dúvida ou sugestão, me mande uma ask :) boa leitura!
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Todo grupo de amigos selvagens e jovens gosta de ver um caos acontecer, não é? Você teria raiva para sempre se não fizesse parte ou não os conhecesse tão bem quanto conhece agora. Felizmente, você sabe que nada do que fazem é tão sério, e que pode confiar de olhos fechados.
Mas uma verdade existe e precisamos confessar: Você não deve comentar jamais sobre o seu crush escolar com eles! Especialmente se souber que eles irão te zoar pelo resto do ano, ou possivelmente, da vida.
Sem imaginar, você escreveu o nome de Hwang Yeji em seu caderno de ciências. No de matemática também... Português... Inglês... Espanhol... História! E milhares de outros materiais. Você fez questão de fazer corações fofos e colar adesivos super românticos ao lado, acreditando que não era nada e que ninguém veria nada daquilo algum dia.
O problema foi quando sua quase-amiga Chaeryeong pediu um de seus cadernos emprestados, porque havia perdido a matéria do dia anterior. Você, inocentemente, entregou um dos objetos que mais continha nomes, frases e coisas bregas sobre Yeji. Quando você veio a lembrar do risco que corria, rapidamente tentou tirá-lo das mãos de Chaeryeong, mas aquilo te entregou o dobro. Ela sorriu de sua preocupação e abriu a capa, para ver o que continha. Sua ansiedade aumentou, mas já era tarde.
— O que é isso, s/n?! Você está gostando da Yeji?! Do terceiro B?!
Chaery disse quase em gritos e você quis matá-la. Você negou uma, duas, três vezes... Quanto mais ela ria, mais em desespero você ficava. Sabia que havia entrado num grande problema, já que Chaeryeong não pouparia você de brincadeiras ou comentários. Você deu sorte porque naquele momento, havia apenas você e ela na sala de aula e a maioria já havia ido embora.
— Relaxa, s/n! Se quiser, posso falar com ela e...
— Não! Você não pode e não vai falar nada para Yeji ou para os outros, entendeu?!
Você disse a ela praticamente intimando. Chaeryeong estranhou a sua atitude, mas decidiu não rebater. Vocês saíram e um clima um tanto tenso começou a pairar sobre a amizade. Parecia uma quebra de expectativas para você. Você estava com raiva por ter seu segredo exposto, mesmo que para uma única pessoa.
Os dias foram passando, você não parava de pensar sobre o que Chaeryeong havia visto. Ela parecia neutra e irrelevante, mas você sabia que nada ficaria daquela forma por tanto tempo. Quando Chaeryeong foi devolver o caderno para você, exatamente uma semana após emprestá-lo, ela vacilou e deixou cair no chão. Você se desesperou mas o "Yeji, eu te amo" enorme numa das folhas veio a aparecer. Seus colegas observaram de relance, antes de você pegar com pressa e escondê-lo em seus braços. Chaeryeong pareceu aterrorizada, porque temeu que você pensasse que ela havia feito de propósito. Você entendia que não, mas não queria amenizar a situação. Antes que Chaery temesse as suas atitudes, assim, manteria o bom senso.
— Hm, s/n! Eu vi que havia um nome e um "eu te amo" bem ao lado!
A divertida Ryujin comentou primeiro. Todos começaram a olhar para você, e você não acreditava no pesadelo que estava vivendo.
— Nos diga, Chaery! O que havia lá no caderno de s/n?!
Jisu questionou Chaeryeong, mas ela não quis dizer uma só palavra. Chaeryeong apenas defendeu-se com um "não sei de nada!" e voltou a posição anterior, para estudar o conteúdo da lousa. O professor chamou a atenção do grupo pelas pequenas conversas paralelas e você agora já corria todo o risco do mundo. Provavelmente pegariam seu material quando você estivesse longe ou te oprimiriam até que você confessasse quem era. Seu estômago anunciava uma dor repentina.
O intervalo chegou e você, de modo astuto, levou todo o material em sua mochila. Seus amigos seguiram ao seu lado, cochichando hora ou outra. Quando vocês acharam um assento, Chaeryeong fez questão de sentar ao seu lado.
— S/n, me perdoe por ter derrubado... Foi um infeliz acidente e não queria que alguém soubesse.
— Tudo bem, não se preocupe. Se não contar, eles não irão saber de nada.
Você piscou e recebeu um sorriso reconfortante. O dia passou de pressa, e quando você viu, já era o momento de ir para casa. Quando pensou em virar para sair, sem ao menos acompanhar seu grupo de amigos, o seu maior medo apareceu bem a sua frente. Hwang Yeji
Aliás, quem é Hwang Yeji? Yeji é uma menina bastante popular, que conquistou a fama através de seu talento para jogar vôlei. Conforme foi jogando, acabou sendo chamada para campeonatos, vencendo um a um e aí, sua agenda já era lotada. Ela também era uma boa pessoa, e não parecia maltratar ninguém a sua volta. Pelo menos uma pessoa tinha de ter um crush descarado nela, e esta pessoa é você!
— S/n, desculpe, sei que não somos da mesma sala ou temos amizade, mas queria saber se você tem aulas com o professor Lee, de ciências!
Você quase travou. Seus olhos estavam admirando os de Yeji, até mesmo perdeu o que viria a falar. Yeji sorriu, acenando para você, para te despertar daquele transe.
— Oi, Yeji, eu...
Você coçou a cabeça em sinal de nervosismo.
— Não se preocupe, eu preciso apenas saber como ele dá aulas. Eu terei ele como meu professor no próximo bimestre, e talvez precise estudar o comportamento dele para me dar bem.
Você balançou a cabeça positivamente.
— Ele é um bom professor, só cobra bastante silêncio e atenção... Ele não poupa ninguém em sua matéria também. Você facilmente fica de recuperação se bobear em alguma de suas aulas.
— Hm, me pareceu rigoroso...
Yeji fez uma expressão pensativa. Você observava cada detalhe de sua face, sem parecer uma pessoa maluca ou mal encarada.
— Você se importa em me deixar ver a matéria dele, apenas por um instante?
Você tremeu na base naquele instante. Como assim?! Se emprestasse o caderno a Yeji, ela veria tudo!
— Ah, eu não o trouxe hoje!
Você mentiu.
— Mas vocês não tinham ciências no dia de hoje?
Você travou a mandíbula, sem saber o que responder.
— É que... Eu devo ter deixado em algum lugar e...
Yeji não entendia sua posição mas apenas concordou com você por um instante.
— Tudo bem, s/n, não se preocupe! Obrigada pela ajuda.
Ela tocou seu ombro direito e sorriu gentil. Em seguida, saiu do corredor em que vocês estavam e você quase surtou. Seu rosto era vermelho como tomate e suas mãos tremiam muito, muito mesmo. Yeji era extremamente atraente, educada e gentil. Você percebeu que ela era popular e requisitada não somente pela beleza, mas também, por toda a sua ternura.
De longe, ao voltar do transe que te envolveu de repente, você ouviu risadas nada bondosas aproximando lentamente de onde estava.
— Então descobrimos o seu crush escolar, s/n! A jogadora de vôlei!
Ryujin, a mais provocativa, surgiu. Seus demais amigos também pareciam se divertir.
— Tinha que ver a sua cara enquanto Yeji falava com você, huh! Parecia em inércia!
Você estava completamente impaciente sobre o assunto. Não aguentava mais que seus amigos fossem tão cansativos e brincalhões sobre o que não lhes devia interessar. Era hora de por um ponto final e impor ordem.
— É isso mesmo, Ryujin! Você está satisfeita? Eu gosto de Yeji, mesmo! Escrevi o nome dela em todos os meus materiais, não pretendo apagar! Agora pare de encher a porra do meu saco, e me deixe ir para casa!
Você gritou, pegando-a de surpresa. Ryujin travou a expressão, tentando segurar o seu braço.
— S/n! Calma! Você sabe, eu não estou te provocando de verdade! Espere!
Você não deu ouvidos a ela e partiu. No dia seguinte, problemas voltaram.
Yeji passou por você enquanto você organizava seu armário escolar e pareceu muito atraída por sua imagem. Você percebeu que o olhar da maior queimava suas costas e seu nervosismo surgiu. Mesmo com uma ansiedade aflorada, não quis deixar transparecer. Você continuou em foco, deixando sua racionalidade falar mais alto.
Ryujin chegou atrasada, com uma expressão negativa. Você teve pena, mas não quis passar as mãos em sua cabeça. Ryujin deveria levar os amigos com mais seriedade, pensava. Chaeryeong se sentia culpada por tudo que haviam descoberto de você. Suas outras amigas e amigos estavam calados também. Você percebeu que um deslize havia deixado tudo estranho e negativo.
Quando a hora da saída chegou, você foi falar com seus amigos.
— Parem de ficar com essa cara de cachorro que caiu da mudança, poxa! Está tudo bem, não está?
Ryujin deu um sorriso forçado.
— Está, s/n. Me desculpe.
Você a abraçou e todo mundo expressou uma pequena felicidade. Algumas pessoas passavam pelo pátio naquele momento, então, observaram vocês num carinho de amigos.
Yeji também passou por lá, e não tirou os olhos de você. Você nem havia percebido, mas Chaeryeong te deu um toque.
— Ela deve estar observando você, s/n! Não parou de te encarar por um segundo se quer.
Você sorriu com vergonha, e mais uma vez, vocês estavam fora da escola. Você sentiu uma mão tocar seu braço e virou com rapidez, com prontidão para zoar algum amigo seu, mas deu de cara com Yeji. Seu sorriso meio que sumiu e ela percebeu.
— Hm, s/n? Você está com medo de mim?
Yeji sorriu com maldade. Você engoliu a seco.
— Ouvi dizer que tem algo sobre mim...
Você queria entender como ela havia descoberto!
— Yeji, eu...
— Não se preocupe. Meu irmão passou pelo corredor quando te ouviu gritar algumas coisas, soube por ele. Hyunjin não perderia tempo em me comunicar.
Você foi sentindo um nervosismo te tomar. Quando observou os arredores, seus amigos já haviam ido embora. Certamente, perceberam que Yeji queria falar com você a sós.
— Se for verdade, s/n, quero que me confesse aqui e agora.
— O que ganho com isso?
Você a confrontou, cruzando os braços.
— Muito mais do que imagina. E eu vou mostrar para você.
Yeji te fez colidir com a parede.
— Podemos?
Você arregalou os olhos. Yeji sorriu.
— Vamos marcar um dia para conversarmos sobre, s/n.
Ela colocou uma das mechas de seu cabelo por trás de sua orelha.
— Você é uma gracinha, mesmo.
Se aproximou de seu ouvido.
— Vamos ver se vai valer a pena.
Afastou-se em seguida. Você agarrou a gola da camisa que ela usava, puxando-a para você, juntando seus corpos. Yeji adorou a ideia, segurando a sua cintura, com uma expressão travessa.
— Não brinque com meus sentimentos, Hwang Yeji!
Você demonstrou sua periculosidade. Yeji riu alto e abraçou você, logo em seguida.
— Relaxa, s/n. Obviamente você não está em perigo.
Ela fez um carinho em seus cabelos, e logo, vocês se afastaram.
— Posso te levar para a sua casa? Creio que você não vá se importar.
Você concordou.
— Vou levar o seu material, me empreste aqui.
— Não, eu dou conta. O seu também parece pesado.
— Deixe de negar, s/n! Vou levar para você. E se ficar comigo a partir de hoje, todos os dias irei levar ou segurar suas sacolas em um shopping.
Você sorriu, desacreditando daquilo.
— Além do mais, s/n.
Você a observou novamente.
— Por qual motivo acha que vim te questionar sobre algo ontem? Existem tipo, 30 pessoas em sua sala, alguns são meus amigos também. Eu poderia ter perguntado a qualquer um, mas quis perguntar para você.
— Você...
— É, s/n! Também tenho algo por você desde o sexto ano! Está feliz?!
Vocês sorriram e você agarrou o braço de Yeji.
— Briguei com meus amigos porque achava que ninguém deveria saber, quando descobriram sobre você.
— Não tem motivo, s/n. Também escondi isso por um tempo.
— Engraçado...
— Vou te mostrar tudo. Vou mostrar meu carinho por você.
Yeji abraçou a sua cintura, mesmo com tanto peso em seus ombros. Você sentiu o aconchego. Agora, vocês começariam algo novo, sem medo do que as pessoas fariam.
Seus amigos te zoaram muito! Mas ficaram felizes pela decisão repentina. Você e Yeji pareciam extremamente felizes, e logo, ela já era de seu grupo. Vocês estão pegando intimidade, conhecendo as manias, gostos, defeitos e chamando a atenção de alguns colegas quando estão em algum canto da escola, de modo sigiloso, dando alguns beijinhos e amassos.
Você já sabe... Yeji está te mostrando o amor. Seus amigos amam o que vocês tem. Você a ama, e seu coração é preenchido pelo amor dela também.
