sumarry. After debuting, hype came to the conclusion that Katseye needed a seventh member. So, when you joined, the girls who were used to being six weren’t exactly thrilled about the idea. As a result, they each started doing things individually to try to make you want to leave the group. But their methods… are quite peculiar.
content. g!p megan, g!p manon, humiliation, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesomes, mommy kink, degradation, others…
The conference room at HYPE was hotter than usual. Not because of the temperature, but because of all the tense bodies, overlapping voices, and egos clashing in a space that suddenly felt too small.
"Are you serious right now?" Megan's voice cut through the air like a knife. She was standing, arms crossed, hands pressed against her own forearms so hard her knuckles had turned white. "A seventh member? Now? After everything we went through?"
"This isn't a decision we made lightly," said the A&R director, a man in an impeccable suit who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. His hands were resting on the dark wood table, fingers interlaced, and his gaze moved from one girl to another.
"Lightly?" Megan let out a short, incredulous laugh. Her laugh bounced off the walls of the room. "Are you seriously going to tell me this wasn't done lightly? Because I don't remember anyone asking us anything."
"Megan," Dani said from her spot, and even though her tone was calmer than the other girl's, there was an edge in her eyes that made it clear she wasn't happy about the news either. "Let him finish."
"No, let me," Sophia interrupted. She was sitting with her back perfectly straight and her hands resting on her knees. Her voice was the most controlled of all, but it was the kind of control that comes before an explosion. "We spent years building this. Years of training, of auditions, of not sleeping, of crying in the gym bathroom because they told us we weren't good enough. We went through Dream Academy. We competed. We won. And now they come to us saying we need a seventh? After we already debuted?"
The silence that followed was thick. Manon was leaning against the back wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. She hadn't said anything yet, but her presence was enough. Her eyes were fixed on the director with an intensity that made the guy look away every time their eyes met.
Lara was next to Manon, equally quiet. She didn't need to speak. Her expression said it all: lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows slightly furrowed, arms crossed over her chest. She looked like a statue of disapproval.
Yoonchae was the only one who wasn't angry. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, hands on her knees, looking at the director with genuine confusion. She didn't fully understand what was happening or why her groupmates were furious, and she didn't know if she should be angry too.
"I understand your frustration," the director said, and the word "frustration" was met with a stifled laugh from Megan. "But this isn't a whim. It's not a marketing decision. There are very specific reasons behind this."
"Reasons?" Sophia repeated, and her voice went up a tone. It was barely noticeable, but all of them knew her well enough to know that was dangerous. "What reasons? Sales? Streaming? What are we missing? Aren't we selling out every single concert we play? What more do they want?"
"It's not about what we want," Lara said, and her voice cut through the room with a coldness that made even Megan go quiet. "It's about what they want. Like always."
The director opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment the door to the conference room opened. It was a woman in her forties, with her hair pulled back in an immaculate bun and an expression that revealed nothing. The room went silent.
"Sit down," she said, in a voice that wasn't harsh but didn't leave room for argument.
The girls sat. Megan clenched her jaw. Manon uncrossed her arms and rested them on the table. Sophia kept her back straight. Lara stayed where she was, leaning against the wall, but her eyes were now fixed on the older woman.
"I understand this is an unexpected change," she said, sitting at the head of the table with the same ease someone sits in their own home. "But it's not a meaningless change. We're not adding someone just because. We're adding someone we saw has something this group needs."
"And what is it we need?" Dani asked, her voice genuine, not challenging. She was the only one who could ask that question without it sounding like an attack.
"It's not something I can explain in words," she said finally. "It's something you're going to have to see for yourselves. I'm going to bring her in. And I want you to receive her with an open mind. Not because I'm asking you to, but because you're professionals and this is part of your job."
She stood up. Walked across the room to the door, opened it, and stuck her head into the hallway.
"You can come in," she said.
The silence that followed was so dense you could cut it with a knife. The girls exchanged glances.
It wasn't a dramatic entrance. Just the door opening all the way and you appearing in the frame, wearing black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and your hair loose over your shoulders. You had a backpack slung over one shoulder and your hands in your back pockets, a pose that might have looked casual if it weren't for the way your eyes scanned the room with total calm.
The air in the room shifted completely. Everyone noticed it. What had been charged with electricity, with pent-up anger, now became something denser. Heavier.
Megan was the first to notice. She felt her mouth go dry, her heart beat once, twice, harder than normal. She forced herself to look at you with disdain, because she was angry, because she wasn't going to let herself be impressed by a pretty face, but her eyes didn't obey. They stayed stuck on your face, on the curve of your lips that weren't quite smiling, on your eyes that looked at her for a second, then moved on to the next.
Sophia felt something similar. She was the most resistant to change, the one who had fought hardest to keep the group as it was, the one who had distrusted this idea the most since it was mentioned. But when she saw you, something in her chest shifted. It was something she couldn't ignore. An energy. A presence. Something that made it physically hard to look away.
Dani was the one who had complained the least, trying to pretend it didn't affect her at all, but even she felt a lump in her throat when you looked at her. It wasn't fear. It wasn't discomfort. It was something more primal, more instinctive, that she didn't know how to name.
Manon, who had been leaning against the wall with her arms crossed in a gesture of absolute resistance, felt her arms loosen without her deciding it. Your gaze reached her, held for a moment, and Manon had to make a conscious effort not to smile. Not to show anything. To remind herself she was angry.
Lara, who was a hard person to impress, almost fainted in that moment. Not that Lara is a pervert or anything, but you could swear she was about to drool. Her eyes ran over you from head to toe without any shame, but the instant she saw you looking back at her, she shot you a look so cold you felt a chill run down your spine.
Yoonchae, from her spot on the edge of the chair, looked at you with genuine curiosity. She didn't feel the same resistance as the others, not because she was more mature, but because she hadn't been through the same things. She had arrived later, when the girls already knew each other. She knew what it was like to be the new one.
"This is Y/n," the CEO said, and her voice seemed to come from very far away, as if the room had absorbed it. "She'll be joining the group starting today."
There was a second of silence. Then Sophia spoke.
"Starting today?" she asked, her voice a barely contained edge. "Just like that? No trial rehearsals?"
"Y/n already went through a series of tests," the woman said, her tone unchanged. "And she's completely qualified to be in Katseye, just like every one of you."
Sophia was about to respond. You could see it in the way her fingers gripped the edge of the table, in how her shoulders tensed. But before she could form a word, you spoke.
"I don't expect you to like it," you said, and your voice was deeper than they expected, more measured. "If I were in your place, I wouldn't like it either."
The silence that followed was different again. It wasn't tension. It was expectation.
"Maybe not like you, but I worked hard to be here too," you continued, your eyes scanning the room again, pausing for a moment on each of them. "I'm not going to pretend I don't understand why you're angry. But I'm also not going to apologize for being here."
Megan let out a short laugh. It wasn't a mocking laugh, even though she wanted it to be. It was something more complicated.
"Whatever," she said, and it wasn't clear whether it was a compliment or a warning.
When the meeting ended, they filed out into the hallway in a tight group. Sophia was in front, setting the pace. Megan at her side, fists still clenched. Dani and Manon behind them, exchanging looks that said more than any words. Lara brought up the rear, and you walked a few steps behind, backpack slung over one shoulder, not hurrying.
Yoonchae broke away from the group and fell into step beside you.
"Do you speak Korean?" she asked, seeing your unmistakably Asian features and recognizing your last name as Korean. Her voice was shy but genuine.
"Yeah," you replied. "But only a little. I lived my whole life in Chicago."
"I'll help you," Yoonchae said, and for a second she seemed to forget she was supposed to be angry.
From up ahead, Megan turned around just to see that: Yoonchae walking next to you, talking in a low voice, and you tilting your head to listen to her with an attention that didn't seem fake. Something in her chest twisted. It wasn't jealousy — it couldn't be jealousy — but it was something she didn't like at all.
A few hours later, you found yourself in the shared house. Your room was nice. It wasn't like your room back home. It was spacious but still very impersonal. It had a large window facing the backyard, and the late afternoon light came in at an angle, painting the white walls a soft orange, which made you feel a bit more at ease.
You started unpacking your suitcase with the calmness that characterized you. The clothes came out in organized piles: jeans on one side, t-shirts on another, jackets for the back of the closet. The books went straight to the small shelf you found next to the desk.
You didn't hear the footsteps in the hallway. You didn't hear the door open.
You turned around. Yoonchae was in the doorway, hands behind her back, shoulders slightly hunched, like she wasn't sure if she should be there. The light from the window hit her square in the face, and in her eyes you found kindness for the first time that day.
"Yeah, please," you said. "Thanks."
She nodded. She stayed in the doorway for a moment longer, looking at the pile of clothes, the open suitcase, the way you had arranged your notebooks by size on the desk.
"Do you like your room?" she asked, each word pronounced carefully.
"Yeah," you said. "It has good light."
Yoonchae smiled as she grabbed a t-shirt and started folding it neatly.
"Mine has good light too," she said. "But it's smaller. I share with Sophia."
"Yeah," she said, her answer immediate. "Sophia is like my older sister. She takes care of me."
"That's nice," you said, and you meant it.
Yoonchae looked at you for another moment, then sat on the edge of the bed, next to the pile of shirts.
"The girls aren't bad," she said, starting to fold with an efficiency that surprised you. "It's just… we went through a lot at Dream Academy and… I don't know. They feel invaded, maybe. But give them time."
You laughed. It was a short, genuine laugh that came out before you could stop it. Yoonchae looked at you with wider eyes than usual, like she had found something she wasn't expecting.
"Yeah, don't worry. I get it," you said without looking up from the clothes. "But thanks for being nice to me, despite everything."
"It's nothing," she said, going back to folding. "We're groupmates now, right?"
"Yeah, looks like it," you said, your smile widening a bit as you felt Yoonchae's genuine warmth.
You worked in silence for a while, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. After a moment, Yoonchae spoke again.
"Are you Korean?" she asked.
"Half," you said. "My grandmother is from Busan. I grew up in Chicago, but at home we spoke Korean sometimes."
"When my grandma was mad," you admitted, and Yoonchae laughed. "Or when she wanted to say something without my dad understanding."
"No. My mom is. He's American, from Chicago. He never learned, so my grandma took advantage to make fun of him without him knowing."
Yoonchae laughed again, louder this time, and you couldn't help but smile. There was something about her laugh that was contagious, pure.
"My Korean is kind of basic," you admitted. "I understand more than I speak."
"I'll help you," Yoonchae said, the offer coming out so naturally it seemed like you'd known each other before. "Practice. Every night, if you want. So you don't lose it."
"Deal," you said, and extended your hand.
Yoonchae took it with a seriousness that contrasted with her smile.
Upstairs, in the adjoining room, the other five girls were gathered without having planned it.
"Is that Yoonchae?" Dani asked, head tilted, ear tuned in.
"Yeah," Megan said, her voice carrying an edge that wasn't directed at anyone in particular.
"I didn't know Yoonchae laughed like that," Manon said, and it didn't sound like a complaint. It sounded like an observation.
"She doesn't laugh like that," Megan said. She was sitting on the edge of Lara's bed, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor. "Never."
"The new girl must be funny," Dani said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"The new girl is a stranger," Megan corrected. "Who appeared out of nowhere. Who moved into our house. Who…"
"Who made Yoonchae laugh," Lara interrupted, and there was a hint of amusement in her voice.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Manon straightened up in her chair. "We can't let this stand. We have to do something."
"What kind of something?" Lara asked.
"I don't know," Manon said. "Something. To make her leave."
"We can't kick her out," Dani said, though her tone made it clear she didn't entirely disagree with the idea. "That's not how it works."
"I didn't say kick out," Manon said. "I said make her leave. It's different."
"It's exactly the same," Lara said.
"It's different," Manon insisted. "Kicking out is violent. Making her leave is… persuasion."
"Persuasion?" Megan repeated, and for the first time since the discussion started, her voice sounded genuinely interested.
"That she doesn't want to stay," Manon said. "That she sees this isn't for her. That she figures it out on her own."
The silence that followed wasn't doubt. It was recognition. Each of them was thinking the same thing, though none said it out loud.
"And how do we do that?" Dani asked.
No one answered. But in each of their heads, plans began to form.
Outside, Yoonchae's laugh was heard again, louder this time.
"We can't let this continue," Megan said, and it was the first time she sounded truly convinced. "We have to do something. And fast."
The others nodded. Each with her own reasons, each with her own limits, but all agreeing on the essential: the new girl had to go.
What they didn't know was that every plan they made would fail. That every attempt to make your life miserable would end up bringing them closer to you. And in the end, your charm would overcome every single one of them.
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