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⟢ SUMMARY. Mila likes short skirts, and the boys love when she wears them — until she becomes a little too comfortable in them. 「 MDNI 」
WARNINGS. making outs, marking, thigh kisses, teasing, semi-public indecency (changing room, bathroom), grinding, fingering, oral (f. + implied m. receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding, spanking, jealousy/possessiveness, not proofread, cringe warning? 「 hyung line + sunoo 」
NOTES. *sips water* so… screams so anyway my debut fic on this blog is kinda um… something help 🥴 my first time writing something this spicy so hopefully it’s somewhat good this is pure filth i’m so sorry 🥸 ⌇ “italics” = english⌇this is a nsfw fic for my main engagement addition account : enmi-land !
THE MANIFESTO TOUR.
If Mila had to make a list of the most impactful moments in her life, it would be one of the top of her list, without a doubt. Enhypen had made it far from being the young fans who would stand in the crowd of concerts holding light sticks of their favourite artists — now, they were the ones on stage, looking over a sea of light sticks and banners all dedicated to them.
Mila would be lying if she said she didn’t live off the thrill of performance. Especially when it came with the screams and shouts of pure adoration. Somewhere along the way, she became a real star — made for the camera, made to be seen.
For her previous looks, Mila had chosen fairly simplistic ensembles composed of majorly of jeans and crop tops — anything that was easy to dance in, but cute enough that she would be photo-ready for all her adoring fans. But each day Mila performed, she found herself gaining more and more confidence that she didn’t know she had left to gain. Whether it be in her talent, her performance… and even her body.
So time, she decided to be a little more daring with her wardrobe choice.
“Ohhhhhh, pretty!” Kiara took a look at what Mila was wearing with an approving nod. The staff around them also complimented Mila and looked on in awe at the sight of her. “You look so cute!”
Mila looked down at her outfit.
Mila wore a white button-up shirt that had been decorated with an assortment of cute badges and the sleeves rolled to her elbows. She paired it with a miniskirt that she decorated with dainty silver chain belts and had black combat boots on. Her hair had been styled in low ponytails decorated with white bows, and dangling star earrings hung from her ears. The whole look had a playful air to it — and a little bit of something else, too.
Mila had to admit she liked the look a lot. It was, after all, inspired by the iconic ‘One More Time’ look of Britney Spears (aka one of her idols). The skirt, as such, was really short — shorter than Mila was used to wearing, especially for a pleated skirt that would be much more prone to wind. Even in a closed room, every movement she made drew attention to the soft expanse of her thighs or the rounded shape of her ass, which was barely concealed by the skirt. If it weren’t for the safety shorts she wore, she was sure that her panties would have been on display every time she walked.
Mila wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, seeing how much she adored skirts of this kind. But she still wondered if it was perhaps a bit too much.
“Is it too short?” she asked Kiara.
Kiara cocked her head thoughtfully. “If it’s too uncomfortable then you can just change, but I think it’s fine — I mean, you’ll have the safety shorts underneath it, too. Besides, it makes your legs look longer.”
Mila puckered her lips and hummed. “True.”
She admired her reflection one more time, falling in love even more with the outfit. Like she originally thought — her safety shorts were enough to protect her modesty. She wouldn’t be flashing anyone with anything interesting. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was going to go bending over everywhere. There was no harm done.
Or so that’s how she thought of it.
Another part of her wondered what the boys would think about it…
An evil thought filled her head.
Mila smiled. “Okay!” she said decisively. “This is it!”
Mila she felt a sudden rush of mischievousness. It was no secret that the older boys in the group loved to see her in short skirts — it was something she managed to figure out on her own, due to the fact they were never really subtle about it.
Mila noticed that whenever she wore skirts, which was actually quite often, the boys (the ones who were legal, of course) always became clingier around her — even more so than usual. They would constantly pull her onto their laps if they were alone in the dressing rooms, and if not then they would sneakily rest a hand on her thighs. They probably didn’t even notice that Mila had caught on. But this time, that happened to be an advantage.
Because Mila was in the mood to cause some trouble.
Mila smiled as she left the changing room to meet up with the boys, with Kiara staying in their changing room for some alone time over the phone with her boyfriend.
Mila hummed before setting off to see her own boyfriends. She really couldn’t wait to see them. After all, she was also very curious about their outfits, too.
And needless to say, she wasn’t disappointed.
Mila entered the room where the boys were staying, where she was greeted by Riki and Jungwon in their simple but flattering outfits. Mila smiled brightly. She immediately showered then with praises.
“Wahhh, who are these handsome men?”
Jungwon laughed bashfully while Riki beamed with pride. At that moment, Jungwon also took note of Mila’s own appearance. The younger male’s eyes widened as his cheeks became dusted with red.
“Noona, you look… nice,” he managed to blurt out.
Mila blinked. “‘Nice?’”
Jungwon immediately started to panic, while explaining that Mila “definitely looks better than just nice!” Mila however could only giggle fondly at his cuteness.
“Thanks, Wonnie.” Mila turned to Riki, who was staring at her face while smiling. “What is it?”
Riki laughed, showcasing his signature boxy smile. “Nothing,” he replied, “I just agree with Jungwon-hyung. You look pretty.”
“Ayeeee.”
Mila playfully pushed Riki, a small blush on her cheeks from the compliments she received from the two boys. That’s when she felt the others around her, looking her up and down with hungry eyes. Mila smiled, pretending not to notice them. Instead, she turned to the maknae again.
Riki cocked his head. Mila giggled at the his confused expression.
Of course he would pick up on the mischievousness in her aura. He was her partner in crime, after all — and far too curious for his own good. But alas, Mila wasn’t going to involve him or Jungwon in this particular plot of hers. For obvious reasons.
Mila smiled. “It’s nothing!” Mila then shooed both him off as one of the stage staff came to have a word with Jungwon. “You should go with Wonnie!” Mila insisted. “Keep him company!”
Once they were gone, she shut the door behind them and turned around with a smile.
The remaining members instantly knew something was up.
The moment Mila walked into the room, the elder males of the group had to do a double take when they saw her outfit. At first glance, one would usually notice her face first — her wide, sparkling eyes and the way her sweet smile pulled at the corners of her equally sweet-looking lips; the fluffiness of her cheeks, which one would instantly want to bite; and the pretty pink blush that seemed to chronically colour it. But this time, the hyung line would notice the way people’s eyes instantly drifted down to her body instead.
Stylists, makeup artists, cameramen outside the door. Everyone had stopped to stare for a moment, to take in the way her figure had so perfectly filled out her outfit and the way her legs seemed to stretch for miles because of it.
The boys weren’t stupid. They knew despite her angelic looks, Mila was just as capable of devilish schemes to rile them up and boil their blood. They knew Mila knew that they had a weakness for her in short skirts — and this time, she seemed to be taking advantage of it.
Sunoo’s fox-like eyes glinted as he caught Mila’s ‘innocent’ gaze. What are you up to now?
Those eyes followed her as she skipped over to Jake with a smile, before clinging onto his arm. From afar, it seemed like an innocent action. Just the youngest female group latching on to one of the older members like a cute girl clinging to their favourite toy — unless you knew all the not-so-innocent things to look for. For example, the way Mila softly pressed her breasts to his arm, pushing her bosom up and giving a perfect view of her supple cleavage thanks to the top buttons of her shirt being undone.
Sunoo almost burst out laughing when Jake’s eyes flickered exactly where Mila wanted them to, a harsh swallow causing his throat to bob.
“You didn’t say how you think I look,” Mila pointed out, a small pout on her cherry lipgloss-stained lips. “Aren’t you going to compliment me?”
The staff around the room chuckled, oblivious to the girl’s motives.
Only the members would know that Mila only spoke to Jake in Korean when she wanted others to know what they were talking about. And this seemed to be one of those occasions, considering the way the staff around them cooed at her words.
“Aigoo, our princess is so cute!” One of the makeup artists looked away from a stones-faced Sunghoon — who she had been applying eye shadow to — so that she could smile at Mila. “You look like a doll, really. A pretty doll.”
Mila smiled slyly. “Really?”
“Eung! Of course!”
The staff all let out sounds of approval.
“You tell her, Jake-ssi,” one of the hairstylists said as she made finishing touches to Jay’s hair. “It does wonders for girls to get compliments from the men that they adore, you know?”
Suddenly, Jake became the centre of all the staff’s expecting stares, drilling into him. They were practically daring him to try and upset their precious little starling, who — in their eyes — could do no wrong. Mila too blinked up at him expectantly, her wide doe eyes bearing holes into the side of his face, which Jake had wisely kept tilted above her head to avoid looking further down than he should.
“R-right…” Jake smiled and looked down at smile before biting his lip. The two of them stared at each other for a while, before Jake finally swallowed and said as stably as he could, “You look pretty.”
Sunoo was impressed, to say the least. As the one with the arguable highest libido in the group, not completely falling to Mila’s appeal was probably harder than singing live vocals while dancing. She was too good at making people breathless — especially when she first realised how much of an effect she had on others.
But this was the first time she was so daring about it.
If only the staff and Engenes knew just what sort of minx their pretty little “princess” really was. But then again… Sunoo supposed that side of her would always be reserved for them, and them alone.
For better or for worse.
Sunoo leant back in his chair as she watched Mila giggle before detaching herself from Jake’s arm, finally allowing him space to breathe. The older male was far too obvious, with how he desperately excused himself to go to the bathroom, flying out the door like he had drank too much water. (Or rather, Sunoo joked internally, not enough.)
As soon as Jake left, Mila immediately turned to the others. With a smile, she asked, “What about you guys? Do I look pretty?”
With that, Mila gave a little twirl, the material of her skirt spiralling outwards as she did so, revealing the safety shorts she wore under her skirt. She then posed, before standing there, waiting for their response. Sunoo’s eyes flickered down to her plush thighs, unbidden, the smooth skin on full display. He forced his eyes back up to her face before smiling.
“You look pretty,” he said, watching as a pink blush dusted her cheeks.
“He’s right,” Jay said in a low voice, his eyes hooded as he took on Mila’s appearance. “You look so pretty, Angel.”
The staff around them seemed to miss the tension completely, simply cooing at the interaction between the members.
“Thank you!” Mila laughed before one of the hair stylists walked behind her had accidentally dropped one of their brushes. Mila turned around and mindlessly picked it up, bending over, unaware of the way it exposed her to those sitting behind her.
A few seats down from Jay was Sunghoon, who had been watching Mila from the very start — from the moment she walked into the room — with a cold expression. Everything about the way she so shamelessly threw herself at Jake (and in front of so many staff at that), had him licking the inside of the cheek in annoyance. Because he knew she was doing it on purpose.
It was one thing to tease them. It was another to do it with so many people around them. Especially when she was bent over like that in front of him — the curve of her ass on full display, the only thing stopping her from flashing everyone in this room being the safety shorts she wore under the flimsy piece of material she called a skirt. And right before their concert, too?
Sunghoon watched as Mila smiled at the makeup artist, before handing their brush back. It amazed Sunghoon how none of them realised just what was happening before their very eyes.
“You’re such a good girl,” one of the hair stylists said, patting Mila on the head like she were some well-trained kitten.
Sunghoon barely bit back a scoff.
Good girl? He begged to differ.
“Baby, come here.” Heeseung patted the space next to him on the couch, with some of the staff members chuckling fondly at his casual use of the pet name. To them, it was a harmless
Sunoo, who remained ever the spectator, recognised that look on the elder member’s face immediately.
Mila was going to have one hell of a night.
MILA KNEW SHE POKED THE SLEEPING TIGER A LITTLE TOO MUCH THIS TIME.
After teasing her boyfriends a bit (or rather, a lot), she had momentarily gone back to her and Kiara’s changing room to check herself over again. She was left alone in the changing room, as Kiara had already left to check out the backstage area and look at the crowds that had gathered for them today. Mila was checking her hair once again in the mirror when a knock on the door caught her attention. She immediately turned to face it only to come face to face with Sunghoon, who she had seen not long ago.
“Sunghoonie-oppa?” She blinked up at him, wide eyes sparkling at the sight of him.
For a moment, Sunghoon almost forgot why he had visited her in the first place. Almost. While his heart melted at the sight of her, he wasn’t quick to forget the way those same eyes of hers had gleamed with the motive to send him over the edge.
“Stay there.”
His voice came out deep and authoritative when Mila took a step towards him. Mila immediately stayed out, freezing mid-step, before slowly retracting her foot and remaining in the place where she was asked to stay as Sunghoon locked the changing room door behind him.
Sunghoon stalked over with all the grace of a snow leopard, watching as Mila subconsciously took steps backwards until her hip hit the makeup desk behind her. A gasp fell from her pink lips as Sunghoon clicked his tongue, before immediately pressing his body up to hers.
“I said to stay,” he said, grabbing Mila’s hips in a tight grip. It was a good thing Mila didn’t choose a crop top today, especially with how his long fingers easily pressed into her stomach. “Don’t you listen?”
Mila glared weakly. She had always had a disobedient streak when it came to Sunghoon. Sunghoon didn’t know why she was always such a good girl except when it came to him (and Jake, though that was another matter), but he wasn’t complaining. He would be lying if he didn’t enjoy being able to receive her glares and weak insults, just so he can take his time to break that attitude of hers down until she was pliant and soft under his touch.
“I can listen— I just don’t want to.”
Sunghoon scoffed. “Watch it. You’re already in deep shit, doll, don’t make it worse.”
‘Doll.’ Not ‘Princess.’ That should have been the first sign that Mila was in a whole lot of trouble. There was only one time Sunghoon ever dropped his favoured nickname for her, and that was when he decided she was acting up too much for his liking. If Sunghoon called her a doll — like just now — it was because he planned on treating her like one, too. Just another thing for him to play around with.
And Mila would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it. Why else would she have acted out like this, if not to push her men to their limits?
“What if I want to?” Mila asked.
She slyly put her hands on the makeup desk behind her, leaning back, before titling her hips towards Sunghoon, spreading her legs so that his waist was slotted between them. Mila hooked her legs around his hips and used the anchorage to slowly roll her own hips forward, rubbing her core against his clothed length. She kept her eyes trained on his, taking in every change in his expression as she continued her actions.
Sunghoon gritted his teeth, trying not to show any reaction, and yet the growing tent in his pants were doing a poor job of hiding his true feelings. Especially when he had already been riled up before she did that. Not to mention the way his hands instantly flew to her waist.
Fuck, he thought.
“What are you going to do about it?” Mila asked, her voice soft and seductive.
Mila pressed her clothed core down tighter on Sunghoon’s erection. She threw her head back and moaned filthily.
“Oppa,” she whined breathily, the sound instantly shooting down to his member, “how are you so hard already?”
Sunghoon snapped. “You fucking brat.”
Without another warning, he stepped away from Mila, forcefully taking her legs from his waist. Mila winced as Sunghoon manhandled her, flipped her around so that her back was now facing him, before forcing her to lean forward by splaying a hand on her back and pushing her down.
Mila reflexively threw her arms out, so that she was now leaning forward on her elbows, her chest now pressed against the makeup bench. When she looked up, she couldn’t help but swallow harshly at the sight she saw in the mirror in front of her: her, bent over the makeup bench, her back arched and her ass up, with Sunghoon standing behind her, hands once again placed firmly on her hips.
The visual alone had a wave of heat coursing through her stomach, and she could feel the rush of arousal pooling between her legs, adding to the already present dampness in her pantries that she had gotten from grinding on Sunghoon’s hardened length. (Heck— actually, she had been wet even before then.)
Sunghoon clicked his tongue as Mila’a hips subconsciously starting to inch backwards, seeking friction to relieve the heat between her thighs. Without a warning, he landed a harsh smack against her ass, the sting causing Mila to flinch instinctively.
Ever since she first gave Sunghoon permission to do whatever he wanted with her body, however rough he wanted, whenever he wanted, he hadn’t passed up any opportunity to do just that — and every time, Mila felt a guilty pleasure from enjoying it as much as she did. It showed when she felt another rush of arousal and a wanton whimper fell past her lips, unbidden.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Sunghoon said, echoing his words from earlier. “Just be a good doll and take whatever I give you.”
To add to the threat of his words, his hands tightened on her hips. The next time Mila tried to move, she found that she couldn’t. After all — as strong as she was, she didn’t stand a chance against Sunghoon in strength. Not with his muscular build, that had only gotten more buff with his increasing obsession with the gym.
She whined, the ache between her legs growing more unbearable as she saw the way Sunghoon’s biceps flexed when they tried to restrain the movement of her lower half.
“Oppa,” she said, her voice pathetically small. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Sunghoon asked roughly, not the least bit swayed by her plea. He took a step closer, his hard length just barely brushing against her. She whined again, causing him to scoff. “Stop whining and use your words. You had no problem talking shit before.”
Mila’s pride from before long flew out the window, feeling Sunghoon so close to where she needed him the most.
“Please,” she begged, “Want you...”
Sunghoon scoffed. “What, like this?”
Without warning, Sunghoon gave Mila exactly what she was asking for, pressing his erection harshly against her from behind, rocking his hips forward in a sharp thrust that caused her to shift forward on the bench. She moaned, instantly moving her hips back to meet his, only for him to detach himself from her again. Before she could even make a complaint, she felt a harsh stinging on her backside from yet another slap.
“What did I say before?” Sunghoon asked. “No moving until I say so.”
Not being able to help herself through her impatience at the teasing, Mila retorted, “You only said to take what you give me. You never said anything about staying still.”
There was a moment of silence. Sunghoon scoffed. With that, he suddenly tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her rear back against him, using his hold on her to move her clothed core up and down his hardened length. She let out a surprised moan, her eyes rolling back as Sunghoon handled her like a rag doll.
“Oppa,” she mewled.
“Yeah?” Sunghoon asked, his voice hoarse. “You like that, don’t you? Like me handling you like this? You don’t even have to move a muscle when I can do it for you, do you?”
He groaned as he rolled his hips into her pliant body.
“Look at you,” he said. “I barely did anything and you’re already too fucked out to say anything. What happened to the mouthy brat from before, huh? The one who was bending over everywhere, letting everyone see this ass?” He growled. “MY ass.”
Sunghoon landed another slap on her ass, the smack echoing around the room along with Mila’s moans. Sunghoon was glad that mostly everyone was heading toward the stage area now, otherwise everyone might have heard those pretty noises she made for him — and him alone.
Mila didn’t have the strength in her to respond, too drunk in the feeling of him against her to form words. But this time, Sunghoon didn’t stop her. After all, if anything, it meant that he finally got her to lose the attitude.
…For now.
Another moan fell past Mila’s lips as he rolled his hips forward to meet hers over and over again in dizzying circles, creating a steady rhythm as they grinded against each other. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Mila’s pleasure and Sunghoon’s restrained groans as he watched her reactions through the mirror — the way her dark pink lips parted into a perfect ‘o’ and the way her breasts rubbed against the desk every time he thrusted forward. Sunghoon could have came right then and there. But he wasn’t done yet — even if he knew they were going to be called to the stage any time now.
Fuck it, Sunghoon thought.
Sunghoon reached one of his hands out to grasp Mila’s neck gently, before gripping the bottom of her jaw. He stepped forward and pushing into her, until her hip hit the bench again.
Sunghoon used the grip on her jaw to lift her face. He pressed this lips against her neck, before slowly making his way up with open, wet-mouthed kisses. As soon as she reached her sweet spot, he sucked on it harshly, causing her to whimper.
“You’re going to leave a mark,” Mila whined. Instead of stopping, Sunghoon only sucked harder, causing Mila to gasp. “Oppa…”
Answering her pleas, he hiked up her skirt, before slipping his fingers under both her safety shorts and her panties. Mila trembled as Sunghoon’s finger travelled down to her core, a low moan falling from her lips as he slid one of his fingers through her folds.
“Fuck, doll,” Sunghoon growled, before mirroring Mila’s words to him from earlier. “How are you so wet?”
“‘M—!” Mila but her lip to muffle a moan. “Not… wet…”
“You’re not?” Sunghoon asked in challenge. “Then what’s this?”
To add to his point, Sunghoon slid another finger into her folds, rubbing her warmth and causing a squelching sound to emit from just how drenched she was. Mila let out a dedperate whine when his hands found her bundle of nerves, which he circled with his middle finger, causing her to tremble in his arms.
“Fuck!” Mila cursed, rutting her hips against his hand to build more friction, like a rabbit in heat.
When Sunghoon compared her to a bunny on Weverse, Engenes probably had no idea that this was one of the reasons why.
Sunghoon chuckled before his fingers finally found her entrance, where she continued to gush arousal, covering his digits in enough slick that he could push them in immediately without resistance. But he didn’t, of course. Because Mila apparently still hadn’t learnt her lesson.
“Looks like someone still wants to act like a brat,” Sunghoon said.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, taking both of them by surprise.
“Mila-ssi?” A staff called out. “Mila-ssi, are you on here?”
Sunghoon looked at Mila, before pressing his lips to her ear, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He whispered, “Answer them.”
“Y-yes!” Mila replied, her voice shaky. “I’m here!”
Mila gasped when Sunghoon suddenly pushed one of his fingers into her heart, causing her to clench around him like a vice. She barely registered what the staff was saying, when all that she could think of was the feeling of his finger inside her — and how she wished there was more of him to fill her up.
“Mila-ssi?” The staff said again. “Did you hear me?”
Sunghoon raised a brow through the mirror, wordlessly telling Mila to continue.
“I—“ Mila choked back a moan when Sunghoon suddenly started to pump his finger in and out of her at an unbearably slow pace, causing her voice to quiver. “I-I heard!”
The staff was silent for a moment. “Are you okay?”
Mila softly mewled as Sunghoon began to slowly push a second digit in, his fingers coated by the constant river of arousal that flooded from her entrance. Her legs grew weaker with each deep stroke, with Sunghoon now supporting her weight with his own strength.
“I’m—!” Mila bit her lip to hold back another moan. “—fine! Just…”
Mila threw her head back against Sunghoon’s shoulder, which he took advantage of to pull down the collar of her shirt and lay harsh kisses along her clavicle. Her mouth fell open in pure ecstasy, before she was quickly reminded her that she hadn’t responded to the staff member yet.
“Mila-ssi?” The staff asked once again.
“Come on,” Sunghoon whispered tauntingly, like a devil in her ear. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m changing!” Mila blurted out in her frustration with her predicament, causing Sunghoon to chuckle.
“Ah, okay, okay. I see,” the staff said. “In that case, take your time. Just please remember to be at the stage in fifteen minutes.”
Mila hummed in what sounded to be agreement, but which was only a result of her pleasure at the administration of Sunghoon’s fingers between her legs. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of Mila’s honeypot, savouring the sweet sounds she let out in return. She could already feel a knot building up deep inside her stomach, ready to release at any moment.
Sunghoon pulled her to him, before leaning down to trap her in a searing kiss. Mila moaned at the feeling of his wet muscle intruding her mouth, tasting herself on him as they locked tongues. But before she could take the kiss any further, Sunghoon pulled away.
Mila whimpered in desperation, moving desperately against Sunghoon’s fingers. But as soon as the staff member’s steps got further away, he stopped.
“I didn’t say you could move.”
THE CONCERT WENT AS WELL AS IT COULD HAVE. And Mila had a thought that maybe she should thank Sunghoon for helping her ease tension in her body before the concert started, but dismissed the idea soon after. He might have made her fall apart on his fingers, but that didn’t mean she was going to admit defeat — especially with the teasing she had to put up with.
That aside, the time the concert was over, all Mila wanted to do was go home and collapse on her mattress at the hotel and huddle under the sheets. But of course, things never went to plan.
When Mila was walking through the hallways to get back to the changing room, the last thing she expected was to be pulled into the ambulant toilets by a large hand and then pinned against the wall. Mila almost screamed, ready to fight of the offender, when a familiar voice shushed her.
“Shhh, it’s me.”
“Jake?!” Mila let out a sigh, her hand over her heart. “You scared me! What are you doing?”
Rather than answering Mila’s question, Jake’s mouth covered hers in a desperate kiss, stealing Mila’s breath as he inhaled her — like he was drowning and she was the last pocket of air. He hooked her leg around his hip, spreading her so that he could push deeper against her, his hardened length pressing into her core. Mila whined at the sudden friction, granting Jake’s tongue entry into her mouth. He invaded every corner, ever book and cranny, so that the only thing left was him, suffocating her with his unspoken desire.
“Mm- Jake…” Mila moaned as Jake’s mouth travelled down her neck, before capturing her thirst between his teeth. “Wha…?” Mila’s question died on her tongue, another moan replacing it as her hips bucked up against Jake’s, grinding down onto his length.
“Fuck!” Jake groaned, unable to stop his desperate pants as he lifted Mila’s other leg onto him. Mila used to leverage to bounce harder and faster, ripping moan after moan from both their lips. “Fuck— yes,” Jake growled into her ear. “Just like that, baby.”
Mila gasped at the gravelly tone of her boyfriend’s voice, which was usually so sweet as it whispered into her ears. Now, rather than candied words, his voice carried the undertones of dangerous promises that Mila knew he would deliver.
“Need you so bad,” Jake said, his voice as hoarse and desperate as a thirsty man in a dessert. His fingers found the waistband of her shorts, pulling it down as far as he could with her underwear, before slowly letting Mila’s legs fall from his hips.
The whine that left Mila’s lips from the loss of contact went straight to Jake’s arousal, almost sending him over the edge from the mere desperation in it. From the moment she teased him back in the dressing room — revealing the soft flesh her cleavage in his face, pressing against him so that he could feel every damned inch of her body — he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without tasting her. Then she had to go and flaunt her pretty curves in his face during the concert, moving her hips in a way that had him reeling with the want to have her replicate those same moves in private. To have grinding down on him like she was doing not too long ago.
He didn’t know how he managed to make it through the night without a sporting a hard-on in front of the entire crowd every time he made eye contact with her, but now that he had her alone, he wasn’t letting her leave until she gave him what he wanted. Jake pulled her shorts and panties right down to her ankles, before pulling them right off her legs, not wanting anything getting in his way to his prize.
Without a care as to where they went when he tossed them aside, he used his strength to pull Mila’s legs over his shoulder’s, pulling them apart to accomodate his head in between her knees. He pulled her skirt up, the fabric so insignificant that it barely needed adjusting in order for Jake to see what lay beneath it. The position gave him the perfect view of her bare folds, absolutely dripping with arousal, all his for the taking.
He pressed kisses along the soft flesh of her inner thighs — the ones that had been flaunted the whole night by her ridiculously tiny skirt — travelling upwards with each one.
“Jake!” Mila gasped, unable to control her breathing as she felt his hot breathe against her core, sensing more slick gushing from her entrance. And yet, she was still somehow aware of the fact that the other members would likely be waiting for them so that they could drive back to the hotel. “We don’t have time—”
Mila was cut off by her own moan when Jake had licked a long stripe against her folds, his resounding grown sending pleasurable vibrations up her body. Jake sighed as he tasted her sweet nectar on his tongue. When Mila attempted to clench her thoughts together, he forced them further apart, clicking his tongue in annoyance when she whimpered his name.
“Just shut up and let me eat your pussy.”
Mila gasped, her hole involuntarily clenching at the demand. And without another word, Jake’s mouth was on her.
Mila threw her head back as she felt his mouth move against lower lips like he was making out with them, flicking his tongue and grazing her nub with his teeth with unbridled enthusiasm, not caring for calculation. He already knew that the sloppy mess he made, the wet sounds of both her arousal and his tongue, were enough to send to her impending release.
“Fuck,” Jake said, his breaths coming out desperate as he moved back in for more. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Look at you so wet...” He chuckled, his breath fanning her nub. “You said we don’t have time but you already look like you’ll come just from this.”
Jake licked another strip up Mila’s folds, before positioning it at the entrance. Mila moaned as she felt Jake’s tongue prodding her entrance, before stiffening completely and shooting up, making its home within her warm walls. Mila’s fingers locked into Jake’s curls, gripping it with enough strength to rip hair form his scalp — before rutting her hips desperately against his tongue, his nose rubbing perfectly against her bundle of nerves.
“Ah, fuck!”
Mila could feel the knot in her stomach tighten unbearably as Jake moaned against her, the vibrations adding to the stimulation caused by his tongue. Jake’s hands found their way to her hips, encouraging her movements so that she was riding his tongue, while he ate up every bit of her that she gave to him, as if it were his final meal.
With the way his head was trapped beneath Mila’s plush thighs, his walls refusing to let go of his tongue, it was almost as if he might suffocate from the lack of air. And yet he couldn’t care less. He wouldn’t care if he breathed his last — if it was in between her legs, then he was already in heaven.
“Jake!” she cried out, before finally reaching her limit.
When she finally came undone on his tongue, he lapped up every drop of her essence, moaning like she had granted him the greatest meal of his life. He didn’t care where it went, how much of a mess he made, as long as he had his fill. Mila’s legs trembled in their place while Jake licked her clean, her head lolled back against the wall. The bathroom was filled with the sound of her panting breaths and Jake’s sloppy eating, and Mila knew if anyone saw them now, they would never be able to recognise them. Not when they were as debauched as this. And certainly not with Mila’s slick was smeared all over Jake’s mouth.
“You’re a mess,” Mila said when Jake stood to his feet.
Jake smirked and who led his lips clean of her essence, his hand wiping his jaw. “And I made you cum. Looks like we’re even.”
Mila scoffed. “Not until I make you cum, too.”
Jake’s eyes widened when Mila’s hands reached down to the zipper of his jeans, before slowly lowering herself to the ground.
Jake swore when Mila’s hand released his member, her eyes sparkling with unbidden desire. “I thought you said we didn’t have time.”
Mila clicked her tongue.
“Just shut up and let me suck your dick.”
IF ANYONE KNEW WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN MILA AND JAKE, they didn’t say a word about it. But even so, Mila couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when she felt the older members’ knowing glances towards her, making her duck her head in shame, her cheeks flaming hot. Jake, however, couldn’t wipe the smug look on his face. And for that, Mila was only more mortified.
Thankfully, no one said anything on the matter — though, on the ride back home, Jay had placed on her thigh, massaging his way up slowly as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. The three of them were in the van with Sunoo, who happened to be fast asleep. So Jay spoke quietly, not to wake him.
“Have fun today?”
Mila could only blush, before nodding slightly. From his words alone, Jay could be asking about the concert, but the tone of his voice left no room for doubt that he wasn’t asking about that in particular. Heeseung chuckled from her other side and placed a kiss on her cheek. Mila thought that would be it… but before Heeseung pulled away, he discreetly moved to kiss the top of her ear.
“Make sure to clean up well, okay?” he whispered softly. “It’s not fair that you got to spend time with Jake and Sunghoon, don’t you think?”
Mila didn’t know how it was possible for her cheeks to grow even warmer than they already were, but they did at Heeseung’s implication. Jay squeezed her thigh, and the rest of the ride went in silence. When they arrived at the hotel, Mila had to fight to stay awake, barely registering how she was able to make it up to her floor level. She had been so eager to get to her room, however, that she realised she flew off without getting her hotel room key from her manager.
Mila groaned, palming her forehead. What an idiot.
“Mila? You’re still out here?”
Mila whipped around before smiling as Sunoo came into view. “Eung. I forgot to grab my key.”
“Aye, you idiot,” Sunoo teased with a smile, causing Mila to laugh. “In that case, why don’t you wait with me in me and Sunghoonie-hyung’s room and you can text Kiara-noona to bring the key with her when she gets here?”
Mila lit up at the suggestion. “Good idea! That saves me from having to grab it myself.”
Mila really didn’t have the energy to call her manager and take the elevator down when there was an easier option. After sending a text through, Mila followed Sunoo into his room without a second thought, untangling the ribbons from her hair as he shut and locked the door behind them.
“What do you want to do while we wait?” Sunoo asked. “I was going to shower but I can just wait until you leave before I do.”
Mila hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t mind whatever.” Mila then smiled. “But it would be nice if we could hang out until they get here, so I don’t fall asleep.”
Sunoo laughed. “Okay. Then we’ll hang out until then.”
Sunoo walked over to the be before sitting on the edge, sighing as he felt the sheets beneath his fingers. But then his eyes unconsciously flickered over to Mila’s standing figure, before drifting down to her bare legs. His eyes became fixated on her every movement as she bent down to untie her shoelaces.
He felt the temperature rise as she took in her appearance, the skirt she had been wearing today looking all the more tempting when he was the only one seeing her in it. He swallowed, hoping to hide his affected he was when Mila started to walk over.
“Do we have to sit on the bed?” Mila asked with a smile. “I don’t want to get all my sweat on the sheets.”
Sunoo felt his blood pressure rise at the double meaning of her words. And the only thing he could think was that he didn’t mind if they got the bed a little dirty — especially when they so rarely got the opportunity. Thank goodness he was bold, otherwise the tension in the air would have led to nothing but an uncomfortable feeling in his pants.
“Then come here?” Sunoo patted his lap, a sly smile on his face when Mila blushed.
She laughed. “What even?”
Mila walked over to him shyly, before standing in front of him. He looked up at her and, in one movement, grabbed her worst and pulling her on to him. Sunoo hadn’t counted on Mila to fall slightly to the side, but the position she ended up in was compromising all the same. Mila threw her hands out to stabilise herself as she fell, grabbing onto Sunoo’s broad shoulders to keep her upright. She gasped as she found herself straddling his thigh, the feeling of the string muscles under her sending an unexpected feeling up her body.
Mila didn’t know how she managed to be so horny when she was so tired — but it felt good, and that was all that mattered to her at that moment.
“Sunoo?” Mila gasped out, unknowingly sinking down further onto his thigh. Sunoo bit his lip to hide the smile on his face as her eyelids fluttered, her hands tightening their hold on his shoulders — so much so, he was expecting nail marks to be there the next morning.
“You can’t fall asleep, remember?” Sunoo reminded in a sultry tone. “So I’ll help you stay awake.”
Sunoo’s hands fell down to her waist, gripping it tightly as he tensed his thigh muscles. Mila threw her head back her hips stuttering at the added pressure, her eyes screwed shut. She bit her lip to hold back her moan. The sight of pleasure twisting her features caused Sunoo’s member to rise, knowing he was the cause of it.
He had to watch her tease all his hyungs earlier on in the dressing rooms — bat her eyelashes and twirl like a ballerina, knowing fully well that her skirt would leave little to the imagination when it did. And yet, she hadn’t thought to give her favourite fox the same treatment. That deserved some form of punishment, didn’t it?
“You were so mean to me today,” Sunoo said with a pout. “I felt left out because of you, you know?” Mila whimpered when Sunoo buried his nose into her neck, his breath tickling he sweet spot. “Thought you were ignoring me…”
Mila shook her head. “Sorry, Sunoo,” she breathed out. “Didn’t mean to… Was only trying to tease…”
Sunoo hummed before placing a light kiss against Mila’s neck. “It’s okay… Because I have you now.”
To accentuate his words, Sunoo dragged Mila forward by the waist, building gliding friction between her clothed core and his thigh. Mila made a drawn out moan, causing Sunoo to smile in satisfaction. He took her sounds of pleasure like a choir of songbirds in the morning — a beautiful sound of nature that could only be produced as someone as beautiful as her.
“You sound so pretty like this, Byeol-ah,” he cooed. “Sing for me more?”
Without another word, Mila’s hips rolled back and forth against Sunoo’s thigh, each one earning a tone of pleasure from her pink lips. Sunoo hummed, wishing to steal her mouth in a kiss, if it weren’t for the fact he yearned to hear more of her song. So he could only rock her back and forth against his thigh, before his own lips started to seek relief against her knee, which was slotted between his legs perfectly.
The two broke out in harmony, the room filled with their pleasures tune. Mila whined and whimpered, seeking more and more, until her body was too hot to continue as they were. Her fingers travelled to Sunoo’s shirt, clumsily pulling it up from his abdomen. He didn’t protest, letting Mila undress him to reveal his milky white skin, his slender waist toned abs.
Mila was next: Sunoo’s fingers found their way to her buttons, undoing every one before carelessly tugging it off from her frame. He threw it to the side. To his surprise, he was being pushed back onto the bed, his bare back meeting the soft sheets, and one thing led to another. He stared up in awe at Mila’s topless figure, clad only in a black bralette, her nipples poking slightly through the soft fabric.
His pants came off as he lay in a trance. Only when Mila went to slip off her skirt did he come to his senses.
“No,” he said. “Leave it on.”
Mila laughed but didn’t oppose his wish. She kicked off her safety shorts and panties, leaving her lower half bare other than her skirt. Sunoo watched in rapture as she settled over the tent in his briefs. He gasped as she lowered herself onto him, pressing down against his length and moaning as she grinded against it, her arousal leaking from her bare core. Sunoo whined at the feeling, not caring that his roommate might be back any time now and walk in on the two of them in such a sinful situation. All he could think of was how good it felt to feel her rub against him so desperately, soaking him through his briefs. He was so close now — and he couldn’t stop.
“More,” he gritted out, his hands finding her hips as he bucked up into her, watching her bounce from the force.
And Mila gave him just that.
Without a warning, she reached into his briefs, her slender fingers wrapping around his member, before guiding it out of his briefs. Sunoo choked on a low groan when Mila slid his length through her folds, coating it with her juices. Mila moaned at the feeling of his member against her bare core, her hips unable to stop grinding on to it until her need for release was satiated.
It came not long after, for both of them. And as they lay there panting, with Mila falling against his chest, there was only one thing she could think of.
“Looks like we really did get the sheets dirty after all.”
They laughed.
— BONUS SCENE —
“Oh no!” Mila gasped a she sat upright. “I was mean to go visit Jay-oppa and Heessungie-oppa after I shower!”
Sunoo laughed. “Well, you haven’t showered yet, remember?”
Mila blinked. “True… But I probably should now, considering the mess we made. Hopefully they haven’t been waiting too long.”
Just as Mila asked that, a voice came from outside their door. “Sunoo-yah, are you there?”
Sunoo’s eyes widened. “Jay-hyung?”
“Yeah,” replied another voice, which could only belong to Heeseung. “Manager said Mila forgot her key and asked us to drop it off, but she wasn’t answering her phone, so we came to ask if you knew where she was.”
Mila and Sunoo exchanged looks. First hey registered their position, with Mila straddling him. Then they looked to the discarded clothes all over the floor. And finally, they both looked down at the mixture of white splayed all over their lower halves.
概括 › 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ﹕─┈ AESPA has a collaboration with ENHYPEN… Only this time, it’s not with MiLA.
﹟ 𝘄𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝘀 ፡ ፡ lots of talk about shipping idols romantically, but take not that i don’t actually support the idea of it, nor is this supposed to reflect their actual relationships irl
part i. | part ii.
RUMOURS AND GOSSIP WERE A STAPLE OF THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY. But more often than not, it left one wondering: What was a lie? What was the truth?
Mila would never know everything for sure. What she did know, however, was that something very interesting was going on with PR at SM and HYBE at the moment. Otherwise, there was no reason for them to pair the Aespa girls with anyone other Mila and Kiara for TikToks — that is, considering the influx of dating rumours that surfaced at the beginning of 2023.
And yet, here Mila was, standing on the side as she watched Karina and Winter film TikToks with Heeseung and Sunghoon for both respective groups’ new title tracks.
Mila titled her head as they filmed. Indeed, it was a very surreal image to look at…
Why pair Karina-eonnie with Heeseungie-oppa of all people? she thought.
It wasn’t as if there was anything wrong with them filming a TikTok together. But after the shipping incident that blew up all over social media, Mila assumed the companies would have avoided pairing the two up for anything in order to avoid dating scandals. So why take the risk?
And why am I here?
Mila looked around, lips puckered. Everyone was occupied with filming the TikTok that she might as well not have been there at all. In fact, she herself didn’t even know why she was still standing there. After all, she had already greeted the older girls before the filming commenced — but for some strange reason, as soon as Winter and Karina were called to film the TikTok in a seperate location, Mila mindlessly said she would follow them.
“I’ll come and cheer you on,” Mila had said at the time.
To this, the older girls happily indulged her and allowed Mila to cling off their arms as they walked to the assigned venue together.
In Mila’s mind, it made sense for her to be there so she could be a bridge for the members of the two groups, lest it become awkward between them. But the more Mila stood there, the more she realised that she wasn’t needed at all.
There was a short break for the members as the prepared to film for ‘I’m the Drama’, allowing for the artists to chat among themselves briefly to fill in the gaps. And from Mila’s point of view, they were getting along pretty well without her.
Karina was nodding as she looked up at Heeseung, who was talking about something that was inaudible to Mila because of her distance. Heeseung’s back was facing Mila, so she didn’t get to read his lips. But what he said next must have been amusing, since Karina spared a pretty laugh to his comment, earning a smile from him in return. Mila had to physically fight the urge to get closer and get a better listen — as if there was a string pulling her back by the neck.
No, she internally scolded, You have to respect their privacy.
Mentally congratulating herself for resisting her curisoity, Mila turned her attention to the other pair.
Sunghoon and Winter were an even more curious duo than Heeseung and Karina. Sunghoon was speaking animatedly about something with Winter actively giving her own comments. His time as a Music Bank MC with Wonyoung did him good, seeing as his introverted self couldn’t hold a conversation with a female that wasn’t Mila, Kiara, or Kiara on first try. Even when Mila and Sunghoon were first getting to know each other, he hadn’t been nearly so talkative. It struck a chord of pride in her heartstrings.
That’s good, Mila thought with a nod. He’s become more confident!
Neither pairs Mila observed were showing much of the awkwardness that Mila had been anticipating. Even though their first introductions were fairly uptight, they had loosened up a lot more. It seemed perhaps Mila was the only one who was worrying over nothing… It seemed the dating rumours weren’t much of a hindrance after all.
Of course, she thought. Why would they be? They’re not even true.
So why was she worrying so much about the possibility of another shipping incident? Another propagated lie?
The cameramen had gotten ready to shoot again, indicating that the small break would be over soon. Mila scratched the top of her head before sighing. I’m overthinking again. Idiot.
Mila plastered a smile on her face as she turned to her manager beside her. “Eonnie, I’ll head off first.”
“Already?” Manager Kim asked, eyes widened in surprise. It was unusual for Mila to leave halfway through anything — especially when it concerned her beloved members. “Didn’t you say you wanted to wait here for them to finish so you could grab lunch together with Sunghoon and Heeseung?”
Mila shook her head and smiled weakly. “My shoes are starting to hurt my feet. I’ll wait for them in the changing rooms.”
Manager Kim hummed and nodded in understanding. “Okay. Get some rest, then. I’ll bring them over once they’re finished.”
Manager Kim patted Mila’s arm gently, exuding a maternal warmth. Mila smiled in return — this time, a little more genuine. She bowed before walking away, ensuring to give proper farewells to the staff who were working hard for the idols. With that, she started to walk off, slightly dragging her feet behind her.
Mila sighed. She felt defeated, and didn’t even know why. Perhaps it was true when people said one’s greatest enemy was the one inside their mind.
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MILA REGRETTED GOING TO THE BATHROOM AS SOON AS SHE GOT THERE. She had only opened the door just the slightest bit, ready to walk inside, when she suddenly heard two voices speaking inside. Mila recognised one of them immediately as one of the boys’ stylists. The other happened to be one of hers.
“Did you see Karina and Winter with Heeseung and Sunghoon earlier?” The boys’ stylist asked. “Their visuals are insane.”
“Right!” Mila’s stylist said. “Especially Karina — she looks like AI, seriously.”
There was immediate agreement from the boys’ stylist and the two continued to fawn over the beautiful members of Aespa. It was harmless, and Mila found herself smiling at the well-earned praise that her friends were receiving.
But of course, it didn’t stop there.
“You know, I was thinking,” the boys’ stylist began, “don’t you think Karina and Heeseung look really good together?”
Mila froze.
“Really?” Mila’s stylist asked. There was a small silence before she hummed in agreement. “Actually now that you think about it… They kinda do.”
“That’s what I’m saying!” The boys’ stylist exclaimed excitedly. “As soon as I saw them standing side by side I was like, ‘Wah, that’s a power couple right there.’”
Mila’s stylist made an uncertain noise. “I don’t know— Heeseung and Mila are so cute together, though.”
Mila didn’t cry, but she would admit she was touched by her stylist’s words. You’re my favourite from now on!
Unfortunately, the boys’ stylist didn’t seem to agree.
“I don’t know— they’re cute and all… But for some reason I feel like he would be into older girls? You know, someone more chic elegant. Karina would be perfect,” she reasoned.
As much as Mila hated to admit it, the boys’ stylist did have a point — Heeseung did seem a lot like someone to be into older females, considering the amount of Noona fans he had shamelessly flirted with… But still! Mila could be elegant and chic, too, if she wanted — it was just not the image that was commonly associated with her.
The boys stylist then hummed thoughtfully. “Do you think there’s a chance for something to happen between them? I mean, they didn’t know each other before, but now that they’re filming together…”
Mila let the bathroom door shut, not wanting to listen to any more of what they had to say.
These kind of speculative whispers weren’t new to Mila. The entertainment industry was full of it. Idols like her were often the talk of the town — for better or for worse. But while Mila had learnt to let baseless words remain exactly that, it was one thing to hear about herself, and another to hear about her men with someone else. From staff who actually worked with her, nonetheless!
The Enhypen staff witnessed firsthand the level of intimacy between Mila and the boys — on a daily basis, at that. The makeup artists and stylists learnt to expect Mila sleeping soundly on one of their laps in the changing rooms. The cameramen had developed a sixth sense for when they needed to turn the camera away in order to avoid capturing her having her cheeks being pecked or caressed by one of them. And the managers had become professionals at damage control when the boys got too rowdy while bickering for Mila’s attention.
Mila sighed. Now she was not only feeling terrible for being wary of her own friends being involved in scandals with her men, she was also feeling like a complete ‘pick me’ for thinking of all the ways it made no sense for people to ship them with anyone but herself.
When did I become so pathetic? Mila thought bitterly. She practically stomped her way to the next closest bathroom. How annoying. I was having such a good day today, too...
It was like history was repeating itself. She was practically reliving the memory of the Aespa and Enhypen shipping incident earlier this year — only this time, it was in the flesh. And just like before, it was really bringing out the ugliest side of her.
Thankfully, by the time Mila returned to the girls’ changing room, she was glad to find that she managed to find her happy place again, thereby escaping all the negative thoughts that were plaguing her. (This was, in part, thanks to a Snickers bar she purchased from a vending machine on the way back. Truly, no one was themself when they were hungry.)
Kiara was sprawled out on one of the lounges when she walked inside, snacking on a sausage stick while scrolling mindlessly on her phone. Seeing the younger female, Kiara immediately asked about the TikTok filming.
“How was it?” Kiara asked after swallowing her mouthful of food.
Mila hummed absentmindedly. “Good,” she said. “They should be finishing up soon.”
Kiara raised her eyebrows as she took another bite of her sausage snack. “You didn’t wait for them?”
Mila shrugged and took a seat next to Kiara. “I didn’t need to be there.” Kiara looked at Mila sceptically, sensing that she wasn’t quite telling the entire story. Mila took a packet of chips from the middle of the table and changed the subject. “Where did all these come from?”
Kiara scratched her eyebrow. “Manager Seo brought them,” she said, “and he told me to tell you not to overdo it with the snacks, and eat a proper meal.”
Mila let out a little laugh. “Okay, okay…” Mila opened the packet and brought a chip to her mouth. “Tastes good.”
Mila smiled and pretended nothing was wrong. As such Kiara pretended it was true. It was for the best. After all, the people who would be able to comfort Mila the most in this situation wasn’t her. And so, both girls continued eating in silence — letting the younger believe in her own white lie.
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“WHERE DID MILA GO?”
Sunghoon and Heeseung had just bid goodbye to Karina and Winter after a successful filming, ready to be greeted by Mila’s warm smile and congratulations, after standing on the sideline waiting for them to finish. However, their dreams were cut short when they arrived at her previous spot only to find she was no longer there.
“She said her feet were hurting,” Manager Kim said, “so she went to wait inside the changing room.”
“She did?” Sunghoon asked. He whipped out his phone, trying to find a text from her that she wasn’t feeling ill. However, there was nothing there. He frowned.
“Did she look like she was in a lot of pain?” Heeseung’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern.
Manager Kim laughed and shook her head. “No, she just seemed really tired. Otherwise, she definitely would have stayed for the rest of the shoot — you know how she is.”
Indeed, Sunghoon and Heeseung knew exactly what kind of person she was. And she wasn’t the type to leave without a word. Call it their Mila senses, but they had a nagging suspicion that something was going on with their precious girlfriend. For now, however, the wouldn’t raise too much suspicion.
“That’s okay,” Heeseung replied. “You said she was in the girls’ changing room, right? Me and Sunghoon can go pick her up — you should go get lunch. You worked hard today.”
Knowing how stubborn the boys could be, Manager Kim agreed to their suggestion. With that, the older woman left. As soon as she was out of sigh, the two young men looked at each other, before sharing the same exact goal.
When they arrived at the girls’ changing room, Mila was lying down on the couch, supporting her head with her outfit jacket. She was typing something away on her phone and didn’t notice the two’s arrival until Sunghoon walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on top of her head. She looked up with a confused expression. But after seeing Heeseung’s and Sunghoon’s faces, she immediately broke out into smile and stood from her seat.
“You’re finished?” Mila asked cheerily. “How did it go?”
Heeseung nodded, sparing a small smile as he patted her head. “It went okay. Were you waiting long?”
Mila shook her head vigorously. “Not at all.” She then smiled up at Sunghoon and Heeseung, before linking their arms. “Should we get some food now?”
“Before that— How’s your feet?” Sunghoon asked. “Manager Kim told us they were sore.”
“Huh?” Mila looked down at her feet, which were still in the same shoes that she claimed to hurt her. She had completely forgotten about the lie she had told her manager before now. Mila “oh”ed awkwardly. “Well… They’re not hurting at the moment?”
Mila blinked as Sunghoon and Heeseung gave her knowing stares. They didn’t buy her excuse at all, and it showed. Of course they knew something was wrong — they knew her better than anyone else. Even if Mila pretended to be fine, they had seen her pretend enough to be able to tell.
Sunghoon walked past Mila and took a seat on the couch. He leaned forward, with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers intertwined. “Sit down.”
Mila sighed and did as he said, taking a seat next to him, with Heeseung sitting down on her right. She looked down at the floor, her eyes trained on a random spot in the carpet beneath her feet, which she hadn’t even noticed until now. Heeseung sighed on her right.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, using the back of his hand to gently caressing her cheek. “What’s bothering you?”
“Was it about the TikTok?” Sunghoon asked. He placed a hand on her thigh and gave it a slight squeeze, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read her expression. “Were you upset?”
Mila sighed. She supposed it was useless to try and run away from the problem, especially when the two of them were determined to get answers from her. She grabbed Sunghoon’s hand and fiddled with his fingers absent-mindedly.
“It wasn’t that— well, not entirely,” Mila replied, causing Sunghoon to frown. “I’m glad you guys were getting along with my friends… So it didn’t bother me you guys were filming. But as I was walking by the bathroom, I overheard some of our stylists talking about how good you guys would look as couples…”
Heeseung and Sunghoon exchanged glances. From what they knew, careless gossip like that in a public space by their staff shouldn’t have even been allowed: If their own staff were saying things like that, it would cause a huge problem. This time, they happened to be overheard by Mila — but imagine how much worse it would be if someone who didn’t know the truth were to use the stylist’s proximity to Enhypen to justify a dating rumour.
They would have to talk to the managers about this later. But for now, they focused entirely on their baby, and what was bothering her.
Mila sighed, pursing her lips. “I guess I was just jealous that after it gets posted, all I’ll be seeing and hearing for the next few months is people saying how good you guys look together. Or even worse, people thinking that you’re already together.”
Heeseung hummed in understanding. “That’s only natural, baby,” he said gently, bringing her closer to him so he could press a kiss to her temple. “I’d be upset too if I kept hearing people talking about how good you look dating someone that wasn’t us…”
Sunghoon could definitely agree to that. Mila had yet to have a dating speculation as major as the Enhypen boys and Aespa shipping incident — but she was still the Milana Bai, K-pop’s Princess. There was no shortage of romantic ships that she had become involved with for even sharing eye contact with someone. Those were already enough to strike a nerve in Sunghoon — he couldn’t imagine if she was involved in something like Heeseung was with Karina earlier in the year.
“But you do know we love you, right?” Heeseung asked.
Mila looked up at him and nodded fervently. “Of course! I know that.” She smiled brightly. “So don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay. After all — I know the truth.”
Sunghoon smiled proudly, his vampire fang flashing. He placed a finger under Mila’s chin and turned her head to face him, before leaning in for a short but sweet kiss to her soft lips. Sunghoon hummed as he briefly swiped his tongue across her lips, tasting a bit of her peach-flavoured gloss. Mila giggled as she leant away, only for Sunghoon to bring her back using a grip to the back of her neck.
“One more,” he mumbled against her lips, his eyelids fluttering shut as he swiped his tongue out for another taste. “You taste so good…”
“Okay, okay. That’s enough.” Heeseung reached behind Mila and gently pushed Sunghoon’s shoulder away, before pulling Mila to his chest. “We were meant to get lunch, not eat her,” he joked while laughing.
Heeseung looked down at Mila and placed a kiss to her nose, giggling at the way it scrunched, making her look like a bunny when paired with her round eyes. He couldn’t resist the urge anymore and grabbed her face in his large, warm palms, before pecking every inch of skin available.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered. “Love you so much…”
Mila giggled at the affectionate attack. When Heeseung was done, Sunghoon nuzzled his face into her neck, placing a loving peck against her pulse. “I’m all yours. So don’t worry, okay?” He placed another lasting kiss to the corner her lips. “Love you,” he whispered. “My Princess...”
Mila hummed pleasantly, resting her head against Sunghoon’s to rub her cheek against his. “Love you too. Both of you.”
After the two men showered Mila in enough affection and care to get her mind off what she heard earlier, they carefully questioned her about the exact words of the stylists she had overheard earlier. Needless to say, the next time the boys saw her, they went above and beyond to subtly show her just how wrong she had been about what she had said.
If anyone noticed the way Heeseung and Sunghoon suddenly dialled up their affection with Mila whenever the she was around — doting on her every second, talking in a sweet tone to her and her alone; and constantly spoiling her with hugs on set — they didn’t say a word about it in front of them. But one day, when Mila went to the bathroom, she was happy to hear the same voice that claimed Karina and Heeseung to be a ‘power couple’ singing a completely tune.
“Actually, when I think about it… I think Mila looks better with the two of them,” the boys’ stylist said. “I ship it.”
⟢ SUMMARY. Seven times each of the boys got jealous, and one time they got jealous together.
WARNINGS. jealousy & possessiveness, mention of a hickey (sunoo), suggestive (jay, jungwon, sunghoon)
NOTES. surprise it’s me 😼 this is a very light chapter to give a a real from all the emotions of the last two updates 😭 but writing about jealousy happens to be one of my weakest points so this is also self-improvement training too ig 😪⌇ word count: ⌇reference to bright like a diamond in jake’s⌇takes place during dark blood era
now playing … ‘jealous’ by nick jonas
ONE. ❝ I DON’T LIKE THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT YOU … ❞
JAY DIDN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS PARTICULARLY POSSESSIVE. Among the hyung line of Enhypen, he saw himself as the least easy to revert to what he considered to be ‘primal instinct’ — also known as caveman behaviour. No, Jay was above that. He was a refined, well-mannered, elegant gentleman.
So then why was his blood boiling so much right now?
It was after their Music Bank stage for ‘Bite Me’. Jay had accompanied Mila to go on a walk the boyfriend like the good boyfriend he was. At that moment, Jay couldn’t help but notice the pair of young-looking males behind her, their heads craning and mouths slightly agape as they watched her walk past. There was no reason why Jay should be getting this riled up over someone looking at his girlfriend — after all, Jay knew she looked beautiful, and it wasn’t the first time she had turned heads by merely walking.
But there was just something about their gazes that rubbed him the wrong way. Something about how their eyes seemed to linger a little too long at her glowing face, illuminated by the smile that she wore upon seeing Jay; how those same eyes burned with familiar emotions as they caught the way Mila’s hips swayed with every step, the length of her legs accentuated from the shorts and long boots she wore. In her all-white outfit, she looked like an angel — just as Jay always said.
Jay tongued the inside of his cheek as he watched them nudging each other before they looked behind them again for more.
Nor was it the last time, either.
If Jay thought it would be over as soon as they left the vicinity of those shameless eyeballers, then he was completely wrong. Because before he even got the chance to bring Mila back to the safety of the changing rooms, he had already spotted several dangerous gazes on Mila as they walked past, looking her up and down with an appreciation for her attractiveness that Jay was familiar with. Having enough, he decided to pull her into an empty room along the way, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Ah, I can’t do this anymore…”
Mila looked up at Jay in confusion. “Do what?”
Jay didn’t say another word as he took off his jacket, draping it over Mila’s shoulder like a cape. Mila looked down at it, before returning her gaze back to Jay’s eyes. Upon looking closely, she could see a familiar fire stirring in his eyes, so intense and heated that anyone that looked into them might get burnt.
“Oppa, are you okay?” Mila whispered, lowering her voice as she took a step closer to him. “What’s wrong?”
Jay sighed. His hands snuck up beneath the blazer he draped over and and rubbed Mila’s arms. He stepped forward, backing Mila against the wall before pressing his forehead against hers. He sighed before closing eyes to avoid looking into Mila’s eyes.
“They’re annoying me.”
Mila blinked. “Who? Why?”
Jay laughed, despite himself. “Those guys who keep looking at you… they’re annoying me.”
It was silent. Jay wondered if Mila was silently judging him for having such a reaction to something as simple as people looking at her. But instead, Mila giggled, causing Jay to open his eyes.
“Why are you laughing?” Jay asked, trying to be serious, only to fail miserably when a smile made its way on his gestures. He placed his hands on her waist and dug his fingers into her sides to tickle her, causing her to squeal in surprise. “Is it funny to you?”
“No!” Mila laughed, trying in vain to tear his hands from her sides. “It’s cute, cute!”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “‘Cute’?”
Mila giggled. “Eung. You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
Without another word, she pressed her lips against his. He responded immediately, his hand cupping her cheek to bring her face as close to him as was physically possible. His kiss was possessive in the way it escalated from soft, to demanding, his mouth so desperate to meld against hers it was almost bruising. His tongue flicked out for a second to taste an explosion of cherry and peach from her lips, a flare of desire in his chest when she hummed softly against him. However, to his dismay, she put her hands on his chest, before gently pushing him away.
“As much as I would love to makeout with you, I don’t think we should be doing it when everyone is waiting for us to go back.”
Jay laughed, nodding his head sensibly as he caressed Mila’s cheek. “Later?”
Mila smiled. “Later.” Mila pecked his cheek. “I love you.”
Jay chuckled, his previous feeling overwhelmed by warmth and adoration for the girl in front of him. “I love you too.”
(Maybe, just maybe, Jay would admit that he was a little more possessive than he thought.)
TWO. ❝ I’M STARTING TO THINK YOU WANT HIM TOO… AM I CRAZY? HAVE I LOST YOU? ❞
SUNGHOON LIKED TO CONSIDER HIMSELF A CALM PERSON. Even when he was angry, he rarely raised his voice, settling instead for a cold sort of anger, that was — while intimidating — not as heated as Jay (just as an example). It was something he learned from his years as a figure skater, and he had learned to pride himself in his ability to keep his feelings under control.
But of course, that all flew out the window whenever Mila was involved.
Sunghoon glared as Mila squealed at the television screen, where she was watching the new season of her newest drama obsession. Which wasn’t a bad thing at all — except she couldn’t seem to stop fangirling over one of the leads.
“WAH!” Mila jumped up from her seat, almost toppling the box of chocolates on her lap, when the lead came onto the screen, in an action scene that apparently blew her mind. “Yah, why is he so cool?”
Mila had her hands over her mouth, her eyes conveying intense concentration. Sunghoon continued to stare at her, a familiar feeling settling in his gut as he watched her admire the male lead with poorly concealed awe. He crossed his arms and turned his eyes to the screen. How could she fangirl so much over an actor when her boyfriend was sitting right there? Sunghoon couldn’t comprehend it.
He sat like that for a while, choosing not to say anything about it. But at the end of the episode, when Mila decided to call it a night (lest she get scolded by her manager for waking up late for their music stage performance the next day), she had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation first.
“Oppa, are you okay?” Mila asked, scooting closer to his side of the couch. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, looking at her with a stare so intense it could turn any other person to stone. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away, didn’t I?”
Sunghoon continued to stare. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this — he really wasn’t, considering that he was going to simply cool off his unwanted feelings of jealousy — but it had happened without him even meaning to: as soon as Mila was within arm’s length, he wrapped a wrist around her wrist and pulled her towards him, so that she fell onto his chest.
Mila’s eyes widened a fraction, her lips parting in shock at the sudden movement.
“I must not be your boyfriend,” Sunghoon said quietly, his eyes travelling down at Mila’s face, which further displayed signs of shock. They lingered on her lips, before flicking back up to her wide eyes. “Because you seemed to like that actor better.”
Mila shook her head vigorously. “No, I like you better.” The certainty in Mila’s voice left no room for questioning, her eyes burning with sincerity. “I like the actor as a fan. But I love you as a lover. It’s different.”
Despite himself, a small smirk made its way across Sunghoon’s face. “Really?” Mila nodded, causing a surge of pride to flare in his chest. He licked his teeth, before leaning into Mila’s face, his breath fanning across her plump lips. “Then prove it.”
Mila smiled and let out a small scoff, the puff of air hot on Sunghoon’s face. Without another second wasted, she surged forward to join her lips with hers. Chocolate was the first thing he tasted, when his tongue darted out across her lower lip, claiming the flesh as his own. He hummed in approval when she allowed him entrance, his hands roaming up her hoodie, where he traced shapes into her bare skin beneath it. They stayed like that for moments too long for their lungs to bear, but too short for their desires to be appeased.
When the two finally separated for air, Mila was the first to speak.
“Is that proof enough?” she asked, panting softly.
Sunghoon’s eyes took in her dazed eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her swollen cheeks. Then he thought back to the way those eyes had sparkles with admiration, those cheeks strained from smiling, and those lips that sang praises for another man. And yes, his brain was telling him Mila was his — but something else, something more primal, told him no. That the short taste he had of her was far from enough.
He rested his forehead against hers. “You can do better than that, Princess.”
Mila’s eyes lit up at the challenge. And not even seconds after the words left Sunghoon’s mouth, they were being swallowed by Mila’s.
(And the rest that followed was definitely far from ‘calm’.)
THREE. ❝ EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, CAN’T HELP IT … ❞
JUNGWON WAS A LOGICAL PERSON. He was, after all, a ‘T’. And not to mention, a leader as well. So even if he was younger than Mila (by only a year), she had never been one to treat him as a child —occasional babying aside.
But sometimes, he found it was very hard to control his feelings.
Especially to whoever it was that kept making Mila giggle as she typed away on her screen. Jungwon chewed on the inside of his cheek while his eyes bore into the side of Mila’s face, hoping that his intense stare would catch her attention. But it didn’t. Instead, she continued to smile girlishly at her phone — just as she had been the past half an hour.
That was the last straw for him.
Jungwon was logical yes — but right now, he was going to make his next moves based on pure emotion. Because that was the only logical reaction to having your girlfriend ignore you for someone else during your hangout time.
“Who’s that?” Jungwon asked, his voice deeper than he expected it to be.
Mila raised her eyebrows, most likely noticing the same thing. And Jungwon’s inner angel beamed at finally having her attention — while his inner devil was still unsatisfied, wanting more of it, until it was completely his. Not… whoever it was she was talking to.
“Oh, it’s Jaehyun!” Mila replied, sounding extremely happy. “He was texting me about what’s happening at the BND dorms. It was so funny.”
With that, Mila turned her head back to her phone, giggling at something else Jaehyun had said. Ever since Mila met him to do a ‘One and Only’ challenge, they hit it off like a house on fire. And Jungwon didn’t mind that they were close — although this time was a different story. He glared at her phone, wondering why Jaehyun had to be bothering his girlfriend right now of all times. And why couldn’t Mila pay him anny attention? This was supposed to be his time with her.
Jungwon huffed. Fine then. If that was how it was going to be…
Jungwon had been lying down on Mila’s pillows, waiting for her to join him to cuddle, but since that wasn’t happening anytime soon — with the way she was sitting upright against the wall, holding a plushie to her chest — he took matters into his own hands. Abandoning the black cat plushie in his arms (that had been dubbed ‘Mini-Jay’ by its owner), Jungwon licked his lips and crawled over to Mila, like a predator approaching its prey.
He pressed his nose against her neck, before whispering, “Are you done yet?”
Mila froze in place at the sound of his husky voice. She stopped typing on his phone, looking down at Jungwon as best she could, his hair tickling her cheek and nose. “Wonnie? Are you okay—?”
Mila was cut off when she suddenly felt his lips press against her bare neck, the feeling sending tingles down her spine. Her breath was caught in her throat. Jungwon smirked against her skin when he heard her gasp as he pressed his lips against her neck firmly, a little too pleased at the effect he had on her.
His lips travelled down slightly, before he placed another wet kiss to her skin, making a slight smacking sound as his lips disconnected and reconnected. He travelled down once again, and when he noticed that his lips became drier, he licked them once again, his tongue flicking slightly against Mila’s ticklish spot.
Mila let out a shaky breath, her fingers tangling themselves in Jungwon’s locks. And that was when Jungwon noticed her phone, abandoned at her side.
“Darling,” he purred against her skin, as his hand slyly reached out to her phone.
“Y-yeah?” Mila replied.
Jungwon chuckled at the clear weakness in her voice, before pressing another kiss to her neck that had her sighing dreamily. His fingers wrapped around her phone, before putting it into his back pocket before Mila could notice — not that she even could, with the way he had made her brain melt inside her head.
Jungwon removed his lips from her neck to look up at her, smiling when he saw her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.
“Don’t ignore me again, okay?”
Mila nodded. Perhaps she was a bit too mean, texting while he was waiting to cuddle — and she would have felt worse about it, if it didn’t bring out this side of Jungwon. “Okay…”
Jungwon chuckled. “Good.”
With that, he dove in for a proper kiss on the lips. Mouths moving sensually against each other — slow, but passionate in their ministrations — Jungwon pushed Mila onto her back as he hovered over her, arms bracketing either side of her head while he devoured her mouth, her hands pulling his body closer to her by the drawstrings of his sweatpants until they were pressed against each other in a way that left their minds with no room for anything except the thought of each other.
Needless to say, Mila forgot all about her phone from the onwards. Poor Jaehyun was left on delivered until he received a text an hour later with Mila apologising, saying she had to ‘play with the cat’, followed by several crying emoticons.
Jaehyun didn’t even know they had a cat.
(They didn’t. But with how cunning Jungwon was, he might as well be one.)
FOUR. ❝ I TURN MY CHEER MUSIC ON, AND I’M PUFFING MY CHEST … ❞
SUNOO WASN’T VERY TYPICALLY MASCULINE. And he knew it. He wasn’t interested in going to the gym like his hyungs, nor did he have the same dominant aura. But he wasn’t weak because of it — and if there was one person he didn’t want to think that, it was Mila. Not that she ever would — but of course, Sunoo had his own pride to protect, however good he was at hiding it.
So when he had to arm wrestle Sunghoon during their comeback live and lost, he couldn’t help but feel dejected that Mila needed to comfort him afterwards.
‘It’s okay!’ she said to him, as he went back to his seat. ‘Next time!’
Sunoo didn’t want to admit it, but he felt like this was a recurring theme — him losing to the other members when it came to his strength. So when Mila had smiled at Sunghoon and praised him for winning, he felt that he needed to prove himself somehow as well.
“Do you think I’m manly?”
Mila turned to Sunoo with a shocked face. She had been removing her makeup in the bathroom mirror when Sunoo suddenly intruded, wrapping his arms behind her in a hug. He wasn’t smiling or pouting as he usually did, making his fox-shaped eyes all the more sultry as he eyed her through the mirror.
“Of course you are,” Mila replied instantly. They had had conversations about this before, where Sunoo had been too insecure about whether or not he was actually her type. And she promised she would do whatever she could to reassure him.
“You’re not bothered that I’m cute, too?” he asked.
Mila shook her head vigorously. “You know me, I like cute things a lot. Besides — you have cute charm and manly charm. And I like both sides equally, because they’re sides of YOU.”
The corners of Sunoo’s lips slowly lifted into a soft smile, his eyes brightening as Mila’s words comforted him. They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, before a mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes. Without a word, he grabbed Mila’s hips and hauled her up, easily lifting her onto the bench as he stood in between her legs.
Mila’s eyes widened at the sudden movements, cheeks falling with heat when Sunoo placed his face close to hers, his hands travelling down to her thighs — exposed by her shorts — which his hands gently massaged.
“Just so you know,” he said lowly. “I might have lost to Sunghoonie-hyung today, but I can still lift you like this if you want me to.”
“O-okay,” Mila said, her brain muddled in both confusion and flusteredness. Sunoo smiled in satisfaction when she saw her features like that, and remembered that tonight was Sunghoon’s turn to cuddle with her in her bed.
He slowly inched forward, his lips brushing against hers ever so gently. “When you cuddle with Sunghoonie-hyung tonight, tell him I said I win this time.”
Before Mila could ask what Sunoo meant, he was already kissing her, his warm hands rubbing her thighs up and down in comforting motions. Mila melted against his lips, her arms instinctually looping around his neck to pull him closer to her. Mila, being so lost in Sunoo’s gentle touch and kisses, didn’t even hear the knock on the bathroom door.
But Sunoo did. And he smiled when he heard the voice that followed it.
“Princess, are you done washing your face yet?” Sunghoon asked from the other side of the door.
Mila gasped as she parted from Sunoo’s lips, realising that she hadn’t even gotten the chance to wash her face or of her skincare seeing as she was distracted by Sunoo. Before she could even open her mouth, Sunoo beat her to the chase.
“Sorry, hyung, she’ll be done soon,” Sunoo called out, smirking as he grabbed the bottle of Mila’s face wash.
There was a small silence before Sunghoon finally registered the voice that replied to him. In shock, he asked, “Sunoo? What are you doing in there?”
Sunoo laughed.
Before Mila could say anything, Sunoo kissed her again. He kissed her a lot of times that night, actually, and by the time Mila finally went to her room to cuddle Sunghoon, he was glaring at her unhappily for being late because she was kissing another boyfriend instead.
(But Mila made it up easily with sweet kisses and extra cuddly cuddles, so Sunghoon pretended not to see the hickey on her neck.)
FIVE. ❝ I’M GETTING RED IN THE FACE, YOU CAN CALL ME OBSESSED … ❞
HEESEUNG DIDN’T THINK HE WAS A CLINGY BOYFRIEND. He would admit he suffered from a severe case of cute aggression when it came to his girlfriend — as seen from his constant urges to squeeze her in tight embraces and quote-on-quote “gobble her up” — but he didn’t suffocate her in constant affection. He did know to give her space every now and then.
Except for right at this moment, where he had wrapped his arms around Mila after she got out of the shower, before continuously biting and kissing up and down between her neck and her cheeks.
He wouldn’t have been this clingy if it weren’t for a situation earlier, where they had bumped into Soobin at the company building. It was no secret that he and Mila were close — and yet, it still made Heeseung’s stomach sink when the older male had pinched Mila’s cheeks while cooing at her.
Heeseung had stood there like a background character while someone else doted on his girlfriend, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of his eyes. Because, since when did someone else do the things to Mila that usually only Heeseung (and Mila’s other boyfriends, of course) did?
Mila giggled as Heeseung placed yet another kiss on her cheek. “Oppa, is something wrong? You’ve been all over me since we bumped into Soobinnie-oppa earlier.”
Heeseung hummed. He supposed it was no use trying to hide it.
“You let him touch your cheeks…”
Heeseung pouted as he cupped Mila’s face, his thumb gently caressing Mila’s cheeks as she stared up at him. He leant down and nuzzled his nose into it, before placing a soft peck there.
“It was just one time, Oppa,” Mila said while laughing.
Heeseung hummed. “Still… I thought I was the only one who got to pinch your cheeks like that.” Heeseung frowned. He leant away from Mila, his forehead against her. He was now looking down at her with his wide Bambi eyes. “Couldn’t you have just let him pat your head instead?”
Mila laughed. “So you’re fine if another man pats my head, but not when he pinches my cheeks?”
“Well, not really.” Heeseung rested his cheek against the top of her head, nuzzling it softly. “That would annoy me too.”
Mila smiled. “You do realise that you get to do it all the time, right? This was just a one-time thing.”
“So?” Heeseung asked, pouting as he nuzzled his nose against hers endearingly. It was at times like this that Mila realised just how weak he was for her, since he could never go more than a few seconds without showering her with affection. “Pinching your cheeks was supposed to be my thing with you — and sometimes the members, I guess. But now someone else did it… so what if it’s not as special anymore?”
Mila laughed. “Of course it’s special. And it’s still your thing. See?” Mila placed her hands on top of Heeseung’s before nuzzling her face into his palm. “If it really upsets you that much, I’ll ask him not to do it again.”
Heeseung’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“I promise.” Mila scrunched her nose up at him. “But why are you so excited by that? Oppa, you’re weird.”
“No,” Heeseung said, “I’m in love.”
“And jealous.”
Heeseung hummed, this time, a large smile spreading across his face. “That too.”
(But it was okay, because at least he got to kiss Mila’s cheeks as much as he wanted afterwards.)
SIX. ❝ IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT THEY HOVER … ❞
JAKE WASN’T A VERY JEALOUS PERSON. Or so, he liked to think. In his own humble opinion, he was the definition of a ‘chill’ boyfriend — in fact, he could confidently say he was the least jealous of all of Mila’s boyfriends. It took quite a lot to get a ride out of him, and he was proud of that.
But sometimes (‘sometimes’ being the key word) there would be something that grated on his nerves so much, he couldn’t help but feel mildly — just a tiny bit — miffed.
Jake licked the inside of his cheek as he scrolled through the comments on her recent post, a feeling of annoyance as he read through them. He knew it was just fanservice, and that with their jobs, they couldn’t really help having to appeal to their fans in ways that went beyond just admiration of an idol — hell, he himself had flirted with countless Engenes online for that reason.
It was at times like this where he realised he probably shouldn’t have made fun of Mila whenever she got worked up over him flirting with Engenes, because he somehow always got the worst doses of karma.
An Engene had asked her to be his girlfriend, and her (unfortunately very smooth, though Jake wouldn’t admit it) reply was, ‘How about I be your wife instead?’ And now, Weverse Engenes were going feral asking for her hand in marriage. (Which wasn’t far from what usually happened — but that was besides the point!)
What made it worse was that Mila then uploaded a very flirty photo of her lying down on her bed, hair splayed out around her head like a halo, while wearing a robe that exposed her collarbone and pale neck. The caption was: ‘My honeymoon with you’ with a red heart. Not pink. Red.
It didn’t make sense that Jake was this bothered by mere fanservice — but, well, according to his logic, love was far from logical. And even if he knew there was no weight behind her words, there were thousands of people out there who didn’t, and were now calling his girlfriend their wife. And that did not sit well with him.
“You okay there?” Mila said as she walked into the living room, where Jake was currently having a crisis on the couch.
Jake turned to her with a weak glare. “Come here for a second.”
Mila raised her eyebrows but didn’t question it, sensing that there was something bothering him. She padded over, and Jake internally preened when he realised she was wearing his shirt. But he didn’t show it, maintaining a stoic facade as Mila came to stand in front of him.
“What is it?” she asked, eyes glimmering with worry. “Are you okay?”
Jake huffed, before wordlessly patting his lap. Mila blinked before doing as he wanted, seating herself on his lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. Before she could say anything, he pouted and grabbed her hand.
“Do you see this?” Jake pointed to the silver band on her ring finger — the ring Jake and Sunghoon had gotten her during their Tiffany and Co. promotions. Mila wore it all the time (well, as often as she was allowed to, anyway) and Jake was secretly happy that she did, because it would make his next point more relevant. “Do you remember why we bought it for you?”
Mila blinked in confusion. “Because I like it.”
Jake scoffed. “The other reason.”
Mila tilted her head in thought. She shook her head. “What was the other reason?”
Jake clicked his tongue, before pressing a kiss to her hand, his eyes trained on her as she shifted on his lap to look at his face. The kiss lasted a few seconds before he lifted his head, his nose brushing against hers.
“So that someone else doesn’t do the same.” Mila’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up to her cheeks. Jake smiled at her reaction, biting his lip in satisfaction. “So don’t go marrying anyone, okay? Not until we put a real ring on your finger.”
Jake was a little too proud of himself for that one, but Mila wouldn’t know, seeing as he distracted her with a kiss right afterwards.
(And later, when Mila asked if Jake was jealous, he simply kissed her again.)
SEVEN. ❝ I MEAN NO DISRESPECT, IT’S MY RIGHT TO FEEL HELLISH … ❞
RIKI WAS A MATURE YOUNG MAN. He may be the youngest member of Enhypen, but he was in no means a child — he did not throw fits, and he most definitely did not sulk. And no matter what anyone said, he did not like it when people babied him. His girlfriend included. Not one bit.
But just this once, he supposed, he found himself the tiniest bit in want of her coddling.
“What’s that?” Riki crossed his arms over his chest as he walked into Mila’s room.
Mila was out on a schedule as a substitute Music Bank MC with Chaemin (in place of Eunchae, who couldn’t make it to today’s schedule), and got back home fairly late at night. Which was fine, as long as she was safe — and she had assured as much, so the boys didn’t worry too much. But when she got back, Riki — whose turn it was to cuddle her — had narrowed his eyes suspiciously at a new plush in her arms. One that she shouldn’t have had time to but with how busy she was, and as such could have only come from someone else.
“It’s a plush!” Mila said happily, fluffing the bear in front of his face. “Isn’t it cute?”
Riki pouted as he looked at it. He supposed it was kind of cute…
“Chaemin-oppa got it for me to celebrate our last day as MCs together,” Mila said with a small smile. “He said it’s so that I can remember all the memories we made together.” Mila cuddled the bear to her chest. “Wasn’t that sweet of him?”
Riki took it back — the plush was not cute at all! Especially when Mila started towards the bed with it in her arms.
“Ah— what do you think you’re doing?” Riki said, stopping Mila from lying down by placing a hand on her stomach. “You’re not bringing that THING into our bed.”
Mila scrunched her nose. “Why not?”
Riki scoffed in disbelief. Did Mila really see nothing wrong with the fact that she was going to bring a plush — that was bought by another man, no less — into her bed, which was supposed to be reserved for all the representative plushies of her boyfriends instead? Riki would rather have Mila’s duck plush (‘Mini-Ki’, as she had dubbed it) sleep on the couch than have that bear on their sacred shrine.
“You just can’t,” Riki said, crossing his arms over his chest. He huffed as he laid down on the bed so that he was taking up all the space. “Look. There’s no room for it.”
Mila laughed before slapping Riki’s arm. “Of course there’s room. In my arms.”
“No!” Riki shouted. Without another word, Riki grabbed the bear plush and flung it across the room, onto Kiara’s empty bed, before pulling Mila down on top of him. Mila laughed as he wrapped his body around her, pinning her limbs down so she couldn’t move. “There. Now you can’t bring it.”
Mila laughed. “I was never going to bring it, you cute idiot.”
Riki furrowed his eyebrows. “You weren’t?”
Mila hummed. “I wasn’t. I was going to put it on my shelf with my other gifts from friends. So don’t be jealous, okay?”
Riki scrunched his nose. “I wasn’t jealous.”
Mila didn’t say anything. She simply smiled, before placing a sweet kiss on the younger’s lips. Riki immediately melted, the crease in his brows smoothing out as a warm feeling spread across his chest. He loosened his suffocating hold on Mila, instead opting to softly caress her cheek, his tenderness a contrast to his aggressiveness from mere seconds ago.
At times like this, he really did feel a little childish. He got riled up so easily, and yet Mila’s kisses cooled him down just as fast.
(Only he would know that he was her baby, just as much as he claimed she was his.)
EIGHT. ❝ WE STILL GET JEALOUS ! ❞
MILA’S BOYFRIENDS WEREN’T THE TYPE TO TAKE THINGS TOO PERSONALLY. In fact, most of the time, it was difficult to make them take things seriously — the Enhypen staff knew this better than anyone. But in case someone needed them to do something with utmost sincerity, with all their heart and soul put into it, then all you needed to do was…
Put your number in Mila’s Inkigayo sandwich?
“Is that what I think it is?”
Mila was frozen in place, a nervous smile on her face when the room to the dressing room swung open just in time to spot her with an Inkigayo sandwich in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. The boys were less than impressed by the sight before them, and it showed with their reactions
“No!” Riki yelled before running over to snatch the paper from Mila. However, she was quicker, and crumpled the piece of paper, before tossing it into the trash.
Sunoo frowned. “What was that for?”
Mila tilted her head, blinking innocently. “Why would I keep the number? I don’t need it.”
“Well, if you chuck it away, we don’t know who sent it,” Jake replied, a serious look on his face. “Then we won’t be able to tell them that you’re in a relationship already.”
Mila laughed as the others nodded in agreement. She couldn’t help but think they were adorable when they were like this — as if they were ready to become Sherlock incarnate just to solve the mystery of Mila’s secret admirer.
“If they ever come up to me in person, I’ll tell them then,” she said.
Jungwon hummed before wrapping his arms around Mila’s waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “That’s right,” he said with a smirk. “And I can fight if I need to.”
Mila burst out laughing. “Please don’t.”
“Why not?” Sunghoon said. “We don’t mind.”
The boys were already rather protective to begin with, but they only grew more so over time. After all, they knew most of all how much Mila had grown and matured this comeback, both in appearance and in skills — it was no wonder that even more people were starting to feel attracted to them.
“Still, I’m kind of curious whose number it was,” Jay said, tilting his head in thought. After a few seconds, he shrugged. “Oh well.”
Mila smiled as the boys came to pile her in a group hug, squeezing her in the centre. Whoever it was that slipped their number in Mila’s sandwich, they might never found out. But that didn’t matter. Not really. All that mattered was that she was theirs.
“You know, it’s times like this where I wish we didn’t have to hide,” Heeseung suddenly said. “I wish we could just make the world know to back off.”
Mila smiled softly. “Hopefully one day…”
The boys sure hoped so. Everything considered normal was so much harder as idols — especially as idols in a relationship. When you were an idol, you had lovers all over the world, fans who adored you without knowing who you were, and who fantasised over the chance of being yours. And if you happened to be Mila? Everyone wanted a taste.
That’s why, the boys still get jealous.
B O N U S S C E N E
SEVEN AND A HALF. ❝ I GET EXCITED WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS TOO. ❞
“What the hell is this?”
Mila furrowed her eyebrows in complete shock and distaste at the piece of paper in her hands.
Only mere minutes before the boys had found a piece of paper with someone’s number in ‘Mila’s’ sandwich, Mila had been alone in the dressing rooms waiting for everyone to arrive. Bored out of her mind, she tapped her fingernails against the makeup desk, her eyes absently scanning the room. At that moment, she found herself looking at the sandwiches on the table in the middle of the room.
Feeling a little playful, she decided to be a little petty — for no reason at all except she could. She grabbed one of the random sandwiches on the table and started to unwrap it, before heading over to the makeup desk where there was a pile of scrap paper and a pen. She giggled to herself as she formulated a plan to write a random phone number on it, before putting it into the sandwich in her hands for Kiara to find.
I should take a photo and send it to Yeonjun-oppa, too, she thought.
Imagine her surprise when the sandwich in her hand already had one. Mila frowned as she took note of a slip of paper in the wrapping of the sandwich, with a phone number on one side — and the name of a female idol on the other. What jade if worse was that they had clearly written the name of the recipient, which happened to be one of the boys.
Mila gasped, her blood rushing through her body as a familiar feeling filled her gut. She glared at the paper in her hand. Someone was trying to give her boyfriends their number? Not on her watch. Mila didn’t need to think twice about throwing it away.
However, before she could, the door swung open, and standing there were her seven boyfriends — who had already noticed the paper in her hands. There was silence. And then…
“Is that what I think it is?”
To this day, the boys didn’t know the real recipient of the phone number. But Mila could live with that.
2024 pairing. poly!ot7엔하 x fem!member oc cw. illness & injury, fan mobbing, claustrophobia, brief mention of suspected violence, not proofread req. mila hiding bruises from the boys. ❨ back to LIBRARY ?! ❩
IT WAS LIKE DEJA VU. Mila had foolishly that maybe she would be able to go one day without the feeling of being suffocated — without feeling like her head was held underwater and her hands were tied behind her back. She hadn’t learned her lesson: to never underestimate the power of her fans.
“Out of the way!” Mila’s manager held an arm around her shoulder, keeping her as close as possible to avoid the hands that reached out to her. And yet, it was fruitless — she could feel them on her clothes, on her hair, any part of her that they could touch. She jolted when one of them landed dangerously low on her back, and she resisted the urge to cry as another managed to grab her arm with a death grip, before her manager was able to pull her away.
There was no room to breathe. The parking lot felt no bigger than an elevator, with people crowding her and her staff in from all sides. A flash of a camera caused her to flinch, and the sounds of people screaming her name overlapped each other and became loud ringing in her ears. The heat of her body was not cooled by the perspiration that slid down the skin of her neck and face, but instead served to suffocate her more as it dampened her clothes. Her limbs felt like lead weighing her down and even breathing became difficult to do.
Mila could feel her eyelids start to drop. Her manager’s arm tightened around her as her legs became weak, threatening to buckle under her weight.
How ironic, she thought. She came to the doctor’s to get better, but it looked like doing so was only going to make her health worse.
“Move out of the way! Get away!”
Mila stumbled as fans pushed into each other, before tripping over each other’s limbs and falling to the asphalt. There was more screaming and flashing cameras, but at least this time Mila was able to see the company van through the mob, just a few feet away. She could make it. She just had to hold on a little bit longer.
But she could feel herself slipping away, black spots covering her vision, her breaths short and shallow. She could vaguely hear the sound of her manager was opening the door, covering her back as she stepped into the vehicle and telling her something. But she couldn’t quite make out the words, his voice muffled like she was underwater and water was filling her ears. It took everything in her just to make the step into the backseat, before she was collapsing onto the leather seat.
The last thing Mila saw before she let her eyes fall shut was the sight of flashing cameras, against the tinted windows, and the screams of her name.
By the time Mila woke up, it was to the sound of muffled voices and the feeling of someone softly caressing her hair.
“What did the doctor say?” came Kiara’s voice.
A sigh that Mila recognised as her manager’s followed his question. “She’s feeling weak from over exertion. She has a Vitamin C deficiency, which is why she’s alway getting tired recently…”
Heeseung exhaled deeply through his nose. “And what about those people who crowded her at the doctor’s building? What happened to them?”
There was a pause. “You know we can’t do anything about them.”
“What sort of bullsh—”
Mila chose that moment to let her eyes flutter open to see Jongseong’s gentle eyes as they regarded her awakened state. “Hi, Angel.”
Mila groaned, unable to form words. Before she could say anything, Jongseong was being nudged aside by Heeseung, who took his place by her bedside, eyes full of worry as his hand gently cradled her face. In another situation. “How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Mila furrowed her eyebrows. Ah, Mila thought. Right. She had been mobbed by a group of fans at her doctor’s appointment, which the public should have even been aware of. She took a second to gather her surroundings: she was in her room and lying in bed, meaning she must have been carried inside. She still felt heavy, but at least the migraine from when she was being surrounded by manic fans had subsided. She could acutely feel pain in her limbs, but she brushed it off as being a side effect of overexerting herself.
She shook her head, smiling gently at the older male. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
Heeseung sighed in relief, before bidding his head. “Okay. Then gets me sleep, okay? I’ll be here with Jongseong if you need anything.”
Mila hummed. But she couldn’t muster the strength to reply. It didn’t even take a second after she closed her eyes before she fell into darkness again. But even then, she could still recognise the voices of her boyfriends and her eonnie as they spoke to each other.
“I should have gone with her…”
“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen, Heeseung-ah. Don’t blame yourself.”
Mila wanted to agree, to reassure him and let him know that he wasn’t to blame — that Mila was simply having a bad day. But she couldn’t. She was already fading into deep slumber before she could utter a word.
Mila was alone when she opened her eyes again. But she couldn’t feel upset about it — not when pain shot up her limbs when she tried to sit up, an ache spreading through her body. She winced, clutching her side, only to flinch back when the pressure caused another age of pain to shoot up her body.
“What even?” Mila cursed as she lifted her top, only to spot a large purple bruise blooming across her ribs. Figures. Her Vitamin C deficiency would have made her vulnerable to bruising, and the fan mobbing from earlier was more than enough stimulus to cause injury — what, with all the limbs falling everywhere as she tried to make her way through the crowd, barely conscious.
She pulled up her pyjama sleeve. More bruises. She pulled up the leg of her pants — and of course, there were even more. And when she looked at the spots, she could still feel the phantom touches lingering on her — especially the ones that had gotten too close for comfort. It was like there wasn’t a single part of her body that remained unaffected by the wondering hands of total strangers that were doing everything in their power to get as close as physically possible.
And for what? What could they have possibly gained from it? (She shuddered to think about what would happen if there was someone there with evil intentions.)
Mila sighed. She thought she would have been more frustrated… But she couldn’t even find the strength to do so. All she could do was lie back down on her pillows, staring up at the ceiling as she pondered her situation.
It seemed like nothing was going her way these past few days. She had back to back promotions to attend to, including filming for a variety show and a radio talk show, followed immediately by an opening event, and then another photoshoot for her brand endorsements. She barely managed to make it through the past week, but now the exhaustion she felt from constantly working, day in and day out, caught up to her, and she found herself unable to even lift a spoon without faltering.
It was frustrating. Not being able to do what she usually did, feeling helpless as she watched her boyfriends run around and attempt to assist her with duties that she should have been able to do on her own. But it was even more annoying after today, hearing Heeseung blame himself for something that was never his fault.
She wished that she hadn’t gotten sick in the first place. She wished that she’d have been more resilient. But now she was causing everyone to worry about her, and she didn’t even want to think about what would happen if they found out about the bruises that were littered across her skin.
“Who is it?” Mila squinted her eyes. She woke up in the middle of the night when she felt another figure slip into her bed, before arms wrapped around her. She smiled when she realised who it was. “It’s just me.”
“It’s just me,” Riki whispered. “The hyungs said not to disturb you but I missed you.”
Mila hummed as she reached up and caressed the top of the younger male’s head, doing her best to make sure his arms didn’t come into contact with her bruises. It had been a while since she was able to cuddle, and she admitted that she missed the warmth that the tall boy provided.
“Are you doing okay?”
Mila nodded, biting back a wince when Riki hugged her closer to him. “I’m fine.”
But it wasn’t. Not really. And there was only so long before it became obvious.
“Yah, what’s this?” Mila was jolted out of her thoughts when a hand grabbed her wrist, pulling up the sleeve of her jumper to reveal spots of blue littered across the length of her pale skin. Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes snapping to Mila’s for an explanation. “Where did this come from?”
Mila had been careful not to let anyone see the injuries that she discovered on herself, and she had thought she would at least be able to keep up the act until they faded. But as it happened, it hadn’t even been a day. And really, she should have expected as much — nothing escaped her boyfriend’s notice when it came to her. It only took her flinching slightly when Sunghoon gently squeezed her bicep before his eyes had narrowed in suspicion.
Mila opened her mouth to explain, not wanting him to worry, but instead, she ended up getting cut off by someone else.
“What’s wrong?” Jungwon peered over Sunghoon’s shoulder, before gasping, his eyes widening in shock. They scanned over her skin before landing on Mila’s face. Voice shaking, he asked, “Noona, what are these?”
“I just got them from bumping into people,” Mila said hurriedly, recognising the tone in his voice. “It’s nothing serious.”
“‘Nothing serious?’” Sunghoon repeated incredulously as he joined the others. By now, the others had crowded around Mila to get a look at what was happening, and all had been in shock to see the bruises on Mila’s arm, before it then shifted into worry… and perhaps, maybe even fear.
Heeseung had a stern expression. He lifted her arm slightly, though still careful not to pull too hard or for his fingers to accidentally apply pressure to the purple spots. “This doesn’t seem ‘serious’ to you?” His eyes bore into Mila with a desperation evident in his gaze, serving as a thin veil to his anger. (Not towards her, though — and that was honestly more worrisome.) “Answer me properly: who did this?”
Mila opened her mouth and closed it again. She didn’t sense any anger in his voice or his tone, instead all she could find was panic — and the look made something in her gut drop with guilt. She could briefly see Riki’s conflicted expression from where he stood behind Heeseung, and Sunoo looked as if he had seen a ghost.
She felt hands on her face, bringing her attention back to Jongseong. “Please,” he said, “don’t hide this from us.”
Mila sighed. “I don’t know… There were just too many people there, and I didn’t know who was who…” The boys were silent as the words sunk in. “But it wouldn’t have been this bad if it weren’t for my Vitamin C deficit. It wasn’t that anyone intentionally hurt me or anything… I just happen to bruise easily these days.”
There was a pause. For a second, Mila thought she was going to be scolded, but instead, she was pulled into a firm chest, as a large palm cradled the back of her head. Jaeyun was careful not to hold her too tightly, but still firmly enough that Mila was engulfed in his warmth. “Damn it, don’t scare us like that.”
Heeseung sighed, reaching up to hold a hand against his forehead. Jungwon glanced at him before looking back at Mila. “Next time, please don’t hide this from us,” he said with a frown. “I honestly thought my heart stopped for a second.”
Sunoo furrowed his eyebrows, his worried eyes skimming over Mila’s revealed skin. There weren’t any words to describe how much his heart hurt seeing Mila’s sickened state these past few days, but seeing those bruises had caused his heart to drop in his stomach in fear — a fear he recognised on the day they got the news of the mob who crowded her on her way back from her doctor’s appointment.
He wasn’t the only one, either. They had all reached a similar conclusion: What if someone really got their hands her that day? What if they hurt her? What if — goodness forbid — she had been alone that day and didn’t have anyone by her side? No bodyguards, no manager, no members… Just her against a mob of crazed “fans” who would do anything to be close to her, no matter the lengths they had to take?
For a second, Jongseong really thought he was going to lose all control of his sanity. He couldn’t even imagine Heeseung or Sunghoon’s feelings; just the news alone of the fan mob was enough to make them clench his fists in anger, as if ready to strike — but if something were to actually happen? If things turned out worse than they did?
Jongseong didn’t want to think about it.
“Still, how could it be this bad?” Sunoo asked. “You look like someone…”
It looked like someone had hit her. And that thought alone made him sick to the stomach, and his eyes sting with tear.
“I promise that wasn’t the case. Really. The worse that happened was someone grabbing onto my arm, but manager pulled me away before anything happened.” Mila raised her arms, and he fell into them immediately. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“Don’t apologise.” Riki placed a hand on Mila’s head like he was too scared that she might break with the slightest touch. “We just want you to be okay.”
Mila nodded. She looked around at her boyfriends, a sense of heaviness in her chest. It hurt more seeing them this heartbroken, than it did to be bruised, and she really wished they never had to experience sadness in their lives. But it was only natural that these things happened. At the very least, they were together.
“Group hug?” Mila asked, opened her arms to the rest of them. They looked sceptical at first, clearly wondering over the severity of her injuries, but Mila reassured them with a smile. “I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
That seems to ease their worries, because next thing Mila knew, she was being held in the centre of seven boys. She only wished Kiara was with them, to complete the Enhypen group huddle, but the older female was filling in for a schedule that Mila had to miss because of her illness. (She would have to inform the older girl later of what happened, if only to prevent her for panicking if she got the report from anyone else.)
“It won’t happen again,” Heeseung whispered into her ears. “I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?”
Mila smiled. “I know.”
“None of us will,” Sunghoon said. “That’s a promise.”
It was impossible for her to live as an idol, and to be safe. This was the first or last time she would find herself in a situation like this. But somehow, she felt like she could believe them when they said it with so much conviction. And if she could, she would do her best to protect them as well.
“We’ll look after each other,” she said. Just as they always did.
By the time they pulled away from the hug, she was already being ‘treated’, watching with a small smile as their young leader blew on her bruises, placing gentle kisses along them. “So they get better,” Jungwon said with a cute smile, and Mila felt her heart melt.
“Let me, too!” Riki said, before repeating the same actions. His hyungs simply chuckled, watching with fond smiles as their maknaes took turns playing nurse.
Mila couldn’t say that the past few days were good ones. But at times like this, things didn’t seem so bad after all.
✉️ NOTE. just a little mini chapter that came to mind… it was more of practice to get back into writing longer works, bc i’ve only done drabbles so far since recovering my account and i cooks had the training lol 😆 so please do excuse if the quality isn’t as good as usual 🥸
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