hands off! ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊
dear miss perfect and flawless jang wonyoung—hands off!
𓊆장원영 x fem reader x 박성훈𓊇 i bet you taste just like the summer. under the covers. me in the middle, overprotective of my lover. you make me wonder. if you made all of these fantasies come true, what would you do? you could have anyone else you wanted to, but i'm beggin' you, hands off, back off of my fella. ─ gabriela, katseye ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱
𓆩♡𓆪 my jangkku (mainly wony pls) fic because i just lovelovelove her so much #proudgirliker !! testing the water by incl. sunghoon but of course, the next time he's got to go... ok? just wonyoung and you (˵˘ ³˘˵) ❤︎ if you know this from somewhere, keep it a secret. !!! content warning + smut advisory is a spoiler so if you don't want to get spoiled, i suggest to ... skip it! ദ്ദി(ᵕ—ᴗ—)
word count 10k content advisory cheating themes, jealousy (lots), possessiveness (lots), obsessive behaviours, polyamory themes, love triangle, insecure reader, lowkey internalised misogyny, wlw, wonyoung is a girl liker, reader is unlabelled, sunghoon is... straight, wonyoung and sunghoon hates each other, profanity, misunderstanding, forced confession, fluff, rivalry smut advisory threesome (ffm), making out, dom! wonyoung, dom! sunghoon, oral (f & m rec), blowjob, fellatio, throat–fucking, face–fucking, cumshot, tongue–fucking, pussy licking, pussy eating, wlw sex, praising but with mild degradation, crying, saliva play, lowkey breath play, rough/jealous sex, squirting, p in v, creampie, face–sitting, fingering, deep penetration, cervix–fucking, reader passed out after sex
to put simply—you don’t know why someone like jang wonyoung would have eyes on, out of all people, your boyfriend, park sunghoon.
ever since the beginning of the first semester (and it’s the fourth now), wonyoung holds the streak of being that girl. the it girl. the kind who turns heads without even trying, the perfect definition of soft–spoken elegance and charm. taller than most, intimidating upon first glance, sharp–eyed… wonyoung’s presence alone feels like it bends a room toward her orbit.
people, with no exception of you (and god you hope sunghoon isn’t included), admire her, envy her, even fear her beauty a little. the kind of fear that you know you shouldn’t get close to because it’s not on your level at all? yeah, wonyoung radiates that.
she’s the kind of girl you expect to be untouchable and untouched—so why… is she lingering so close, sitting between you and sunghoon in the lab, right now…?
“uh,” you stammered, stiffening when her knees brushed yours under the shared table. this was the only class she’d shared with sunghoon (and you, if that matters) and the professor asked everyone to form a group of four.
naturally, you and sunghoon paired up immediately, expecting any random two others to fill the remaining spots. neither of you really cared of whoever joins, but when wonyoung suddenly slid into the seat between the two of you, that became your major concern.
“mind if i join?” she’d asked, but it didn’t sound like a question at all from how she already settled in her seat before the words even came out. your eyes widened, instinctively flicking to sunghoon for some… kind of protest. some hint that he found this as strange as you did. for him to say that the group is full. it’s reserved for someone else, or something. just anything.
instead, he just blinked back at you, shoulders stiff. was he also waiting for you to have the answer? for you to deny the wonyoung’s presence…? is he crazy?
you both looked at each other with the exact same expression—lips parted slightly, brows pinched—all as wonyoung smoothed her skirt and opened her notebook. wonyoung must’ve noticed, because she turned her head towards sunghoon and you couldn’t even tell what kind of expression she had on her face, not when the back of her head faced you—and asked again, softer this time. “you don’t mind, right?”
was she even asking for permission in the first place?
sunghoon froze, you could see that much. he glanced at you just briefly through the strands of wonyoung’s hair. his mouth opened, closed, then opened again—like a fish gasping for air—before he managed a shaky, unsure laugh. “uh… yes? i mean, no. it’s fine.”
you frowned. you wanted to smack his head for not being sure enough of his own answer. if it’s a no, be firm about it! if it’s a yes—if it’s a yes, just say it! sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to you—but you already looked away.
not without rolling your eyes first.
wonyoung, afterall, could bend a room towards her orbit.
——
for starter, you grew up with sisters in a household where sharing lip–glosses aren’t unhygienic, and using each other’s hairbrushes isn't gross. you went to countless girls' sleepovers and braided many girls’ hair until your arms went sore and stayed up talking about nothing at all.
it was a world so familiar that it never occurred to you to look at another girl with anything beyond she’s–a–girl–like–me and friendship. hell, you couldn’t even imagine yourself disliking girls no matter how bad that girl is. your ten year old self would despise you and beat you up had she known you were borderline feeling this way—because of a man.
so why… why does your chest tighten and your blood boil whenever you see wonyoung within the same radius as your boyfriend?
the feeling isn’t clean and comfortable. it’s not the jealousy you’d expect to flare like how you see in movies when a second girl comes in. it's stranger—like your body can’t decide if it wants to shove her away from him or drag her closer to you where you can keep your eyes on her at all times.
the contradiction knots in your stomach, burns in your throat, and it leaves you restless even when she’s not around sunghoon. or anywhere around you.
“why are you all dressed up? are you excited to see wonyoung?” you said bitterly, words slipping out sharper than you intended.
it’s a saturday and everyone’s just started to work on the lab group assignment that’s due in a few weeks. sunghoon froze in his steps, head tilting slightly with that dumbfounded look. “...what?” he asked, genuinely confused. “what are you talking about?”
you scoffed, arms crossing as you turned to face him. “don’t play dumb. she literally joined our group because she likes you.”
his jaw went slack, brows shooting up so fast you almost thought he was mocking you, as if proud that the jang wonyoung liked him. “wonyoung? liking me?” he repeated, each word sounding weird on his tongue. sunghoon even pointed at himself. “you serious?” he added, not in that oh my god, are you serious? way, but bruh, be for real kind.
“why else would she join our group?” you pressed, heat rising in your throat.
your boyfriend ran a hand through his hair, baffled laughter spilling out. “yn, i don’t even think she knows my name. she’s not into me,” he shook his head, muttering almost to himself. sunghoon looked almost offended, but you were more miffed than he was.
wonyoung was your rival and he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you were.
“i know she is. i’m a girl, i can tell.” you replied simply, already turning on your heel. the click of your flats against the pavement left sunghoon hanging, mouth still parted with a deny caught in his throat. “babe—” he started, but you were already walking away.
all he could do was let out a heavy exhale, eye twitching. sunghoon ran a hand down his face before following after you, muttering under his breath. “... what the hell…”
as expected from the wise and perfect girl, wonyoung was already there when you arrived at the cafe. she had chosen a table of four by the window with sunlight catching on her dark brown hair just right. it almost irked you how effortlessly pretty she looked.
upon seeing you (and sunghoon just behind, or maybe it was the other way around) making your way, she immediately stood up. her skirt swayed as she pushed her chair back, smiling brightly. “you’re here,” she greeted, voice pitched warmly. it was probably meant for sunghoon too—and why was she also dressed so nicely?
now you’re just… pissed.
her eyes flicked briefly to sunghoon before settling on you. your eyes met hers briefly before you saw a half–finished iced latte sat on the table. only then—did you see jungwon, your friend and the other boy in the group already sitting across wonyoung.
oh? so they left you and sunghoon no choice but to sit separately?
no way this was random and accidental. everyone knows you and sunghoon were dating—and the only seat options left were the ones that split you and sunghoon apart. “take a seat,” she said, gesturing lightly with her hand as if the host. her eyes flickered between the two of you, but her lips curved when they landed back on you.
hah, as if, you thought. with a smile mirroring hers, you slid right into the empty seat beside wonyoung, satisfied with your own little strategy. there was no way you’d let sunghoon sit next to her—he’s safe across the table, tucked next to jungwon.
all was well. good!
“so, wonyoung can do the presentation, right? i think you’d be good at it.” jungwon smiled. the girl next to you nodded her head. “yeah, sure. i prefer speaking more than thinking, anyway.” she giggled. then, without missing a beat, she turned her head to you.
“what about you? you should present too.”
your breath caught on for a second. your palms prickled. presenting… was never a thing you were good at. you hated the “speak up, we can’t hear you!”, the pressure, the anxiousness when your team was coming up… just too many eyes pinning.
you glanced at her at the corner of your eyes, “n—no,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “i’m not good at that stuff.” you hated rejecting, especially when it felt like a challenge and silent comparison of who’s a better speaker against wonyoung.
but you just couldn’t. you’d be embarrassing yourself more if you fucked up in front.
“hm.” wonyoung pursed her lips before looking away, placing her chin atop of her palm. “that’s a shame.” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to sunghoon who sat in front of you. “then, what about you?”
sunghoon, caught mid–scribbling on his worksheet, blinked up at her. “me?” wonyoung tilted her head slightly, smiling teasingly. “you should present, then. since yn can’t do it.”
the air shifted just a little—you felt it in your bones. jungwon was oblivious, nodding along, jotting down bullet points. you loved him, but read the room! sunghoon straightened in his chair, brows twitching faintly. “...sure. i don’t mind.” his tone was calm.
“alright, then! sunghoon and wonyoung can do the presenting, and yn and i will do the slides and data. is that fine?” jungwon said brightly, tapping his pen against the paper. wonyoung was quick to nod, her smile curving. you, however, weren’t smiling as much.
sunghoon… and wonyoung… presenting together?
you forced a little nod, though your lips pressed into a thin line. it wasn’t that you wanted to present—not at all. but the thought of them side by side, heights matching, visuals together, everyone’s eyes on them… it prickled at your skin in a way you hated admitting.
sunghoon’s gaze flicked to you, catching that micro–expression you thought you’d hidden well. he shifted in his seat before tapping the toe of his sneakers lightly against yours under the table. the gesture was small, but it was almost reassuring.
your head snapped up to him, and he gave you a soft smile before trapping your leg between his.
——
the days leading up to the submission were… terrible, to say. if you were honest with yourself.
the assignment itself was nothing much with wonyoung helping you more than you think you did for your part. after the first discussion at the cafe ended, wonyoung had offered you that she could help anytime—initially, you declined. there was no way you’ll ever need the help of the girl who liked your boyfriend but… eventually… you fall into submission…
other assignments were piling up, so you ended up turning to wonyoung to accept the offer anyway. you told yourself it was just work, nothing more, but the sight of wonyoung and your boyfriend sitting shoulder–to–shoulder at the library, leaning close to check the same laptop screen… it gnawed at the back of your mind.
“yn?”
wonyoung’s voice snapped you back to reality. your pen hovered uselessly above the page. she was watching you, head tilted slightly, a smile on her lips. “did you get it? i can explain again if it's confusing.”
you blinked, throat tightening. “um, yeah. yeah, i got it.”
you hadn’t caught a single word she’d said. too busy watching how the manicured nails rested against your laptop’s trackpad. “you decorated your laptop so nicely, huh?” wonyoung said, running her fingernails against the stickers on the body.
it was infuriating.
wonyoung wasn’t supposed to be like this if she liked sunghoon. she was supposed to be mean! supposed to belittle and bring you down and flirt with sunghoon openly. and you were supposed to dislike her for the way she orbited closer and closer and closer to sunghoon while knowing he was taken. you were supposed to resent her for each time she laughed at sunghoon’s comments, and how she never lifted her hand when it crossed sunghoon’s personal line. you almost wished she’d given you a reason to dislike her, just the tiniest little bits.
you’d like to think you disliked her when that happened, but not right now—not when she’s kind, patient, quick to share her notes, quicker to help you understand.
but what if it was just an act… so sunghoon could see how much of an angel she was, then fall in love?
your eyes twitched at the thought.
“how long have you been with sunghoon?”
you turned, caught off guard. you noticed she had quit the tab—now your laptop was showing your homescreen; a photobooth landscape picture of you and sunghoon. her chin rested on her palm, blinking with curiosity.
“... a while,” you managed.
“a while?” wonyoung hummed, twirling her pen between her fingers. “how long? you guys must’ve been really strong, then.”
your lips pressed together. what was she digging for? the words caught in your throat—should you say too much so she’s aware of how in love the two of you are? or should you say just enough so she wouldn’t have too much information on your relationship?
“yeah. three years,” you finally said, wanting to sound casual about it, but ended up sounding flat.
her brows lifted ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched. “three years.” she repeated it like she was tasting the number, rolling it over her tongue. “that’s impressive. i know a guy who was in a relationship for eight years, though.” wonyoung added, chuckling.
your ears perked—eight years? and so what? was in a relationship? was there anything to do with her? a million thoughts came across your mind. you tried to laugh it off. “that’s… a long time.”
wonyoung nodded, moving her finger across your keypad to open another tab. “it is, isn’t it? imagine being that close to someone for nearly a decade, only for things to not work out at the end. what a shame,” she said casually.
you forced your eyes on the screen, but all you could see was her reflection on the glass. you wanted to ask her what went wrong with the couple, why didn’t they work out? your lips parted, but nothing came out.
next to wonyoung’s easy but suffocating presence, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering: what does hoonie even see in me, when there’s someone like her, right here?—and you wondered if you and sunghoon would end up being that couple too.
——
as confusing bermuda triangle is, sunghoon was even more confused on how you could ever think wonyoung was a threat.
sure, she was pretty—everyone knew that. you knew that too. even before sharing classes with her, you’d mentioned it to sunghoon (a few semesters ago) on how you just saw the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid eyes on. it was undeniable, but sunghoon wasn’t attracted one bit.
he always caught you staring too long when he and wonyoung had to go over the presentation slides. how your eyes always twitched like a dysfunctional robot when she was around, especially around him.
sure… wonyoung could be friendly sometimes. he saw it in the way she’d get him coffee (but she got you the larger one?), how she’d adjusted his part in the slides, always initiating group meet–ups and discussions… but sunghoon really didn’t look at her in that light. and he’s certain she too, didn’t see him that way.
if anything, he thought she was just being respectful.
“stop making that face…” he whispered, voice low enough despite it was just the two of you in the evening library. “what face?” you asked too quickly and it sounded defensive.
sunghoon leaned closer across the table, arm brushing yours as he held your hand. “you think i don’t notice you staring this whole time?” the end of his lips curled into a smirk. you blushed, quickly pulling your hand away.
you tore your gaze, suddenly hyperaware of the heat crawling up your neck. “i wasn’t—”
sunghoon hummed, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. “i know what you’re thinking, tell me.”
“hm...” you hummed, sighing. “i think she likes you.” you added after a beat. confessing this obvious truth was far more embarrassing than anything you’ve ever experienced.
sunghoon watched in silent, his expression was unreadable for a second. then slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “she does?” he asked softly, feigning innocence as he tilts his head toward you. his hand found its way back to yours, slipping gently underneath.
you nodded your head, bottom lip still puckering out into a pout. “i mean, i think so… it’s quite obvious.” you murmured, the end softening slightly to not offend him. anyone would be a dumbass not to notice. “it’s just—she’s always around and i know it’s because we have a group assignment together but…” you added, swallowing the lump in your throat. sunghoon rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. your shoulders dropped.
“oh i don’t know hoonie…”
he hummed in acknowledgement, studying your face with that calm intensity that always contrasted yours. “let’s make a promise,” sunghoon suddenly said, squeezing your hand gently. you looked up, eyebrows raised in confusion.
sunghoon lifted your hand just slightly to loop your pinky with his. “firstly, i promise you that i don’t like her. not one tiny bit, at all,” he said, eyes locking with yours. “secondly, i promise you that she doesn’t like me. i know you might feel like it, but really, she doesn’t.”
your heart stuttered at his sincerity, a flutter you couldn’t quite suppress that it showed on your face. it’s not enough to fully convince you, but what else could you do? if your boyfriend said he doesn’t like her, then isn’t that enough for now? “promise?” you whispered, voice softer than intended. sunghoon nodded firmly, brushing his thumbpad against yours like that “double–promise” gesture.
you grinned and shook his hand like a contract deal. “okay,”
clearly pleased, you studied his face a little longer. your boyfriend was really handsome, wasn’t he? “so can we make out, like right now?” the words came out without thinking twice, but you didn’t take it back.
sunghoon’s eyes widened, caught somewhere between shock and amusement. his lips twitched like he was trying to hold back a laugh—then he looked around. “...right now?” he teased. “you serious?” the library was mostly empty except for a few students studying, but still!
“yes, absolutely. i can’t hold it in right now.” you said, leaning slightly closer in hopes sunghoon could see the full weight of your determination. your boyfriend rolled his eyes, feigning “fine, whatever,” before quickly standing up and tugging you along somewhere empty between the shelves.
he pinned you against the wall, one hand against the side of your head, and the other cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the apple of your cheeks. “you know if we get caught, we’ll be library banned, right?” he chuckled, albeit not having the intention to stop now, at all.
you shrugged playfully, puffing your cheeks. “i don’t think that’s true,” you hummed, trailing your hands up along his chest and resting on his shoulders. “want to see and confirm it?”
“eh,” sunghoon shrugged, leaning in. “let’s put it to the test.” his lips connected yours, deep and hungry without it being soft and feather–light first. your hands threaded into his soft locks, tugging him closer as sunghoon tilted his head.
it made your knees weak, how warm his body was against yours, how his big and tall frame totally concealed you from anyone who walked by. he brushed his lips against yours, and you let out soft sighs between kisses.
with a soft flick of his tongue, you parted your lips partly and he wasted no time slipping his tongue in, overlapping and dancing your own. sunghoon’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down to match your height—as you stood on your tiptoes to match his.
“mhh,” you breathed out, tugging onto his bottom lip. his canines brushed against your tongue every now and then. sunghoon smirked and pinched gently at your flesh—a subtle warning that you should keep it down, unless you truly wanted to be banned from the library. you only responded by pressing closer, letting your hands roam along his nape. the kiss only deepened.
finally, he pulled back just enough to catch a breather and to press his forehead against yours, eyes half–lidded, lips swollen and parted. “happy girlfriend now?” he teased, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you laughed softly, heart still racing. “not quite…”
“then, should i make you happier in my room?”
——
the presentation went perfect—as expected from your boyfriend! and wonyoung, obviously.
sunghoon was confident and simple in his own way and he made complicated concepts sound effortless. wonyoung, on the other hand, with her charm and beauty, might as well just entranced everyone with that combo alone alongside her sharp presentation precision.
they made such a perfect pair and duo, as much as you hated admitting it.
“good job!” jungwon said after class ended. the two of you waited outside for sunghoon and wonyoung for their commentary. you blinked before nodding, clapping your hands and giving them two thumbs–up. “you guys did so well!” you added, genuinely.
“th—” sunghoon was cut off. wonyoung smiled and clapped on her own. “thanks yn, won!” she said warmly, her gaze flicking to you for a brief second before returning to sunghoon. “and you too. thanks for backing me up.” she hummed, moving her hair on one shoulder.
sunghoon was taken aback, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah… thanks. you too.” he muttered, glancing at you. you felt your cheeks heat up in exchange, eyebrows raised. next to you, jungwon chuckled, sighing in relief. “god, i’m so glad that’s done and over with.” he said, stretching his arms above.
you nodded, feeling relieved inside too. “should we celebrate this?” wonyoung initiated, tilting her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. “celebrate?” you asked.
“mmhm,” she hummed, leaning against the wall. “there’s going to be a house party this weekend—you all should come.”
your stomach twisted slightly, again. a party… wasn’t really your scene. you could deny it again, although this would be the second time you rejected wonyoung’s offer with the first one being her presentation partner. god, you’re so embarrassing.
first, you couldn’t be brave like she is, then second, you’re not as social as she is?
oh, whatever… why must you do something to please her?
“um, act—” before you could speak up, wonyoung turned to sunghoon. “you’ll be there, right? it’s heeseung and jake’s house party.” she said, smiling. sunghoon blinked at her, surprised. his eyes widened slightly.
your chest tightened. there was no way sunghoon would turn down a party his own two bestfriends hosted… and you didn’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, either. wonyoung’s eyes flicked to you for a split second before returning back to sunghoon.
“uh, yeah… it’s jake and heeseung’s, right?”
you crossed your arms, trying to hide the way your mind was spiralling and breaking down and crashing out. your eyes twitched again.
jang wonyoung, what do you want for me?
——
as all could imagine, the party was wild. not the american kind where toilet papers rains from the roof and blue, red, purple lights blasted from the windows. this was more subtly chaotic. music thumped loud enough to keep people moving and having to speak an octave higher just to get their words out, laughter spilling from all corners of the apartment, and faint clinking of glasses could be heard here and there.
sunghoon promised to stick close to you from the start, and he did, not surprising. even when jake came to welcome the two of you, and asked if sunghoon wanted to see the rest—your boyfriend told him later (he did it on his own accord, despite you telling him to just go, you’ll be fine).
wonyoung was already mingling with everyone and she looked really, really pretty that night. she looked hotter than how she looked daily. with that black dress of hers, and her curled hair… it was impossible not to swoon or stare.
somewhen throughout the party, you were separated from sunghoon when you went to get yourself a glass of punch—stumbled upon jungwon and jay in the kitchen, struck up a conversation or two with them, then got distracted.
you hadn’t realised how long you were gone for when you went back to the living room to find no signs of sunghoon—your eyes scanned the room, and then… wonyoung. she was nowhere to be seen, either.
your chest dropped before you could allow yourself to, stomach twisting into knots. where are they? together? the thought hit you like titanic and the iceberg, sharp and crumbling slowly. a rush of panic surged through you.
no way, right? it can’t be. sunghoon promised. sunghoon promised—you tried to convince yourself, but your mind refused to be swayed. as you weaved through the crowd, your mind couldn’t help but pick up every interaction they had before as early possible signs of betrayal.
“oh my god, please,” you murmured, heart hammering fast against your ribcage, eyes darting everywhere. suddenly every guy looked like your boyfriend, and every girl looked like the perfect wonyoung. you tried not to let yourself think the worst, but it’s so hard to not to when you’ve had thought about it since the beginning.
please let this be a coincidence.
you turned a corner and froze.
there they were—sunghoon and wonyoung, tucked away in a bedroom off the main party.
from where you could see them, it seemed like they were talking—but that stupid part of your brain that somehow managed to exaggerate everything else saw them leaning towards each other, getting handsy and touchy, and even felt the sexual tension between—!
“what are you doing?”
you found yourself standing in the doorway before you even realised you were there, voice sharper than intended, heart beating like it might burst anytime. sunghoon and wonyoung froze instantly, heads snapping toward you. the sight of your wide eyes, clenched fists, and flushed face clicked in his sunghoon’s mind of what you were thinking almost instantly.
“yn, i—” before sunghoon could answer, you marched ahead and wrapped your hand around wonyoung’s wrist, tugging her toward the balcony outside, still in the same room. she almost stumbled, eyes widening in surprise. “wait, yn—” she started, but just like sunghoon, you cut her off by slamming the balcony sliding door behind you.
the click echoing like a final declaration.
the sudden quiet of the outside space hit you both. from how it was so loud inside, the outside felt like it purposely muted itself for now. only the sound of the muffled thump of the part inside faded into the background.
wonyoung blinked and you saw her swallowing the lump in her throat.
“what do you want from me, wonyoung?” you asked, voice low and tense, with a slight shakiness that contracted the brave act you were trying to put up. there was a mix of fear and anger in your chest.
the girl before you hesitated, lips parting to answer, then closing again. huh—she’s so much like sunghoon, isn’t she? you thought almost bitterly. is that also why i can’t bring myself to hate her? came afterwards.
her eyes held yours. even right now, she didn’t look scared like she was just caught red–handed trying to flirt with someone else’s man. “yn…” she started carefully, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. “i… i don’t want anything from you. not really.”
you narrowed your eyes, eyebrows frowned. you rested your hands on your hips. “then why—why do you act like that around us? why do you… do this?” wonyoung didn’t answer. she looked down on her heels, eyebrows pinched in guilt.
and that almost got you to forgive her—you clenched your fists, lips formed into a tight line. “you’re… you’re wonyoung, for gods sake. you could have anyone you wanted to in this world. anyone! look at you! you’re so pretty and smart and, and—” you huffed, all that pent up anger was going to burst now. “you’re so sexy and nice! yet… you, you…” words tumblings and articulating in order that didn’t exist in the grammar rules.
“you’re perfect! why can’t you like someone else that’s not my boyfriend?!”
you took a shuddering breath, voice rising with exasperation, insecurity, and fear.
wonyoung froze, her eyes widened. for a long, terrible second, she looked like she might speak—hell, she looked like she was caught in the act!—then she blinked rapidly, gasping. “...wait—, i—” she stuttered, shaking her head quickly.
has she always looked this pretty?
“i don’t like him!”
now it was your turn to freeze. your mouth opened, heart stuttering. “...what?”
wonyoung swallowed the nervousness in her throat, fists clenched around her fabric as she shut her eyes tightly—taking a deep breath, before exhaling. “i mean, i don’t like sunghoon,” her eyes darted away, eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment. “yn. i… i like you.”
the words hit you like a bucket of ice–cold–water. and just like that—the water washed away all your anger, jealousy, and frustration—leaving you speechless and confused on the balcony. you couldn’t even bring yourself to say something in reply.
did jang wonyoung just confess.. to you?
her cheeks were flushed a deep pink like her lipgloss, eyes wide and darting nervously between you, the floor, and the night sky. her lips parted slightly, trembling as if she wished to take back the words but knew it was impossible.
caught in the momentum of a forced, ill–timed confession.
for someone whose exterior and presence were so composed and… flawless all the time, this was the first time you’ve ever seen her this way. she looked shy, almost like she’s not wonyoung, but someone else… entirely.
you blinked, still hadn’t formed a reply.
wonyoung took another deep breath. “i’ve liked you ever since orientation week… when i—i saw you saving a cat in the drainage,” her voice wavered, she tucked a strand of her curled hair nervously behind her ear. from there, you could see how red her ears were.
“you didn’t even hesitate to climb down there. you didn’t care that it’d ruin your jeans and get your hands dirty… everyone else just stood there, but you…” her gaze slowly landed back on you. “... you didn’t even think twice. i fell in love with your kindness first, then came everything else.”
you felt your cheeks burning up, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you didn’t know that that mindless action would affect anyone at that time. not like this, at least. it was just a decision you’d made on the spot since you would never leave a cat alone like that. that was like leaving jungwon in a dark room…
“then why… why were you always around sunghoon…?” you asked nervously. your voice barely louder than a whisper. right now, only wonyoung needed to hear what you have to say.
wonyoung’s lips parted as if she was almost offended by the question, but then she pressed them together. “at first it was because he’s always around you,” she admitted softly. “i thought if i get close to him, somehow, i could break the two of you.” she shamefully added, her face was like a tomato. “but then i realised how selfish it was to break a relationship. so i just figured that if i could tell sunghoon that i like you, maybe he’s willing to shar—”
your eyes widened so hard you swore they might pop out of your skull. “what—?! share?!” you blurted before she could even finish, lips parted as you pointed to yourself, voice cracking between disbelief and outrage. “me?” you continued. so just now, was it a misunderstanding? was wonyoung about to confess her feelings to you at your boyfriend, first?!
and sharing—? what is going on?
wonyoung’s eyes flew open too, mortified at her own truth. she waved her hands, crossing them in an “x” motion. “no, no—! that’s not it! i didn’t mean it like—well, i did mean it but not like that—ugh!” she buried her face in her hands, groaning, wishing the balcony floor on her side would suddenly crumble and swallow her down.
you were still stunned and frozen, anything she said didn’t register in your head. “i just,,,” she said, muffled against her palms. “i know that you and sunghoon love each other so much and there’s no way i can be with you alone,” she murmured.
“so… i—i thought if sunghoon was… willing to share you…” her voice cracked.
your jaw dropped. share me?! with sunghoon?
your brain short–circutied. for a split second, you swore the bass party inside mocked you, adding the chaos to this insane conversation.
wonyoung peeked between her fingers, face burning and turning impossibly red. desperation written all over her from her perfect rounded head, to her manicured toe. “that’s how much i… like you. i’d take anything. even if it means being second. i just want to be with you.”
her words hung in the cool air, heavy and reckless.
you realised she wasn’t joking.
she meant it.
——
“ah, fuck, you’re crazy babe…” sunghoon groaned, tipping his head back as your lips wrapped warmly and wetly around his throbbing, aching cock. his big hand caressed the top of your head before gently tangling your strands around his fingers. “my pretty girl,” he grunts, lips parting.
your hands move up to his hips and pressed down on it, digging your fingertips into his flesh. you slid more of sunghoon’s huge length in your mouth, trying to fit all of him inside. you felt him twitching and he had to restrain himself from bucking his hips and straight into fucking your mouth,
“mhh, hoonie,—” you muffled, feeling the head of his cock hitting playfully the back of your throat. you shut your eyes tightly as you breathed in through your nose, slowly taking him down in your throat. “oh, shit… d—don’t force yourself, love,” he stammered, fingers tightening around your hair.
slowly, you bobbed your head back and forth, coating his huge cock with your saliva. your hands moved to stroke along his length, spreading and making a mess out of your saliva down to his hanging balls. your boyfriend closed his eyes as he felt the double pleasure combo of your warm mouth and soft hands.
you sucked the bulbous head of sunghoon’s dick, twirling and rolling your tongue around the mushroom tip when—a moan slipped past your flushed lips. “oh—! wony, your tongue!” your body jerked forward slightly as you felt wonyoung’s tongue slipped inside your pussy, her lips molding against your cunt.
behind you, on her fours, wonyoung had her hands splayed across your ass, spreading them apart. she had her face stuffed between your cheeks, tongue darting flat between your folds from your clit all the way up to your entrance, teasingly poking her tongue inside every now and then. “you taste so sweet, yn,” she muffled, slipping a finger in your pussy. you let out a sweet moan, vibrating against sunghoon’s cock which elicited a groan out of him. “fuck yn—is she really making you feel this good?” he commented, visibly annoyed.
wonyoung gave your asscheek a firm squeeze, sucking your slick as her tongue languidly swiped across your folds. wonyoung pulled back slightly to make a comment towards sunghoon. “bet you can’t,” she smirked, and you felt it against your skin. you were about to say something—tell them to stop…—but before you could do so, sunghoon scoffed before bucking his hips up, thrusting his cock into your mouth.
you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when the tip hits the back of your throat. you squeezed his thighs, nails digging and scratching against his skin, so deep it left marks. “fuck you know about my g—girl, shit, yn,” sunghoon groaned, caressing your hairline in an attempt of comforting you after what he just did.
you pulled back with a sharp gasp, saliva slipping and drooling from your lips and down your chin, connecting from his length. you let out a soft whimper and cry, getting stimulated from the back and the front. wonyoung knew there was no point in arguing with sunghoon—she’s gotten what she wanted, anyway. digging her nails into the meat of your ass, wonyoung’s teeth dragged against your thigh, biting and sucking and leaving marks on your skin.
unbashed, you grinded your hips against her pretty face. “wony,” you breathed out, flattening your tongue against sunghoon’s wet cock to lick a stride up his length from his rounded balls up to the head. you flicked your tongue on the slit, the smell and manly scent of his sweat mixed pre–cum struck up your nose, licking just that sensitive part like a kitten.
“mmhm, are you feeling good, lovely?” wonyoung giggled, placing a kiss before sucking and tugging on your bud. you nodded and hummed, mouth enveloped and molded around sunghoon’s erection. his cock throbbed in your mouth, the pulse throbbing against your tongue.
above, you heard sunghoon muttered a swear under his mouth. it was obvious he was jealous from how his grip around your hair tightened, and the twitch of his hips. “yn baby, fuck, ‘m cumming,” he rasped. with each stroke of your hand from his base to the head—he felt his high increasing.
“uh huh, i want your cum,” you whimpered, from both the neediness of his semen down your throat—and also wonyoung’s languid licking between your pussy lips. your muscles contracted around her warm tongue. “please,” you slurred, not sure you were pleading for and if you were even thinking right.
“fuck—! babe!” his moan fell loudly from his lips, head tipping back, hand keeping your head still where it was—cock deep inside your warm mouth. his hips bucked up as hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth, straight down your throat and warming the domain of your mouth.
his cock throbbed as it pumped out cum and you tried to swallow it all, albeit some spilled from your mouth and rolled down his cock. you rolled your eyes back, nails digging into his flesh. your boyfriend’s loud moans only seemed to irritate wonyoung—and she lets out the annoyance by roughly flicking her tongue against your clit—where it’s sensitive and flushed and puffy. she didn’t like how your attention was on sunghoon just because he’s cumming right now.
it worked—you felt your brain melted when wonyoung slipped two fingers into you, stretching your tight cunt open and fingered you while sucking on your bud. “wony, wonywony—” you cried, hands not stopping from jerking sunghoon off. your boyfriend too, wasn’t in his right mind. he just came, but his own girlfriend’s attention wasn’t solely on him.
it was on your… girlfriend, or whatever the fuck wonyoung claimed herself to be to you. sunghoon couldn’t give a single fuck about that girl. he would’ve never expected something like this would occur in his happy relationship.
looking down at you from his half–drunked eyes, you looked so… innocent, and cute. trying your best to jerk all the remnant of his semen from his balls while getting fingered yourself, your cheeks were flushed, soft sobs, cries, and whimpers escaped your lips like a newborn kitten. so loud.
“c’mon lovely, you’re close, aren’t you?” wonyoung muffled, making out and french kissing your pussy lips. she rubbed her thumb over your clit, as the other thrusted inside your pretty cunt. you nodded, kissing the sides of sunghoon’s shaft. “squirt on my face, yn,” she coaxed, pushing you to the edge.
falling into the submission, your thighs trembled, knees threatened to give out—you released on her face. with a whimpery moan of your girlfriend’s name, you squeezed sunghoon’s cock without warning which elicited aloud moan from his as well. now all three of you were letting out pornographic sounds for different reasons—you released your high, sunghoon’s flushed, sensitive cock threatened to burst another ropes of cum, and wonyoung just made her crush came warmly on her face.
“oh god,” your pussy twitched around nothing, and if it weren’t for wonyoung’s firm grip around your hips, you'd have passed out on the bed. sunghoon’s chest heaved heavily as he brought his hand down on your cheek to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes. he knew it wasn’t from pain—but the overstimulated pleasure your body received.
wonyoung licked around her lip, humming at your sweet taste. “you taste so good. i love it s’much.” she stated, pussy drunk. it might as well be from the lack of oxygen she was getting. your body felt wrung out, every nerve of your body still buzzing from the pleasure. you couldn’t even articulate a reply as much as you wished to.
heat clung to your skin, damp with sweat, mouth salty from the taste of sunghoon’s cock, pussy twitching from the emptiness of wonyoung’s tongue. “oh god, you guys…” you panted, voice raw and shaky and whimpery, every syllable breaking nonsense as they’re not caught up with your brain.
smirking at your condition, sunghoon cupped your cheeks, thumbs caressing the apple of your cheeks. “we’re not done yet, baby,” he hummed. sunghoon tugged you forward by your forearm. your palms almost slipped against the bedspread, and before you could protest, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress—laying flat on your back.
“hoonie—?” he cuts you off by tugging you forward by your calf until your hips slammed flush against his. the abruptness slipped a gasp out of you. your boyfriend got into his position, looming over you with an obvious exasperated look on his face. “my turn to please my girl,” he said bitterly, meant it for wonyoung without even sparing a glance at her.
scoffing, wonyoung shook her head and smirked, crawling on the bed to position herself above your head. her knees spread and framed you, casting her shadow over your flushed face. “right,” she drawled, tilting her head slightly at sunghoon before cupping your cheeks from behind, leaning down. “then i’ll just take care of this pretty mouth.” she added, voice dripping with challenge. she wasn’t about to just let sunghoon have his fun alone. this was her moment too.
leaning and bending down, wonyoung attached her soft lips against yours—slow and savouring—letting you taste yourself on her lips. you hummed before closing your eyes as well, kissing her back.
sunghoon’s eyes twitched, fuck—kissing my girlfriend in front of me? he thought bitterly. he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock to position the head on the entrance of your nicely prepped pussy. “fuck off, seriously,” he muttered under his breath before pushing his length in, watching as your pussy wrapped around him and swallowed him whole.
moaning against wonyoung’s lips, your hips buckled slightly to adjust yourself. sunghoon started thrusting almost immediately, shaft rubbing the velvety walls as he rolled his hips. “so tight for me,” he groaned, resting and pinning down your hips on the bed so you wouldn’t move around. “you’re squeezing my cock so nicely, baby,” he added.
you let out a started gasp that wonyoung swallowed, whimpering and crying softly. smiling against your lips, her hands travelled down where it found your tits, rubbing her fingerpads around your perky tits. “now, now,” she chuckled, lips still on you. “does it feel good?” she teased, tugging and pressing your buds.
you nodded weakly. “hngnh, hoonie, oh god, wony—” back arched in pleasure as your hands wrapped around sunghoon’s wrists on your hips, grounding yourself. tears pooled in your eyes once more as you felt his cockhead bullying your cervix, each slam of his hips jerked your body against the bedspread.
maybe it was because of wonyoung’s position above you—but you kept on swallowing her saliva, each drop sliding past your tongue with nowhere else to go but down your throat. the angle forced her kiss deeper since the movement was limited for you. not just from sunghoon’s hands on your hips keeping you in place, but also wonyoung’s knees on the sides of your face.
every breath you tried to take was stolen by her mouth and it left your chest fluttering and heaving, the taste of her strawberry gloss smeared between your lips. “you’re so cute,” she whispered hotly against your flushed lips, grazing her fingernails along your tits until they were slightly red.
sunghoon shifted bitterly above you. he’s not able to see your face because of wonyoung’s head, and he also couldn’t watch your tits bounce with every thrust he gave you—the feeling was disgusting, he was being robbed slowly in front of his eyes.
his jaw clenched, muscles ticking as a sharp hiss escaped him. he wanted to rip wonyoung off you, tilt your chin up, slam his lips, and kiss you until one of you starts bleeding. make you look only at him. instead, he used all that anger to rail his cock deeper inside, hitting the spot he knew better than anyone else—that wonyoung could never reach—that had you begging for more.
your walls clamped tightly down his cock, sucking him in further. “oh my god, s’deep, too deep, hoonie!” you mewled, words caught up in your throat and choked on the mixed saliva. his thrusts were harsh and relentless and unforgiving, almost like he was punishing you for making him jealous.
wonyoung was no different, her fingers squeezed hard that flesh spilled out between her fingers. she used her other hand to grip your chin firmly, forcing your lips apart before spitting right on your tongue. “that’s it,” she breathed. “focus on me, c’mon.”
your body didn’t feel like yours anymore— with wonyoung’s unyielding grip and sunghoon’s ruthless pace below that left you writhing and needy for more. your body trembled under the weight of their possessive claim. competing for what they’ve already won.
“you take me so well, baby,” he groaned, lifting your hips up slightly against his pelvis, angling his cock deeper with a force that shook the bed beneath. the sensation overwhelming you instantly. sunghoon’s thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips despite his brutal movement. “goodness gracious, my pussy feels s’good.” he added, tipping his head back.
you nodded, whimpering. using all your strength, you slowly fluttered your eyes open, locking wonyoung’s instantly. “w—wony,” you moaned, gasping. “i wanna taste you, please,” heat rises up your cheeks. this was the first time ever, in your life—that you were going to have someone sit on your face. a girl at that too. licking and eating another girl out was something you’d never see yourself doing.
but there’s a first for everything, right?
wonyoung’s eyes widened, her lips parted slightly but she was quick to nod, smile and face gleaming and brightening. “you’re so cute…” she murmured, voice soft but filled with thrill. you heard her giggle before she moved, her pretty hands slid along your cheeks before her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your face, hovering just above you.
you swallowed nervously at the sight above you—wow, wonyoung’s pussy is really pretty, too, huh? you thought, blushing hard. slowly, she lowered herself until your lips met with her lips—except it’s not the one on her face, but her private part.
wonyoung let out a soft moan, already closing her eyes into the sensation just by the feeling of your warm mouth against her warmer, wetter cunt. in front of her, sunghoon’s eyes twitched. great—now he couldn’t see even an an inch of your face.
“my god, yn,” she breathed out as you brought your hands around her hips. your fingers dig into her soft flesh. her breath stuttered as you brought your tongue out and gave an… experimental lap between her folds. “mhh,” wonyoung shivered, squeezing your tits to anchor herself.
you were obviously inexperienced at this—she could tell that as much by the way you moved your tongue all over her pussy, in different patterns, different strokes, just to see which one felt good for you—and her. when wonyoung moaned a little louder, you started licking and sucking a little rougher too.
down there—sunghoon was hitting all the right spots. he moved one hand to rub his thumb over your bud which made you whine against wonyoung’s cunt—your moans vibrating and up till she felt it in her tummy. sunghoon lifted your hips back into place when he felt you slipping.
just as sunghoon lifted his head up from the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock each time he thrusted inside—that he met wonyoung’s eyes who, by chance, had looked up at the same exact moment.
the air tightened instantly but you couldn’t tell. almost instantly, both of them looked away but wonyoung’s lips didn’t fail to curl, while sunghoon’s jaw tensed—you didn’t see it, but you felt his grip hardened.
“don’t look at me, weirdo,” she commented sharply, opting to focus on the way her fingers molded and played with your tits. sunghoon scoffed offendedly, looking back at your wet cunt soaking his cock with your slick. “as if.” venom dripped down his reply. “bet you wish you had a cock right now inside of my girl’s pussy, yeah?” he added mockingly, his sharp canine digging down his bottom lip to suppress his moans.
wonyoung glared at him momentarily, bucking and rolling her hips on your face. she felt the tip of your nose grazing between her folds. “ew, please,” she taunted. wonyoung? a dick—? she’d rather kill herself. “having yn eat my pussy out feels s’much better, fuck,” she mocked, exaggerating her moans—”you can’t relate… her tongue feels so good inside me.”
you felt like you were underwater, not being able to hear what sunghoon and wonyoung were saying to one another—if they even acknowledged each other’s presence at all.
that… riled sunghoon up, badly. his thrusts started picking up its pace and force, hips snapping harshly into yours that there wasn’t an inch of his cock that was visible. dragging it out fully, sunghoon slammed it back in your cunt. he repeated until your toes curled, and your hips started bucking on its own—fucking yourself on him.
you held your tongue out, all your moans were being muffled by wonyoung’s cunt anyway. your girlfriend started moving her body at her own pace as she chased her high. “fuck, j’st like that, lovely,” she nodded, arching her back slightly. “you’re doing so good, oh god,” her thighs trembled around your head.
wonyoung’s heart stuttered. she adored you, a lot. and although she had to share—technically sunghoon was the one who had to share but it didn’t matter since he’s a guy—she was just grateful that she could be doing all these things with you.
maybe one day it could be just you and her? she wanted to do the scissor position she saw in porns with you.
the thought swirled in the heat in wonyoung’s stomach. “‘m gonna cum, yn,” she gasped. sunghoon couldn’t hold it in that long either. each time wonyoung pressed herself firmer on your face, you only tightened up around his cock—muscles clamping down. he was honestly just holding it in so he could end this fucking session last.
you nodded pathetically and weakly beneath wonyoung, gripping her hips tighter and mirroring what she did to your pussy earlier—tongue–fucking her cunt. your boyfriend could tell you were reaching your orgasm as well. “let go for me, baby,” sunghoon groaned, voice strained with his own need. “cum on my cock.” his thumb circled your clit again.
the encouragement only riled up through your body—and you did as he said. with a moan into wonyoung’s entrance and a buck of your hips, your orgasm washed over you again. upon the vibration from you that travelled up against wonyoung’s tummy, her hips trembled as she came on your face, squeezing your reddened tits hard. with the warmth of your cunt washing over sunghoon's cock, he pushed his hips flushed against yours—pumping ropes of hot, thick semen inside of you, cock twitching as your contracted walls milked and drained him.
all three of you moaned differently, you were practically crying and whimpering, muffled; wonyoung was just drowning in ecstasy; and sunghoon was groaning at how much he came for the second time.
thankfully, wonyoung slowly lifted herself up—allowing you to catch your breath, chest heaving as air rushed back into your lungs. your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen. a trail of slick clung to your lips and chin, glistening under the dim bedroom light. your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy, only to see her staring down at you.
after ensuring he’s milked and painted your insides white, sunghoon slowly slipped out, a string of cum connecting your pussy to his tip and he watched as it spilled out of your fucked hole. he panted, swallowing the lump in his throat as he slowly caressed the red, flushed marks he’d left when he gripped your hips.
“... baby?” softly, sunghoon called out to you, noticing the sudden stillness. your lashes fluttered shut, head rolling slightly to the side—oh, the exhaustion had taken you in an instant.
he cupped your cheek, thumb grazing over your damp, sweaty skin. “aw,” he chuckled softly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. your lips parted, breath shallow but steady. you’d simply burned yourself out. never again—never again. two of them at the same time.
“...is she okay?” wonyoung brushed strands of hair from your face. guilt tugged at her features even if you’d never blame her. her chest still heaved from her own high. sunghoon sighed and hummed, tension slowly bleeding out of him. he pulled the blanket and over your bare body—his too, and kind enough, tossed a part to wonyoung.
“she’s just exhausted,” he muttered, more to himself. sunghoon ran his thumb over your flushed bottom lip. “she gets tired easily after sex, so,” he added, running his fingers through his hair. he glanced at wonyoung just briefly—and saw it—the look of love in her eyes. the kind he knew too well, because it was the same one he had on whenever he thought of you.
fuck… why do you have to be so… magnetic? why do you have to pull crazy people like wonyoung—and him—and make them love and crave you? if anything, it was sunghoon who was supposed to be insecure and afraid, not the other way around.
his jaw clenched, and he messed up his hair. “was that a reminder for my next time?” wonyoung hummed, still twirling your hair around her finger. sunghoon glared at her sharply and bitterly, giving her his middle finger. “you wish, fuck off.”
the girl only chuckled, brushing your hair back from your hairline. “too late now, i think. our girlfriend wants me too.”
——
it’s weird how you couldn’t catch up on it fast enough.
since the beginning, sunghoon always thought how weird it was for wonyoung to treat you differently than how she would do to others. it’s strange how she was always softer, gentler around you. you claimed wonyoung laughed at his jokes, but it was everything you said that she laughed at.
she would linger around you a little closer, looking at you a little too… lovey dovey between friends—? strangers? sunghoon didn’t even know who she was towards you, or what you were to her.
the reason why sunghoon never understood why you had to be scared of wonyoung liking him was because it was never him who she had a crush on—it was you.
he realised and confirmed it when he caught her stroking your hair when you fell asleep in the library. she looked at you the same way he did when sunghoon first got closer to you.
that’s when he realised—fuck, she’s in love with you too.
at one point sunghoon did contemplate on telling you, but that’d keep you on the edge of your toes and he didn’t want you to think of her. would you even believe him in the first place? that wonyoung likes women? he doubted you will. sunghoon was also not expecting for wonyoung to come clean and confess—but with that personality of hers, he probably should’ve seen it coming, or at least expected it.
but it made you happy now, right? yeah it’s awkward and strange to share… his girlfriend with another girl he couldn’t really give a shit for… sunghoon tried to see it from a different light—at least it’s a girl. at least it’s wonyoung who’s smarter and wiser, and not some dumb useless asshole who could rip you away from him entirely, right?
if it had to be anyone, then fine. let it be her.
as long as sunghoon kept gaslighting himself that wonyoung was like your bestfriend… that had sex with each other sometimes—he’ll be fine. he hoped.
and at the end of the day, it’s sunghoon who first got to be with you, and eventually it would be him you’d carry children for.
it’s fine. as long as it’s wonyoung—it’s fine.
——
nobody would’ve ever thought wonyoung liked girls. not even wonyoung herself.
the it girl—jang wonyoung… liked girls. she was supposed to like boys, wasn't she? supposed to be chased by handsome, tall, broad–shouldered, good grades, good future dudes and have a perfect family and husband.
but she liked girls instead! wonyoung thinks it rooted way back when she wished there was another girl like her. someone tall, poised, charming, beautiful—someone to match her from head to toe. men are annoying, the best kind of guy would probably be like… less than half of what she is. call it narcissism but, a girl just wanted the best for herself.
then you appeared—not like her at all—but exactly what she had been wishing for. you weren’t tall, shorter than most people wonyoung knew, not polished, or idolised by people. yet so warm in ways she could never be—they called her the ice princess, after all. you were clumsy unlike wonyoung’s perfect demeanour, and a little awkward.
yeah, sure—wonyoung could bend a room toward her orbit, but you… could bend her.
everything she said to sunghoon was her silent way of challenging him to prove to you that she was better than your boyfriend without knowing you’d taken that as her flirting with him. as if—! wonyoung knew that pigs would need to fly before the thought of breaking up with sunghoon (or the other way around) even occurred to either one of you, which was why she was okay with sharing.
eh—she’d take what she could get. if she had to carve out her space in your relationship, then so be it. wonyoung was never a girl that was quick to give up, anyway. she’d make peace with sunghoon who was your world, by being your moon, so long as she got to orbit near you, the sun.
at the end of the day, what was there to complain about? you love sunghoon the same while loving her too. differently, of course. sunghoon’s a boyfriend, and wonyoung’s a girlfriend—two halves that couldn’t be measured against each other, two roles that only made sense and could be tolerated because it was them.
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