I walked over to the mirror and straightened my collar. I needed to look professional today, despite the lack of sleep. I was just finishing adjusting my hair when the tapping started.

*Tap, tap, tap.*

It wasn't the hesitant knock of someone seeking advice. It was a rhythmic, impatient beat. The sound of someone eager to cause trouble.

I turned and opened the door.

Dahyun was standing there, bouncing on the balls of her heels. She was already wide awake, vibrating with that boundless, chaotic energy she was famous for. She was dressed in a black cropped tank top that showed off her toned midriff, layered under a matching textured shrug that gave her a cozy yet edgy look. Her legs were encased in light-colored drawstring joggers that sat low on her hips.

But it was her face that got me. That signature, cat-like smile. Her eyes were curved into crescents, sparkling with a mischief that instantly set off alarm bells in the back of my brain.

"Oppa!" she chirped, her voice bright and bouncy. "Good morning! Meet your cute girlfriend for the day~"

Before I could even process the greeting, she stepped in, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled me into a quick, firm kiss on the lips. It tasted like mint toothpaste and trouble.

She pulled back but didn't let go. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. Her voice dropped, losing the bright public persona and dropping into a low, sultry purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Let's eat breakfast first," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I can't wait to eat you up later."

She pulled away, flashing me an innocent grin that was at complete odds with what she’d just said. She grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers, and started towing me down the hallway.

"Come on, come on! I'm starving!"

I stumbled after her, my brain trying to catch up. *Eat me up later?* Okay. So that was the tone for today. Dahyun was usually playful, but this felt different. This felt like a hunt.

When we entered the dining room, the rest of the members were already there. Nayeon was half-asleep over a bowl of rice, and Jihyo was scrolling through her phone. They looked up as Dahyun practically dragged me inside.

Dahyun didn't sit down immediately. Instead, she walked to the head of the table, still clutching my hand, and cleared her throat.

"Everyone!" she announced, her voice ringing out clearly. "I would like to formally introduce you guys to my boyfriend."

She squeezed my hand hard, looking up at me with exaggerated adoration. "Isn't he the cutest thing ever?"

The room went silent for a beat, and then a collective groan went up from the members.

"Here we go," Jeongyeon muttered, stabbing at a sausage.

Nayeon lifted her head, narrowing her eyes at the maknae. "Yah, Dahyun-ah. You're supposed to wait for the official announcement. You're breaking the rules, brat. We talked about this."

Dahyun pouted, sticking out her lower lip in a way that she knew made her look irresistible. "Sorry, Unnie," she whined, though she didn't look sorry at all. "I couldn't stop myself anymore. He's just too cute."

She dragged me over to my seat, which was, naturally, next to hers on the left. She sat down immediately, her thigh pressing flush against mine from shoulder to knee.

I looked at her. She was already piling food onto her plate, humming a happy tune. But under the table, I felt her hand slide onto my thigh, her fingers digging in just enough to let me know she was there.

"Okay, everyone," I said, trying to regain some semblance of managerial authority. I cleared my throat and pulled out the schedule. "Today is going to be busy. We have dance practice from nine to twelve, followed by vocal training until two, and then we finish up with final fan-meet prep at the main hall until six."

I heard a chorus of sighs, but I was focused on the girl next to me.

Dahyun picked up a piece of sausage with her chopsticks and turned to me. "Say 'ahhh', Oppa," she cooed.

I opened my mouth, expecting her to feed me. She did, but as she leaned in, she whispered, "I wore those panties boys like. The lace ones."

I choked on the sausage, coughing violently.

"Oppa! Are you okay?" Dahyun asked loudly, patting my back with a look of mock concern. The other members glanced over, but I waved them off, my face flushing.

"I'm fine," I wheezed.

"Good," she whispered, her hand creeping higher up my inner thigh. "Because I've been thinking about you chocking on something else."

Breakfast became a delicious torture. Every time I tried to discuss logistics with Jihyo or ask Chaeyoung about her vocal health, Dahyun was there. She offered me food constantly, using it as an excuse to invade my personal space. She dropped her chopsticks and made me pick them up. She wiped a crumb from the corner of my mouth with her thumb, sucking the crumb off her own finger with a deliberate slowness that made my blood boil.

By the time breakfast was over, I was sweating, and it had nothing to do with the temperature.

"Okay, let's get ready to go," I announced, standing up abruptly to escape her touch.

"I'll meet you at the van," Dahyun said, hopping up. "I need to change."

She sprinted back to her room, leaving me to try and compose myself in the hallway.

***

Twenty minutes later, we were in the garage.

The van was idling, the girls loading in. I was standing by the open side door, checking the attendance list on my clipboard.

"Oppa!"

I looked up. My breath hitched for the second time that morning.

Dahyun strutted toward me, and she looked lethal. She had ditched the comfy joggers for a white halter-neck crop top that showed off her shoulders and back. She was wearing denim shorts that were barely legal, paired with oversized cut-out chaps that framed her legs perfectly. Layered silver necklaces glinted against her collarbone in the garage light.

She stopped in front of me and did a slow, deliberate spin. The outfit left nothing to the imagination, hugging her curves in all the right places.

"Oppa, how do I look?" she asked, her voice light and airy.

"You look..." I struggled to find a word that wouldn't get me arrested. "Incredible. Very... stage-ready."

She stepped closer, invading my space again. She reached up, straightening my collar, her eyes locking onto mine. The playful mask slipped just a fraction, revealing the hunger underneath.

"Do you want to cancel the whole schedule," she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw, "and just rip this off me right now?"

My hands twitched at my sides. God, I wanted to. I wanted to throw the clipboard in the dirt, drag her back into the dorm, and do exactly that.

"We can't," I gritted out, gripping the clipboard until my knuckles turned white. "The fanmeet is tomorrow, Dahyun."

She pouted, stepping back. "You're no fun, Manager Oppa."

She hopped into the van, sliding into the back seat. I took a deep breath, adjusted my pants, and climbed into the driver's seat. The drive to JYP was going to be hell.

***

The day turned into a test of endurance I hadn't trained for.

Dance Practice (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM):

We were in Studio A. The mirrors reflected the nine of them as we ran through the choreography for the new title track. I sat in the corner, watching their formations, taking notes on their stamina.

But Dahyun was dancing right in the front row, directly in my line of sight. Every time she did a body roll, she made eye contact with me in the mirror, licking her lips.

During a water break, she sauntered over to where I was sitting. She was glistening with sweat, her chest heaving slightly.

"Oppa," she said, grabbing a towel and wiping her neck. "I think my hip is a little tight. Can you check it?"

She turned around, presenting her lower back to me. "Right here," she said, pointing to a spot just above the waistband of her shorts.

I hesitated, looking around the room. The other girls were chatting near the speakers. I reached out, placing my hand on her hip. It was slippery with sweat.

"Here?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Mmm, lower," she murmured, leaning back into my touch. "Rub it harder, Oppa."

I dug my thumb into the muscle, trying to be professional, but she pushed her ass back against my hand, grinding slightly. I froze.

"Thanks, Oppa," she chirped, pulling away with a smirk. "It feels much better now."

Vocal Training (1:00 PM - 2:00 PM):

We moved to the smaller recording studios. I was bouncing between rooms, checking on progress.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

From: Dubu

I'm so bored in here. I can see you through the glass window. You look really hot in that shirt.

I looked up. Dahyun was in the vocal booth, wearing headphones. She was staring right at me, a microphone in front of her. She waved innocently at me.

My phone buzzed again.

From: Dubu

I'm not wearing any underwear underneath the shorts. Just thinking about you looking at me is making me wet.

I nearly dropped my tablet. I glared at her through the glass. She just blew me a kiss and went back to singing, hitting the high notes perfectly while I sat there, fighting a losing battle against my own biology.

Fan-Meet Prep (2:30 PM - 6:00 PM):

The afternoon was spent in the main event hall. The staff was setting up the stage, barriers, and merchandise booths. The girls were doing a run-through of the greeting games.

Dahyun was assigned to the "fancy dress" segment, where they had to wear ridiculous costumes and react to fan comments.

I was standing near the edge of the stage, discussing the lighting plan with the director. Suddenly, I felt a hand brush against my ass.

I stiffened, looking around. No one was paying attention. It happened again, a lingering squeeze.

I looked down. Dahyun was crouching behind a stack of fake prize boxes, "fixing" a banner. She was hidden from the waist down by the table, but her arm reached out, invisible to everyone but me.

She pinched me hard.

"Manager Oppa," she said loudly, popping up from behind the boxes with a bright smile. "Can you help me tie this ribbon? It's too complicated."

She turned her back to me, lifting her hair up. Her neck was exposed, sweaty and flushed.

I stepped closer, trying to tie the ribbon on her costume with shaking hands.

"You're killing me," I whispered through grit teeth.

"Good," she whispered back, leaning her head back so it rested against my chest. "Maybe tonight, I'll finish the job."

She spun around, the ribbon tied perfectly. "Thanks, Oppa! You're the best!"

She bounced back onto the stage, leaving me leaning against the equipment table, weak in the knees.

By the time we finally wrapped up at six, I was a wreck. I was exhausted, frustrated, and painfully aroused. Dahyun, on the other hand, looked fresh as a daisy. She had spent the entire day torturing me, acting like a perfect, innocent angel in front of the cameras and staff, while driving me absolutely insane in the shadows.

As we walked back to the van, she skipped along beside me, humming.

"Tough day, Oppa?" she asked innocently.

I stopped and looked at her. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the parking lot. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind the van, out of sight of the others.

"You know exactly what kind of day I've had," I growled, crowding her against the side of the vehicle.

Dahyun looked up at me, her eyes wide, but the smirk was still there. "Do I?"

"You've been teasing me for nine hours, Dahyun," I said, placing a hand on the van beside her head, caging her in. "Whispering in my ear, touching me, texting me filth. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit there and not drag you into a closet?"

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth. "I was hoping it was very hard."

She reached down, her palm pressing firmly against the front of my jeans. I gasped, my head falling back.

"It is," she whispered, sounding satisfied. "Good. I want you to be desperate for me by the time we get home."

She pulled her hand away and ducked under my arm, skipping toward the van door.

"Come on, Oppa! Let's go home! I'm hungry!"

I stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath of the evening air. I was in so much trouble. But God, I was excited for it.

* * *

The van ride back to the dorm was quiet, mostly because everyone else was asleep, drained from the long day. I was wide awake, vibrating with the residual energy of Dahyun’s constant teasing. She was sitting next to me, her head resting on my shoulder, feigning sleep, but I could feel her fingers tracing patterns on my thigh through the fabric of my jeans.

When we pulled into the garage, the shuffle to the dorm was slow and zombie-like. One by one, the girls peeled off toward their rooms, muttering tired goodnights.

Dahyun and I were the last ones left in the living room. She stopped in the center of the room, turning to me with a mischievous glint in her eyes that shattered any illusion of fatigue.

"Oppa," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "My shower isn't working properly. The water pressure is terrible."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is it really?"

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes! It's a tragedy. Can I use yours?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She spun on her heel and walked straight into my bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I stood there for a second, listening to the sound of her moving around in my room. A moment later, the bathroom door clicked shut, and I heard the water start up with a loud hiss.

I walked into my room and started changing. I was tired, hot, and honestly, the idea of a cold shower didn't sound bad to calm my nerves. I stripped off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in just my boxer briefs.

Just as I was about to grab a clean t-shirt, Dahyun’s voice rang out from the bathroom, loud and clear.

"Oppa! I forgot the bathrobe!"

I sighed, walking over to the closet. "You didn't bring a towel?"

"There should be one in your closet!" she called back. "Check my section! I think I put one there yesterday!"

I opened the closet door and, sure enough, hanging on my side of the rack, was a fluffy white towel. She had planned this. Of course she had.

I grabbed the towel and walked over to the bathroom door. The steam was already seeping out from under the crack, smelling like her body wash—something sweet and citrusy.

I knocked lightly. "Dahyun?"

"Just come inside," she yelled over the sound of the spray. "I'm in the shower!"

I opened the door. The air inside was thick, hot, and humid. The glass of the shower stall was fogged up, hiding her behind a wall of white mist.

I walked over to the shower, holding the towel. Suddenly, the glass door slid open a few inches. A slender, wet arm snaked out, water dripping from her elbow.

"Give it to me," she commanded.

I reached out to place the towel in her hand. But the moment my fingers brushed against her wet palm, her grip tightened like a vice.

"Gotcha," she giggled.

Before I could react, she yanked hard. I stumbled forward, the wet tile floor offering no resistance. She pulled me right into the shower stall, the door clicking shut behind me.

I was instantly drenched. The hot water sprayed over my chest, soaking my boxers instantly.

"You little brat," I spluttered, wiping water from my eyes.

I looked down. My breath hitched.

Dahyun was standing there, completely naked. Water was cascading down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, running over her flat stomach, and dripping down her long, toned legs. Her hair was wet and slicked back, exposing her beautiful face and the long, elegant line of her neck.

She looked like a water nymph. A sinful, teasing water nymph.

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggled, stepping closer. The heat of her body mixed with the heat of the water. "I thought you’d be pretty used to naked bodies after already sleeping with six of us."

I looked at her, really looked at her. The water droplets clinging to her nipples, the glistening skin of her thighs. Even now, it felt surreal.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to it," I admitted, my voice rough. "You all still feel like dreams."

She laughed softly, a low, throaty sound. She reached up, placing her hands on my wet chest. "Just what kind of dreams were you having before joining us?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her body against mine, her wet skin sliding against my damp boxers.

"Showering with someone is one of my fantasies," she whispered against my chest, looking up at me through her wet lashes. "You don't mind, right?"

I groaned, my hands finding her waist and pulling her tighter against me. I could feel her softness molding into my hardness. "I think I can manage that."

I reached behind her and grabbed the loofah from the shelf, squeezing some body wash onto it. "So I'm guessing I don't need to call a plumber to fix your shower?"

She grinned, that mischievous, cat-like smile that had been driving me crazy all day. "Now he's getting it."

She turned around, presenting her back to me. "Be a good boy and wash my back."

I started at her shoulders, working the loofah in slow circles. The soap created a rich lather, foaming against her golden skin. I moved down her spine, watching the muscles ripple under her skin as she relaxed into my touch.

"You have good hands, Oppa," she murmured, leaning her head back against my shoulder.

I moved the loofah lower, down to the small of her back, just above the curve of her ass. I ditched the sponge, using my bare hands to spread the soap over her skin. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, tasting the water and her skin.

She shivered. "Do that again."

I kissed her again, harder, sucking gently on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. My hands slid around her waist, soapy and slick. I moved them up, cupping her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms.

Dahyun gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder. Her hands reached back, gripping my thighs, pulling me closer.

"Oppa," she breathed. "Touch me."

"Where?" I teased, my thumb brushing over her nipple, already hard from the heat of the shower and my touch.

She grabbed my hand and guided it down, past her stomach, between her legs.

"There," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Feel that."

My fingers slid through her folds. She was soaked, and it wasn't just from the shower. She was slippery, hot, and incredibly soft.

"God, Dahyun," I groaned.

"Look how wet I am, Oppa," she moaned, rocking her hips against my hand. "I've been like this since you got here... waiting for my turn. Thinking about you all week..."

I didn't make her wait any longer. I parted her folds with my fingers and found her clit. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly. I caught her with my other arm around her waist, holding her up against me.

I started to rub her in slow, deliberate circles. The water from the shower beat down on us, mixing with her juices, making everything impossibly slick.

"Don't stop," she cried out, her hand reaching back to grab the back of my neck, turning her head to kiss me frantically.

It was a messy, wet kiss. Tongues and teeth and water. I bit her lip, swallowing her moans as I sped up my fingers. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that spot that made her see stars.

"Yes! Right there!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, the palm of my hand grinding against her clit. I could feel her walls clenching around me, fluttering as she got closer to the edge.

I moved my mouth to the back of her neck, sucking hard, marking her. The sensation of my mouth on her neck and my fingers inside her was too much.

"Come for me, Dahyun," I growled against her skin.

She let out a high-pitched whine, her body seizing up. Her back arched, pressing her ass into my groin. She shuddered violently, her nails digging into my neck as her orgasm crashed over her.

I kept moving my fingers, drawing it out, milking every last spasm of pleasure from her body until she went limp in my arms, panting heavily.

I held her there under the spray, my fingers still buried inside her, pressing soft kisses to her wet shoulder.

"Was that a good start to the boyfriend duties?" I whispered.

She turned around in my arms, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. She looked wrecked in the best way possible.

"Hmm," she hummed, wrapping her arms around my neck. "It's a passable start. But I think we can do better." She reached down, her hand palming the huge bulge in my soaked boxers. "Much, much better."

* * *

We stepped out of the shower, steam rolling into the cool air of my bedroom. Dahyun wrapped the fluffy white towel around herself, hiding the body I had just memorized with my hands and mouth. She was humming a tune, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"Give me five minutes," she said, pecking me on the cheek. "I need to grab some actual clothes. Meet me at the fun room?"

"Fun room?" I asked, grabbing a towel for myself.

"It's where the magic happens, Oppa," she winked. "Be there."

She scampered out of the room, clutching her towel. I dried off quickly and threw on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. If we were gaming and watching movies, suits and jeans weren't exactly the dress code.

I walked down the hallway toward the end of the corridor where I’d seen them go before but never entered. Just as I passed Nayeon and Sana’s room, the door swung open.

Sana stood there, wearing a oversized sleep shirt, holding a mug of tea. She looked at me, then past me, her eyes zeroing in on Dahyun who was just emerging from her own room down the hall.

Dahyun had thrown on a a white tube top layered with an asymmetrical light blue crochet shrug and high-waisted light-wash jeans. But she had forgotten one crucial detail. On the side of her neck, just above her collarbone, a dark purple bruise was blooming vividly against her pale skin—a mark I had left just minutes ago under the hot water.

Sana’s eyes widened. A devilish grin spread across her face.

"Yah, Dahyun-ah!" Sana called out, her voice sing-song and teasing. "Did our innocent church girl Dubu get attacked by a vampire?"

Dahyun froze, her hand flying up to cover her neck. Her face turned a shade of red that rivaled the hickey itself.

"Unnie!" she squeaked.

Sana leaned against the doorframe, eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't be shy. Was he hot?"

Dahyun looked at me, then back at Sana, and instead of denying it, she let out a breathless giggle. "Maybe," she squeaked, and then bolted.

She sprinted past me, down the hall, and disappeared through a door at the very end.

Sana looked at me, raising an eyebrow and lifting her mug in a mock salute. "Nice work, Manager-oppa. You play rough."

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "Just a plumbing accident, Sana."

"I bet," she laughed, closing her door.

I shook my head and followed Dahyun’s path. When I reached the door at the end of the hall, I walked inside and stopped dead.

It was... magnificent.

If the living room was for hosting and the bedrooms for sleeping, this room was purely for happiness. It was a cozy explosion of color and light. The walls were painted a soft lavender, but you could barely see the paint because they were covered floor-to-ceiling in polaroids of the members, goofy doodles, and stickers.

Fairy lights crisscrossed the ceiling, casting a warm, magical glow over everything. In the center was the main event: a massive sectional sofa facing a huge TV, flanked by two comfortable-looking bean bags. Shelves lined the walls, packed with every gaming console imaginable—PlayStation, Xbox, Switch, retro consoles.

In the corner, a vending machine hummed softly, stocked with chocolate, chips, and rows of banana milk. Opposite it, a small karaoke machine stood ready with two microphones and disco lights.

It felt like stepping into their souls. It was chaotic, bright, and incredibly inviting.

"Oppa! You're staring," Dahyun laughed from her spot on the bean bag. She was already setting up the Nintendo Switch.

"It's amazing," I said honestly. "I didn't know this existed."

"Well, now you do. It was our reward for selling the first million albums. We made sure JYP wouldn't cheap out." she patted the empty spot next to her on the giant bean bag. "Sit. We’re playing Super Mario Party. And I’m not going easy on you just because you're my manager."

"I'd be worried if you did," I said, sitting down. The bean bag swallowed me up. It was incredibly comfortable.

The next hour was a whirlwind of button mashing and shouting. We were playing the *Superstars* mode, and Dahyun was ruthless. She beat me in the face-stealing game, she crushed me in the bobsled race, and she taunted me endlessly every time she stole a star from me.

"You're supposed to be a manager! Where is your leadership?!" she cackled as she beat me in a game of *Shy Guy Says*.

"I'm managing my stress levels right now, which are skyrocketing!" I retorted, tossing my controller down when my character plummeted off a cliff.

We were breathless and laughing when the doorbell rang. Food.

We ordered a massive spread of fried chicken, tteokbokki, and pizza. We moved to the rug in front of the TV, spreading the food out like a feast.

We ate while watching a K-drama. It was a romcom, naturally. The lead male was doing something impossibly romantic—running through the rain or buying a building—and Dahyun was glued to the screen, feeding me pieces of chicken absentmindedly.

It was domestic. It was comfortable. But the tension was still there, humming under the surface.

Every time our fingers brushed over a pizza box, I felt a spark. Every time she leaned her head on my shoulder, I smelled the citrus soap from the shower.

About halfway through the second episode, the drama slowed down. The characters were having a serious conversation.

Dahyun shifted beside me. She sighed.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Boring," she whispered back. "I want to do something else."

Before I could ask what, she moved. She crawled over me, straddling my lap right there on the floor. She pushed the pizza boxes aside to make room.

"Dahyun, the food—"

"Shh," she said, placing a finger on my lips. She looked down at me, her eyes dark, the playful innocence from the game gone. "I'm still hungry, Oppa. But not for chicken."

She leaned down and captured my lips.

This kiss was different from the shower. The shower had been frantic, wet, and desperate. This was slow, deep, and searing. She tasted like spicy tteokbokki and vanilla lip balm.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down flush against my chest. Her hips rolled against mine, a slow, deliberate grind that made me instantly hard.

She kissed me like she was starving, her tongue exploring my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair. I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding up under her t-shirt, tracing the warm skin of her back.

The TV played softly in the background, forgotten. The fairy lights danced above us.

She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. Her lips were swollen and wet. She rested her forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes.

"Oppa..." she whispered, her voice husky and low. "Take me to the bedroom."

My heart hammered against my ribs. The playfulness was over. The teasing was done. She was ready for the main event.

I stood up, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, holding on tight.

"Your wish is my command," I said.

I carried her out of the fun room, leaving the half-eaten pizza and the paused drama behind. I carried her down the hall, toward my bedroom, toward the bed where I was going to ruin her in the best way possible.

* * *

I kicked the bedroom door shut behind us, the lock clicking with a finality that made my blood race. I didn't make it to the bed. I pushed Dahyun up against the wall next to the door, trapping her there with my body.

She gasped, dropping her legs from my waist to stand, but I caged her in. The air between us was crackling, heavy with the unspoken tension that had been building all day.

"You think you're cute?" I growled, my hand tangling in her hair, tipping her head back.

Dahyun looked up at me, her eyes wide and shimmering with mock innocence, but the smirk playing on her lips betrayed her. "I am cute, Manager-nim. Everyone says so."

"You teased me for eight hours," I said, my voice low and dangerous. I leaned in, biting the sensitive skin of her neck, right over the hickey I’d left earlier. She whimpered, her hands clutching my shoulders. "You whispered filthy things in my ear. You touched me under the table. You sent me dirty texts while I was trying to work."

I pulled back to look her in the eye. "Do you have any idea how hard it was not to bend you over in that recording booth?"

She shivered, a visible tremor running through her body. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Maybe I wanted you to," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, shedding the aegyo for pure, unadulterated lust. "Maybe I was begging for it."

"Are you asking for punishment, Dahyun-ssi?" I asked, using the formal honorific just to twist the knife.

She let out a breathless moan, her knees buckling slightly. "Yes... Manager-nim. I've been such a bad, naughty idol. Are you going to punish me?"

"Fuck yes."

I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and practically ripped it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced free, pale and perfect, her nipples already hard peaks. I didn't give her a second to breathe. I ducked my head, capturing one nipple in my mouth and sucking hard, grazing it with my teeth.

"God!" she cried out, her back arching off the wall, her fingers digging into my scalp. "Yes, just like that..."

I worshipped her chest with my mouth, moving from one breast to the other, marking her with spit and love bites. My hands were busy too, unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down her legs along with her panties. She kicked them off frantically, standing before me in nothing but her crocheted shrug, looking like a fallen angel.

I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, her hair fanning out around her.

"On your back," I commanded, stripping off my own shirt. "Spread your legs. Let me see what belongs to me."

Dahyun obeyed instantly, her knees falling open. She was soaking wet, her thighs glistening with her arousal. She looked down at me, her chest heaving, a flush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.

"Look at this mess," I said, crawling onto the bed between her legs. I ran a finger up her slit, gathering her wetness. "Did the teasing make you this wet? Or was it thinking about me fucking you?"

"You," she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. "Always you, Manager-nim."

I didn't wait. I lowered my head and dived in. I licked her from her hole to her clit in one long, broad stroke. She tasted sweet and musky, like heaven.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed, her hands flying to my hair, holding me against her.

I ate her out like a starved man. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it rapidly with my tongue. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spongy spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, her voice rising in pitch with every thrust of my fingers. "Your tongue feels so good... don't stop... please don't stop..."

I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers. She was close.

"Not yet," I said, pulling away abruptly.

She let out a frustrated whine, her hips lifting off the bed, chasing my mouth. "No! Please! Manager-nim, let me cum!"

I climbed up her body, hovering over her. "I'm not done punishing you yet."

I shoved my sweatpants down, my cock springing free, thick and heavy. I stroked myself once, spreading the pre-cum over the tip.

"Open up," I ordered.

She opened her mouth, and I fed her my cock. She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

"Look at you," I groaned, watching her lips stretch around me. "Such a good girl for me."

She moaned around my shaft, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. She took me deeper, gagging slightly, but she didn't pull back. She wanted it messy.

After a few minutes, I pulled out, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be inside her.

I flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She arched her back, presenting her ass to me, looking back at me with those dark, hungry eyes.

"Please," she begged. "Fuck me, Manager-nim. Use me."

I grabbed her hips and lined myself up. I slammed into her in one thrust.

She screamed, her head dropping forward, her hands gripping the sheets. "Oh god! You're so big!"

"Take it," I gritted out, pulling out and slamming back in. "You wanted this all day. Take it all."

I set a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, loud and lewd. I watched her ass ripple with every thrust, mesmerizing by the sight.

"Harder!" she cried out. "Fuck me harder!"

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "You like that? You like being fucked like a dirty little idol?"

"Yes! I love it! I love your cock!"

I reached around with my free hand and found her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles as I pounded into her from behind.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Don't stop! I'm cumming!"

Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, pulsing rhythmically as she came. Her whole body shook, her arms giving out, collapsing her face down into the mattress.

I didn't stop. I rode her through her orgasm, drawing out every spasm. When she finally stopped trembling, I pulled out and flipped her over onto her back again.

She looked wrecked. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes were watery, her chest was heaving.

"Manager-nim..." she whispered, reaching for me.

I climbed between her legs, lifting her ankles onto my shoulders. I wanted to be deep. I wanted to own her.

I slid back inside her, missionary this time. This position was slower, more intimate. I looked down into her eyes as I moved.

"You're mine, Dahyun," I said softly, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off her face.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. "I'm yours," she whispered against my lips. "All yours."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, crossing her ankles behind my back, pulling me deeper. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. The frantic energy from earlier had settled into a heavy, burning heat.

She broke the kiss, throwing her head back. "You make me feel so full," she moaned. "No one else makes me feel like this."

I sped up, feeling my own release building. "Cum with me, baby. One more time."

"Touch me," she pleaded. "Make me cum again."

I reached down between us and pinched her clit.

"John!"

She exploded again, her walls fluttering around me, milking my cock. That was it.

"Fuck, Dahyun!"

I buried myself deep inside her and let go. I came hard, painting her insides with rope after rope of hot cum. It felt like it lasted forever, draining every ounce of energy from me.

I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her. We lay there, a tangle of sweaty limbs, gasping for air.

After a few minutes, I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms. She curled up against my chest, tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

"Manager-nim?" she whispered, her voice sleepy.

"Hmm?"

"I think I need a raise."

I laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think you just took it out in trade."

She giggled softly and drifted off.

***

The next morning, I woke up slowly, drifting from a deep, dreamless sleep into consciousness. I felt a weight on my chest, warm and comforting.

But it wasn't just the weight. It was the eyes.

I opened my own eyes to find Dahyun already awake. She was lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand, just staring at me. The morning light was filtering through the curtains, catching the gold flecks in her eyes. She wasn't smiling exactly, but there was a softness in her expression that made my heart stutter.

"Morning," I rasped, my voice thick with sleep.

"Morning, Oppa," she whispered back.

She reached out, her fingers gently tracing my jawline, then my lips, as if she was memorizing my face.

"You're staring," I said softly, catching her hand and kissing her fingertips.

"I know," she said. She didn't look away. "I was just thinking... about yesterday. About everything."

She leaned down and kissed me, a slow, sweet, morning kiss that tasted like mint and sleep.

"It's hasn't been a problem until now," she murmured against my lips, "but I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my hands away from you."

I smiled, running my hand down her bare back. "I don't think the rules require you to keep your hands away when it's your turn."

"No," she said, pulling back to look me in the eye. Her gaze was intense, filled with adoration and a lingering heat. "I mean even when it's *not* my turn. Watching you with the others... it’s hot, don't get me wrong. But yesterday... you were looking at me. You were only looking at me."

She tucked her head under my chin, snuggling closer. "I'm already counting down the days. Can't wait for the next time."

I held her tight, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine. "Me too, Dahyun," I whispered. "Me too."

Book 8: Chaeyoung's Turn

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