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Winter had insisted she come, promising it would be "fun," introducing her to Liz, Rei, and Mina. They'd been chatting, a comfortable bubble of familiarity in the chaos, but then, one by one, they'd vanished, pulled into the swirling mass of bodies, leaving Y/N alone.

Then, she saw them. Karina, a vision in a sleek, black dress, her laughter sharp and bright, cutting through the noise like a shard of glass. Her entourage, a pack of equally polished girls, trailed behind her, their eyes glittering with amusement. Y/N shrank back, hoping to become invisible.

"Well, well, well," Karina's voice, laced with a playful malice, echoed through the small space.

"If it isn't Winter's little bookworm. What are you doing hiding over here? Trying to decipher the meaning of life in a beer bottle?"

"Just... enjoying the music," Y/N mumbled, taking a nervous sip of her drink, not because of Karina’s presence, but because of socializing.

"Enjoying the music?" one of Karina's friends, a girl with bright pink hair, chimed in. "Or just trying to figure out how to invite people to your book club org?"

Karina's eyes, dark and knowing, narrowed. She leaned closer, the scent of her expensive perfume filling Y/N's nostrils.

"You know, Y/N," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "I've always wondered... what's it like to be so... innocent?" She emphasized the word, drawing it out, her eyes flicking to Y/N's outfit, a polo and a pair of pants, and then back to her flushed face.

"Still a virgin?" one of the friends asked, laughing.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

"Seriously," Karina continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're always so quiet, so... reserved. It's almost cute." She paused, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

"Almost, but pity you know no one wants to make out with you."

"Leave her alone, Karina," a voice cut through the tension. Winter, her brow furrowed, pushed her way through the crowd. "Y/N's my friend."

"Oh, come on, Winter," Karina scoffed, waving a manicured hand dismissively.

"We're just having a little chat. Aren't we, Y/N?" She turned back to Y/N, her eyes glittering with a predatory amusement.

"Or are you too busy cataloging the literary symbolism of spilled beer to participate in a real conversation?"

Y/N's fingers tightened around the neck of her beer bottle. The urge to shrink away, to disappear, was almost overwhelming. But something in Karina's taunting gaze, the way she seemed to relish Y/N's discomfort, sparked a flicker of defiance.

"A real conversation?" Y/N echoed, her voice surprisingly steady. "Is that what you call it? Because it sounds more like a poorly written character assassination."

A ripple of surprised laughter went through Karina's entourage. Karina's eyes narrowed, the amusement replaced by a flash of something sharper.

"Oh, so the bookworm has claws," she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm impressed. Though I suspect they're more like paper cuts."

"Maybe," Y/N replied, meeting Karina's gaze directly, "but paper cuts can be surprisingly painful, especially when you least expect them."

"And what exactly are you implying, Y/N?" Karina challenged, her voice low.

Before Y/N could respond, Winter stepped between them, placing a hand on Y/N's arm. "Karina, just drop it. Y/N's not in the mood for your games."

"Games?" Karina raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I'm simply trying to understand Y/N's... unique perspective. It's not every day you meet someone who prefers the company of fictional characters to real people." She gestured around the crowded room.

"Especially at a party like this."

"Maybe I prefer the company of characters who don't judge me for what I wear or who I choose to talk to," Y/N said, looking directly at Karina.

"Or who doesn't assume I'm a virgin just because I don't feel the need to broadcast my personal life."

A tense silence fell over the group. Karina's friends exchanged uneasy glances. Winter looked at Y/N with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Karina, however, simply smirked.

"Touché," she said, her voice dripping with a newfound respect. "But don't think this is over, bookworm. The night is still young." She turned to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Come on, girls. Let's find some real entertainment."

"You didn't?" Winter stared at Y/N, her mouth slightly agape, a mixture of disbelief and awe in her eyes. Y/N simply shook her head, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on her lips. "It's because of the alcohol," Y/N explained, gesturing vaguely with her beer bottle. "It loosened my tongue, I guess."

Winter's eyes widened further. "Loosened your tongue? You practically turned into a verbal ninja! I've never seen you stand up to Karina like that."

She paused, then added, a hint of concern in her voice, "Are you okay? You seem…different."

Y/N shrugged, taking another sip of her beer. "I'm fine. Just…tired of being underestimated, I suppose." She glanced around the room, the swirling mass of bodies and flashing lights suddenly seeming less intimidating.

"And maybe a little tired of being alone in corners."

"Well, you're definitely not alone now," Winter said, giving her a reassuring smile. "And if Karina tries anything else, I'll be right there."

"Thanks," Y/N said, a genuine warmth spreading through her. "But I think I can handle her now." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Besides, I have some new material for my next book club meeting. 'How to verbally disarm a mean girl with the power of literary references.' "

Winter burst out laughing. "That's perfect! You should totally do that." She paused, then her eyes lit up.

"Hey, you know what? Let's ditch this corner and actually enjoy the party. Liz, Rei, and Mina are probably still out there, somewhere…making out, as Karina so eloquently put it." She made a face, then grabbed Y/N's arm.

"Come on, let's find them. And maybe some better music."

As they navigated through the crowd, Y/N felt a sense of lightness she hadn't experienced in a long time. The alcohol, combined with the adrenaline of her confrontation with Karina, had given her a newfound confidence.

She found herself actually enjoying the energy of the party, the laughter and music no longer feeling like a threat, but rather a vibrant backdrop to her own newfound boldness.

Meanwhile,

"Look who it is," said the pink-haired girl from Karina's group, her eyes fixed on Y/N. "The bookworm's trying to blend in with the cool kids."

Another girl from the group, with dark, heavily lined eyes, snickered. "Yeah, like she even knows how to dance. She probably thinks a 'club mix' is a literary analysis of a social gathering."

Karina, who had been lingering nearby, turned her attention to the scene. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice carrying over the music. "It seems our little bookworm is trying to break out of her shell. How…adorable."

"Karina," the pink-haired girl continued, her voice rising with a hint of urgency. "She totally dissed you back there. In front of everyone. We can’t let her get away with that. She’s a loser.”

The dark-eyed girl added, "Yeah, she thinks she's so clever. We have to teach her a lesson. Show her who's really in charge. We should test if she's really a virgin."

Karina's smile widened, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. "You're right," she said, her voice low and smooth.

"We can't have our little bookworm thinking she can challenge the queen, can we?" She paused, her gaze locking onto Y/N, who was now laughing and dancing with Winter, a beer in her hand. "Let's give her a little…demonstration."

She turned to her friends. "I have an idea.” 

Karina never expected her plan for Y/N to backfire like this. She couldn't tell if it was good karma or bad.

"You know, Karina, I've been dying to teach you a lesson. You're such a bitch, acting like some kind of angel," Y/N said in a raspy voice, kissing Karina's neck. Her hand slid beneath Karina's dress, sending shivers down her spine.

"Don't tease me," Karina said, but Y/N just laughed, slowly unzipping Karina's dress and effortlessly unclasping her bra strap. Karina gasped as Y/N cupped her breast.

Y/N's touch was both gentle and demanding, her fingers tracing the curve of Karina's breast, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Karina's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.

She had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms, but now, she found herself at the mercy of Y/N's touch, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

How? Karina thought, a flicker of confusion mixing with the rising desire.

How does this…this bookworm know exactly what to do?

"You like that, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice a low growl against Karina's ear. "Do you like knowing someone else is in charge?"

Karina's eyes fluttered closed, a wave of heat washing over her. She couldn't deny the thrill, the forbidden pleasure of surrendering control. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

It shouldn't feel this good, a voice in her head whispered, especially not from her.

Y/N's lips trailed down Karina's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Karina's skirt, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip. Karina gasped, her body arching involuntarily. This isn't possible, Karina's mind raced, she’s too…experienced.

"You're so beautiful, Karina," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So powerful. But even queens have their weaknesses, don't they?"

With a swift, practiced movement, Y/N unhooked Karina's skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Karina stood before her, clad only in her lingerie, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Y/N's eyes raked over her, a predatory gleam in their depths.

Where did she learn this? Karina wondered, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and arousal.

This isn’t the awkward, innocent girl I thought she was.

"Now," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous promise, "let's see how far you're willing to go." Karina's mind was a chaotic mess.

The girl she’d always dismissed as a quiet, unassuming nerd was now commanding her attention, her body, with a confidence that both terrified and thrilled her. The contrast was jarring, and it made the encounter even more intoxicating.

Karina's breath hitched as Y/N's gaze lingered on her exposed skin. How can she look at me like that? she thought, a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her. Y/N's eyes, usually hidden behind a veil of quiet observation, now burned with an intensity that made Karina's knees weak.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing hum. "Relax, Karina. Let go."

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Tell me, Karina," she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "Are you still so sure I'm a virgin?"

Karina's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to deny it, to reclaim her power, but the words caught in her throat. The evidence was undeniable.

Y/N's touch, her confidence, her knowledge of Karina's body – it all spoke of experience, of a hidden depth that Karina had never suspected.

"I…I don't understand," Karina stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips trailing down Karina's neck, "you're not supposed to."

She nipped gently at Karina's skin, eliciting a soft moan. "Just feel, Karina," she murmured. "Just let go."

 Y/N's lips crashed down on hers, a hungry, demanding kiss that sent a wave of heat through Karina's body. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of desire and discovery. The kiss deepened, Y/N's tongue exploring the depths of Karina's mouth, eliciting a soft moan.

Karina's hands, initially hesitant, now gripped Y/N's shoulders, pulling her closer, desperate for more. The taste of Y/N, the feel of her skin against hers, the raw, undeniable power radiating from her – it was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating.

"You taste so good, Karina," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She moved lower, her lips tracing the curve of Karina's breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Karina's body trembled, her hands gripping the sheets, her nails digging into the soft fabric. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes. 

"Please, Y/N," Karina pleaded, her voice trembling as Y/N teased her clit with her fingers. Y/N couldn't help but tease Karina, enjoying the sight of the notorious mean girl begging for her touch.

"And what's the magic word, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement. Karina's cheeks flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and raw desire warring within her. She had never begged for anything in her life, let alone for pleasure.

But Y/N's touch, the way she expertly teased and tormented her, had stripped away her carefully constructed defenses, leaving her raw and exposed.

"Please," she whispered again, her voice thick with desperation. "Please, Y/N, I need this."

Y/N's lips curled into a playful smirk. "That's better," she murmured, her fingers continuing their tantalizing dance. "But you're still missing something."

Karina's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "What?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Say my name," Y/N whispered, her voice a low, seductive growl.

"Beg for me, Karina."

A wave of heat washed over Karina, her pride battling with the overwhelming need for release. She had always been the one in control, the one who demanded obedience. But now, she found herself on her knees, begging for the very thing she had always denied herself.

"Y…Y/N," she stammered, her voice trembling. "Please, Y/N, please…I need you."

Y/N's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in their depths. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice laced with a dark satisfaction.

"Now, let's see how much you really want it."

With a sudden, decisive movement, Y/N increased the pressure, her fingers moving with a practiced rhythm that sent a wave of pleasure crashing over Karina.

Karina cried out, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. The world around her dissolved, leaving only the sensation of Y/N's touch, the raw, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Karina's body shuddered, a series of tremors wracking her frame as she reached the peak of her climax. A strangled cry escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. She had never experienced anything so intense, so raw, so utterly consuming.

Y/N's fingers continued their rhythmic dance, milking every last drop of pleasure from Karina's trembling body. She watched, her eyes dark and knowing, as Karina's body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the aftershocks subsided, Karina lay limp, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her mind was a blank slate, her thoughts a jumbled mess of sensation and surprise. She had never imagined that she, the untouchable Karina, could be reduced to such a state of blissful surrender.

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Was that good, Karina?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur.

Karina could only nod, her voice lost somewhere in the haze of her pleasure. She turned her head, her eyes meeting Y/N's. A flicker of something akin to awe crossed her face.

"How…?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.

"Let's just say," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "I have a few hidden talents."

She paused, her gaze lingering on Karina's flushed face. "And," she added, her voice laced with a playful challenge, "I'm just getting started."

 A strange thought began to form in the back of Karina's mind. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a fleeting moment of weakness.

This…this was something else.

The way Y/N's touch had ignited her body, the way she had surrendered so completely, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

A dangerous, thrilling thought crept into her mind:

“Can't you even do this simple job right?" Yujin snapped, storming into their IVE dorm. Wonyoung followed close behind, her face etched with clear anger directed at their manager, Y/N.

"I... I didn't know there would be a problem," Y/N mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, clutching a crumpled schedule in her trembling hand. Yujin scoffed, ready to unleash another wave of criticism, but Gaeul, the eldest member, stepped between them, her gaze firm.

"Look, it wasn't Y/N's fault. Your stylist admitted it was her mistake, so why are you still targeting Y/N?" Gaeul asked, her voice laced with a weariness that spoke of countless similar confrontations. Yujin simply rolled her eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her features, and retreated to her room, slamming the door behind her.

"Gaeul unnie, what did Y/N feed you? Why are you always defending her?" Wonyoung asked, her tone laced with irritation, a petulant twist to her lips.

"Well, why do you and Yujin hate Y/N so much?" Gaeul retorted, her patience wearing thin.

"Don't you remember? She has a crush on both of us. It's so pathetic, unnie. Like, she wants a polyamorous relationship? Isn't that disgusting?" Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with disgust, a sneer curling her lip.

Y/N, who was in the kitchen, washing a lone coffee mug, bowed her head even lower, her shoulders shaking slightly. 

"There's nothing wrong with having a crush, Wonyoung. And Y/N knows her limits and boundaries. At least she's not like some of the other people who crush on you two, who are so pushy," Gaeul said, rubbing her temples, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Besides," she added, her voice softening slightly, "Y/N isn't just some person. She's our manager, the one who makes sure everything runs smoothly. We should be grateful."

"Grateful?" Wonyoung scoffed, but a flicker of unease crossed her face.

"She's disgusting." She paused, a strange, almost calculating glint in her eyes. "She thinks she can have both of us? Like we're some kind of prize?" She let out a small laugh.

"How pathetic."

After a few days, the meanness of the two towards Y/N escalated significantly.

It reached a point where Yujin would instruct their driver to leave even before Y/N could get into the vehicle, forcing her to commute or, on occasion, walk long distances.

The other IVE members felt powerless to intervene, knowing the Annyeongz's immense influence within their company. All they could do was offer quiet words of encouragement and try to lift their manager's spirits.

Y/N endured these daily humiliations with stoic silence, her shoulders slumped but her determination unwavering.

She'd arrive at the practice studio, her feet aching and her clothes slightly disheveled, but she'd immediately dive into her work, ensuring everything was prepared for the group.

She meticulously checked the stage plans, reviewed the choreography notes, and coordinated with the staff, all while ignoring the pointed glances and whispered insults from Wonyoung and Yujin.

One particularly harsh incident involved Yujin deliberately 'forgetting' to inform Y/N about a last-minute schedule change. Y/N arrived at the wrong location, only to receive a scathing phone call from Yujin, berating her for her 'incompetence.' Y/N bit back tears, apologizing profusely, while the other members watched with a mixture of anger and pity.

Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and Leeseo would often try to catch Y/N during her brief breaks, offering her warm drinks or sharing lighthearted stories to distract her from the constant mistreatment. They'd whisper words of appreciation for her hard work, reminding her that she was valued and respected.

Finally, a day off. Y/N decided to enjoy her hard-earned break at a quiet coffee shop near the Starship Entertainment building.

She was waiting for Gaeul, as they had plans to go shopping together after IVE's schedule finished. As she sipped her latte, something caught her eye.

A figure slipped through the building's secret door – a door known only to staff and used as a discrete entrance or shortcut for idols and actors wanting to avoid the crowds of waiting fans outside.

Must be an idol, Y/N thought, trying to dismiss the unease that settled over her.

However, the person's movements were too erratic, too hurried, to be that of a celebrity casually slipping in or out. There was an air of tension, a frantic energy that made Y/N’s instincts scream. The figure's posture was stiff, their head down, and they seemed to be constantly looking over their shoulder.

The way they moved felt... off.

A prickle of suspicion ran down her spine.

Why would an idol, familiar with the building, act so nervously?

Could it be a particularly shy trainee? Or something more sinister?

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She finished her coffee in one long gulp, the hot liquid burning her throat, but she barely noticed. An urgency filled her. She couldn’t ignore this. With a quick glance at her watch, she decided to follow the suspicious figure.

Meanwhile

"Do you two need anything from the store?" Rei asked, addressing Wonyoung and Yujin, who were sprawled on the sofa after a grueling dance practice for their "Attitude" comeback.

The two shook their heads, and Rei excused herself, wanting to avoid the afternoon rush at the nearby coffee shop.

"What if we reserve a restaurant for tonight?" Yujin suggested, turning to Wonyoung, who was engrossed in scrolling through Instagram. "For what?" Wonyoung asked, her eyes still glued to her phone.

"Celebration! We finished shooting the MV today, remember?" Yujin said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"When?" Wonyoung asked again, finally looking up.

"Tonight! Are you even listening?" Yujin retorted, a sigh escaping her lips. Wonyoung merely shrugged.

"Gaeul unnie won't be able to join," Wonyoung stated, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Yujin's brow furrowed before she scoffed.

"Don't tell me she's going to babysit that manager again?" Yujin rolled her eyes.

Actually, they used to get along well with Y/N. They were all close, until Wonyoung stumbled upon Y/N's journal left carelessly on the dorm's living room sofa.

Wonyoung knew it was wrong to snoop, but her curiosity got the better of her. That's when she discovered Y/N harbored a crush on both her and Yujin. From that moment on, they treated Y/N with utter disdain.

Their conversation was interrupted when the dance practice room door suddenly swung open. They'd assumed it was Rei returning. 

“You're back so quickly—wait, who are you?” Both of them straightened up abruptly as the hooded figure locked the door behind them, trapping all three inside. The suspicious person then removed their hood and mask, revealing a chillingly wide, unsettling smile.

'Finally, the three of us met. Nothing can stop us now,' they said in a creepy tone. Yujin instinctively pulled Wonyoung behind her, shielding her from the figure, when she noticed the blood staining the knife they were holding.

"Don't you remember me, Yujin? It's me, the one who gave you that ring," the sasaeng said, their eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity as they took slow, deliberate steps towards them.

The ring, a cheap, gaudy thing, had been shoved into Yujin's hand months ago during a fan signing, accompanied by whispered promises of eternal devotion.

"STAY AWAY!" Wonyoung screamed, her voice trembling, her hands instinctively reaching for Yujin's arm, pulling her closer.

"Darling, don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you," the sasaeng said, their voice a sickly sweet drawl.

"Is it this that's scaring you?" they asked, gesturing to the blood dripping from the knife, the crimson droplets staining the polished dance floor.

"Don't worry, I've removed all the obstacles between us," the sasaeng said, their voice chillingly calm, a smile stretching across their face that didn't reach their eyes.

A glint of madness flickered within them. Yujin's eyes widened in horror, a wave of dread washing over her. She feared for the safety of her other members,

"What did you do to my members?" Yujin demanded, her voice filled with a raw, panicked anger, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"Where are they?" She scanned the practice room, searching for any sign of escape, any weapon to use.

"They were in the way, they were going to ruin our plans," the sasaeng said, as if it was the most normal thing to say, their eyes fixated on Wonyoung.

Both of them let out a terrified shriek as the sasaeng lunged forward, a blur of motion, trapping Wonyoung in their arms.

"Yujin!" Wonyoung cried out, her voice a strangled whisper, tears welling in her eyes. The cold steel of the knife pressed against her temple.

"Let her go! We'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt us!" Yujin begged, her voice thick with fear, her hands trembling as she reached out, then retracted them, not daring to provoke the sasaeng further.

The normally strong, charismatic, and cold leader was now reduced to pleading, her composure shattered, her eyes reflecting the terror that clawed at her throat.

'Anything?' the sasaeng asked, their voice dripping with a dark, almost demonic glee, a twisted smile spreading across their face.

It was as if they were experiencing a perverse version of heaven, their idol kneeling before them, begging for mercy.

Yujin nodded frantically, her eyes wide with terror, her breath catching in her throat. She recoiled in disgust as she saw the sasaeng lick Wonyoung's cheek, a possessive, sickening gesture, their tongue tracing a wet path across her skin.

'Strip.'

Yujin's mouth fell open in disbelief, her eyes widening further. 'What?'

The word was barely a whisper, a desperate attempt to grasp the impossible.

'You heard me, love. Or else?' the sasaeng teased, their voice a low, menacing purr, pressing the knife closer to Wonyoung's throat.

A thin red line appeared on her delicate skin, a crimson bead of blood welling up.

The sasaeng's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, a horrifying mix of obsession and malice. They wanted to humiliate them, to break them, to own them completely.

Yujin, left with no choice, began to remove her jacket, revealing the sports bra she wore underneath. She was about to take off more when the dance practice room door suddenly shuddered with a violent impact.

"WONYOUNG? YUJIN?"

It was their manager, Y/N's voice, laced with raw concern and urgency.

"HELP!"Wonyoung screamed, her voice hoarse and broken, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the sasaeng's suffocating grip.

"Whoever you are, don't even think about opening that door if you want to live!" the sasaeng threatened, their voice a low, menacing growl, vibrating with a chilling intensity.

But Y/N didn't waver. She continued to ram against the door, her determination fueled by a primal fear for her idols, a protective instinct surging within her.

With a final, desperate heave, the door splintered open, hinges groaning. Y/N's eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for the sasaeng. The figure, having anticipated the intrusion, was hidden behind the partially open door, and immediately launched a vicious kick at Y/N, catching her off guard.

Y/N stumbled back, the force of the blow sending a jolt of searing pain through her ribs, winded and disoriented. But she didn't fall. The sasaeng, their eyes wild with a terrifying fury, lunged again, the knife flashing in the dim light, a deadly gleam.

Y/N ducked under the swing, adrenaline coursing through her veins, sharpening her senses. She grabbed the large, portable speaker resting on the shelf, and with a guttural cry, swung it, connecting with the sasaeng's arm, the impact a sickening thud, causing them to drop the knife.

A desperate struggle ensued, a chaotic flurry of kicks, punches, and desperate grapples, the sounds of their struggle echoing off the mirrored walls. The sasaeng, fueled by a terrifying obsession, fought with a feral intensity, their movements unpredictable and vicious.

Suddenly, the sasaeng, with a desperate lunge, managed to retrieve the knife, and with a vicious thrust, plunged it into Y/N's side, the blade sinking deep. A searing pain ripped through her, a blinding white-hot agony, but Y/N, driven by a surge of adrenaline and a fierce determination to protect Wonyoung and Yujin, ignored the agony, her vision narrowing.

She landed a powerful, desperate blow to the sasaeng’s temple with the speaker, the impact resounding through the room, then another, and another, until the sasaeng crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Y/N leaned heavily against the mirrored wall, her hand clutched tightly to her side, where the knife was still lodged deep.

"Oh my God, Y/N manager!" Liz screamed, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the chaotic scene of the dance practice room, the scattered furniture, and the blood splattered across the floor.

"Don't let Leeseo see this," Y/N gasped, her voice strained and weak, her words barely audible. She didn't want the maknae to be traumatized.

Gaeul, followed by Liz and a trembling Leeseo, rushed into the room, her breath ragged. She instinctively moved to approach Y/N, but Y/N shook her head weakly.

"I'm fine, Gaeul," she managed, her eyes fluttering. "Just... make sure they're safe," she pleaded, her voice growing fainter as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

'Safe,' she whispered, her last words a reassurance to the idols she had just protected, before her consciousness slipped away, and she slumped against the mirror, unconscious.

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled Y/N’s nostrils as she slowly regained consciousness.

A dull ache throbbed in her side, a constant reminder of the attack.

She opened her eyes, finding herself in a hospital room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the pale walls.

Gaeul sat beside her, her eyes red and swollen, but a relieved smile spread across her face as she saw Y/N stir.

"You're awake," Gaeul whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You gave us all a scare."

"Wonyoung... Yujin..." Y/N rasped, her voice hoarse. "Are they alright?"

"They're fine," Gaeul reassured her, patting her hand gently. "They're shaken, of course, but physically unharmed. You saved them, Y/N. You were incredibly brave."

A wave of exhaustion washed over Y/N, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. "The sasaeng..."

"They're in custody," Gaeul said, her voice hardening slightly. "They won't be bothering anyone again."

Y/N spent several days in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. She was also granted a much-needed vacation, which she readily accepted. Upon returning from her vacation, she found herself right in the middle of IVE's comeback promotions.

She threw herself into her work with renewed vigor, so focused that she failed to notice the subtle, yet significant, changes in Wonyoung and Yujin's behavior.

The two, once sources of constant criticism and disdain, had suddenly become remarkably kind.

They stopped their mean-spirited remarks, and even reached out to Y/N on her days off, initiating casual conversations via chat.

It was as if they felt indebted to her, a debt born from the sacrifice she made to protect them.

Y/N, however, brushed it off as a natural consequence of the traumatic incident, and, more importantly, her duty as their manager.

"Y/N!" Liz's sudden shout in her ear startled Y/N, snapping her out of her reverie. "Yah! Don't do that!" she scolded Liz, who merely responded with a playful face.

"You were spacing out too much. What were you thinking about?" Liz asked, as the makeup artist began applying her makeup.

"You're asking the wrong question, Liz. You should be asking who?" Rei teased, leaning casually against Yujin's shoulder, who was scrolling through her phone, her expression unreadable.

Just then, Wonyoung entered the waiting room. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room.

"Did you know that someone told me Y/N has a date later?" Liz continued, her tone laced with playful mischief.

"With whom?" Yujin asked, her voice a touch sharper than usual, causing everyone to look at her. There was an unfamiliar edge to her tone, a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

"With Karina," Rei replied, watching Yujin closely. The atmosphere in the waiting room had shifted perceptibly, a subtle tension replacing the lighthearted banter.

"Nice," Yujin said, but her voice held a strange undercurrent, a hint of something that was definitely not "nice."

A coldness settled on her features, and her eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle shift that went unnoticed by Liz, but was keenly felt by Rei, and created a sense of unease in Y/N.

A dangerous stillness settled over Yujin, like a predator about to pounce, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a simmering intensity. Wonyoung, who had been quietly observing, now fixed her gaze on Y/N, her eyes holding a strange, almost pleading quality, as if she was silently imploring her to deny the rumor.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills playing out in the confined space of the waiting room. Y/N felt a sense of dread, a feeling that something was about to unravel, that the fragile peace she had been clinging to was about to shatter.

.

.

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"Hey, I really enjoyed our date," Karina said, a bright smile lighting up her face as Y/N walked her to the entrance of her dorm.

They had just returned from a delightful evening, starting with a fancy restaurant dinner and culminating in a visit to Karina's favorite amusement park, where she had laughed and screamed with pure joy. Before Karina slipped through the door, she leaned in quickly and pecked Y/N's lips, a swift, playful gesture.

"Thanks again!" she chirped, a blush coloring her cheeks, before disappearing inside.

Y/N, a wide grin spreading across her face, couldn't help but do a little celebratory dance on the sidewalk.

She twirled, her laughter echoing in the quiet night air, before finally heading towards her car, her heart light and happy.

As she reached for the car door handle, a sudden, sharp prick in the back of her neck startled her. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision began to blur.

She tried to turn, to see who was behind her, but her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.

A strange, metallic taste filled her mouth, and the world began to spin.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the ground, her consciousness fading into darkness.

Y/N POV

I instinctively reached for my neck, feeling the lingering numbness. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, piecing together the events that led to my current predicament.

The sharp prick, the sudden dizziness, the darkness that consumed me – it all came rushing back. I had been ambushed, injected with something, and then… this.

I struggled against the restraints, my wrists chafing against the cold metal of the handcuffs binding me to the headboard, but it was futile. The more I struggled, the more the pain intensified.

"No matter what you do, you won't be able to escape."

I snapped my gaze towards the door, where Yujin leaned against the frame, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.

"Yujin, can you please remove these handcuffs? My wrists are hurting," I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Her smile widened, a chillingly predatory expression.

"Is this what you need?" she asked, dangling a set of keys in front of me. I nodded eagerly, thinking she was finally going to release me. But then, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the keys out into the hallway, the metallic clink echoing through the room.

"What?" I asked, my voice laced with panic.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so naive," Yujin purred, as she began to walk closer. "Did you really think I would let you go so easily? After everything you've done for us?" Her eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity.

"You saved us, Y/N, you risked everything. And now... now, it's our turn to repay you." She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"We're going to take care of you, Y/N. We're going to protect you, keep you safe. Always." Her voice dropped to a whisper, a chilling promise.

"You belong to us now." Her eyes began to darken, and there was nothing but pure obsession in them.

"That's not a funny joke, Yujin. And I'm serious, please remove these handcuffs. You have a schedule tomorrow, so let's stop this game," I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered slightly.

I was startled when she gripped my jaw tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.

"Do you still think this is a game?" she hissed, her voice laced with a raw anger that sent a chill down my spine.

"Chill, Yujin unnie, don't hurt Y/N," Wonyoung said, her voice surprisingly calm, as she entered the room carrying a glass of water. She slowly approached and sat beside me on the bed.

"It's true, what Yujin unnie said. You're ours now. I know we were incredibly mean to you, called you disgusting because you wanted a polyamorous relationship, but I think this is for the best. We're going to have a happy relationship," Wonyoung said, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity, before she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"It tastes like strawberry," she murmured, her voice almost childlike, before deepening the kiss. I struggled against her hold, my breath catching in my throat, which only made the two of them laugh.

"Drink this," Wonyoung offered, holding out the glass of water, but I just stared at it, my suspicion growing.

"We didn't put anything in it, unless you want to dehydrate," Wonyoung said, feigning a pout, as she pretended to pull the glass away. I quickly shook my head, my throat already feeling parched.

"Good girl," she said, a strange mix of sweetness and menace in her voice, as she watched me drink.

I nearly choked when I felt Yujin's hand slip beneath my shirt, her touch sending a jolt of fear through me. Her fingers began to trace patterns on my skin, each touch a possessive caress that made my skin crawl.

"We are going to take such good care of you, Y/N," Yujin whispered into my ear, as Wonyoung began to stroke my hair.

"Hnnng, stop," I groaned as Wonyoung nipped at my upper lip, her teeth grazing my skin, a playful yet painful bite that sent a jolt of fear through me. Meanwhile, Yujin's nails dug into my abs, a clear sign of her barely contained rage, leaving crescent-shaped marks that burned against my skin.

"Ours," Yujin hissed possessively, her voice a low growl, her breath hot against my stomach as she trailed kisses down my torso. Her lips lingered on every inch of my skin, marking me as her own, each kiss a brand, a claim.

Wonyoung's free hand snaked around my wrist, her grip tightening until I could feel the sharp edges of my bones. She held my gaze, her eyes dark and intense, a strange mix of adoration and possessiveness swirling within them.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," she whispered, her voice a soft, almost reverent murmur, even as her teeth grazed my skin again, leaving a trail of fire. "Only ours."

Yujin's kisses grew more insistent, more demanding, her lips pressing harder against my skin, as if trying to imprint herself onto me. Her hands moved restlessly, exploring every curve and contour of my body, claiming ownership with every touch. The air crackled with a suffocating tension, a sense of impending doom that made my heart pound against my ribs.

I heard Yujin unbuckling my belt, the sound a stark reminder of my helplessness. "Don't, Yujin, please don't," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes, but she continued, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

"Shh, I know we will take care of you. We accept you, too," she murmured, her voice soft and comforting, a stark contrast to her actions. I felt Wonyoung guide my hand to her breast, her skin warm and soft beneath my touch. "Shh, trust us," she whispered, her voice laced with a possessive tenderness.

A wave of heat washed over me, a confusing mix of fear and arousal. "Hot," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

Yujin's hand slid down, her fingers tracing the curve of my hip, then lower, towards the juncture of my thighs. She paused, her touch feather-light, before parting my legs.

Her fingers brushed against the sensitive nub of my cock, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "So beautiful," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Wonyoung leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

"You're ours now, Y/N. All ours," she whispered, her voice a low, possessive growl. She moved her hand down, her fingers intertwining with Yujin's, their touch a hot, demanding caress. They began to stroke me together, their movements synchronized, building a delicious tension that made me gasp.

"Please," I whimpered, my body arching against their touch, a desperate plea for release. Yujin's lips found mine, her kiss deep and demanding, a silent claim of ownership. As her tongue explored the depths of my mouth, Wonyoung, with a swift, fluid motion, removed her own panties.

A thrill shot through me as she shifted, positioning herself above me, the soft fabric whispering against my skin. The warmth of her skin against mine sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a delicious friction that made me arch beneath her. Then, with a slow, deliberate descent, she sat down on my cock, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. A gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the dimly lit room.

Wonyoung's eyes, dark and dilated, locked onto mine, a possessive gleam in their depths. "Say it, Y/N. Say it: you're ours," she whispered, her voice a low, husky murmur, as she began to move, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through me.

Yujin's hands moved to my hips, guiding Wonyoung's movements, her touch both gentle and firm, urging me to surrender to the sensations that were building within me.

The room spun, the world narrowing to the feel of Wonyoung's body moving against mine, the sound of her soft moans mingling with my own ragged breaths. Yujin's kisses grew more insistent, her fingers digging into my hips, urging Wonyoung faster.

"Yes," I moaned, my voice a desperate plea, as the pleasure built, a tidal wave threatening to consume me.

"What yes?" Yujin whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr, as Wonyoung suddenly slowed her movements, the abrupt change sending a sharp pang of frustration through me. The sudden halt felt agonizing, especially as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release.

"I'm yours, please let me come," I begged, my voice thick with desperation, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"Not yet," Yujin whispered, her voice laced with a cruel amusement, as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.

"We want to hear you say it properly." She paused, her breath hot against my skin.

"Say we own you, Y/N. Say you belong to us." The demand hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, a twisted declaration of ownership. Wonyoung began to move again, but slower, each movement a deliberate tease, a slow burn that threatened to drive me mad.

"Say it," Wonyoung whispered, her eyes filled with a dark, hungry intensity, her gaze fixed on mine, demanding submission.

"You... you own me," I gasped, the words torn from my throat, a reluctant admission of their control.

"I belong to you." The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but they seemed to satisfy them.

A predatory gleam flickered in their eyes, a dark satisfaction.

"Good girl," Yujin purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. Wonyoung's movements grew faster, more urgent, the pleasure building once more, a tidal wave about to crash. "Now," Wonyoung whispered, her voice thick with desire, "We can come together."

They both began to move faster, their rhythm building to a frenzied pace, until finally, I was able to release the pent-up tension, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

As the aftershocks subsided, a strange calm settled over the room.

Wonyoung collapsed against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, while Yujin continued to shower me with soft, possessive kisses.

They held me close, their bodies intertwined with mine, a silent declaration of their ownership. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else, something darker, something possessive. A chilling thought crept into my mind:

I was no longer their manager.

The atmosphere in Gaeul's house buzzed with the leftover energy of a late-night hangout. Empty pizza boxes and scattered playing cards littered the floor, a familiar scene of university life. Laughter and hushed whispers filled the room.

Y/N, as always, was the quiet one.

Tucked away in a corner, they were absorbed in a textbook, the soft glow of a reading lamp illuminating their focused face. Rei, their younger sibling, tried to balance being part of the group with keeping an eye on Y/N.

"You never back down, right, Wonyoung?" Karina asked, her eyes fixed on Wonyoung, who was sipping soju. Gaeul, beside them, was trying to stop Yujin from drinking too much.

"Yes, why?" Wonyoung replied, a hint of challenge in their voice.

"I dare you," Karina said, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "I dare you and Gaeul to kiss Y/N."

A wave of surprised whispers moved through the room. Rei's eyes widened, a flicker of unease crossing their face. They knew Wonyoung and Gaeul's history with Y/N – the constant teasing, the snide remarks.

This felt wrong, deeply wrong.

Wonyoung and Gaeul exchanged a look. At first, they hesitated.

Y/N was always so distant, so focused on their studies. But the dare, the thrill of the moment, and a strange, new feeling pushed them forward.

"Fine," Wonyoung said, a confident smirk returning. They stood up, a silent agreement passing between them.

They walked towards Y/N, their footsteps quiet on the scattered cushions. Y/N, unaware of what was happening, was still deep in their book.

"Y/N," Wonyoung said, their voice unusually soft, almost a whisper. Y/N looked up, a slight frown of annoyance on their face. "Yes?"

Before Y/N could react, Wonyoung leaned in. Before Y/N could speak, Gaeul also leaned in, their lips touching Y/N's in a quick, synchronized kiss.

Y/N recoiled, their eyes wide with shock. A blush, rare for them, colored their cheeks. The room fell silent, the lively atmosphere replaced by a heavy, awkward tension.

But Wonyoung and Gaeul weren't looking at Y/N's reaction.

They were staring at each other.

A strange, almost unsettling look passed between them.

It wasn't the triumphant smile they expected.

It was something deeper, more intense, almost like a sudden, shared understanding.

A wave of dizziness washed over them. The simple act of kissing Y/N had sparked something inside them, a growing curiosity that quickly turned into a possessive feeling. The memory of Y/N's lips, the soft scent of their hair, the shocked look in their eyes – it was all repeating in their minds.

From that moment on, their world changed. The dare had become a turning point, a spark that ignited a burning desire. They no longer saw Y/N as just someone to tease. They saw them as someone precious, someone they needed to protect, to keep for themselves. The air in the room felt thick, the laughter of their friends fading into the background. Only Y/N mattered, a single point of focus.

Wonyoung's fingers twitched, an almost unconscious urge to touch Y/N's arm, to make sure they were real.

Gaeul's gaze, usually sharp and cynical, softened into something almost predatory, a silent promise of future possession. They noticed the slight tremble in Y/N's hands, the way they held their book tightly, and a dark satisfaction grew in their chest. They had seen a weakness, a vulnerability they could use.

Rei, watching from the side, felt a cold fear creep up their spine. The expressions on Wonyoung and Gaeul's faces were wrong, deeply wrong. It was like they had changed into someone else. The playful energy of the room had been replaced by something heavy, something suffocating. They knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was the start of something dangerous, something that couldn't be undone.

Days drifted by,

and the strange push-and-pull with Wonyoung and Gaeul continued. They were still the same sharp-tongued bullies, their insults a constant, familiar sting. But then, out of nowhere, they'd switch gears.

A carefully packed lunch would appear in Y/N's hands in the quiet library, a gentle 'You need to eat' whispered in her ear. Or, during a tough math problem, they'd lean in close, their voices soft, their fingers tracing lines on her notebook, a touch that lingered just a little too long. It was like living with a confusing weather pattern, sunny one moment, stormy the next.

The real kicker? The moment anyone else showed up, they'd freeze.

Suddenly, Y/N was a stranger again, someone to be ignored. This whiplash was exhausting. It was like walking on eggshells, never knowing which version of them she'd get. And little things started to creep in – a book moved slightly on her desk, a stray pen in her bag, a feeling of being watched even when she was alone.

Then, Minju came along. He was like a breath of fresh air, with his easy smile and quick jokes. Y/N found herself actually laughing, a rare treat these days. But Wonyoung and Gaeul saw it all. They saw the way Minju's hand brushed Y/N's arm, the way her cheeks flushed when he smiled. And they didn't like it one bit.

Wonyoung's grip tightened on a textbook, the pages crinkling. 'Look at them,' she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

'He thinks he can make her smile like that.' Her eyes narrowed, already plotting ways to dim Minju's charm.

Gaeul's expression turned hard. 'He's getting too comfortable,' she murmured, her eyes fixed on Minju's hand.

'He thinks he can just… touch her. Like he has the right.' She noticed the way Minju's eyes lingered on Y/N's hair, a seemingly innocent glance that sparked a cold fury.

'He looks at her like she's a prize to be won.'

A silent understanding passed between them. Y/N was theirs. And anyone who dared to get too close would pay the price.

Minju's friendly smiles?

They were a threat.

They would make sure he understood the rules: Y/N belonged to them, and them alone.

They wanted to build a wall around her, a world where only they existed, where every smile, every glance, every thought was for them.

Liz called to Rei, who was playing a video game. Her fingers were moving super fast.

'Rei.'

'Yeah?'

Rei said, her eyes still on the screen. "Are Minju and your sister going out?"

Rei stopped playing. She looked up. All her friends were looking at her. But Gaeul and Wonyoung were on their phones. Rei knew they were still listening.

Rei shrugged. "I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. It's her business."

"Come on, Rei," Liz said. "You're her sister. You have to know."

"I don't," Rei said. She didn't want to say anything.

The room felt weird. Rei looked at Gaeul and Wonyoung. They were still on their phones.

A memory flashed through Rei's mind. It was right after the party, the night of the dare.

She had cornered Wonyoung and Gaeul, her voice shaking with anger. "Leave Y/N alone!" she had pleaded. "It was just a stupid kiss. Don't mess with her."

Wonyoung and Gaeul had just laughed, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Or what, Rei?" Wonyoung sneered. "What are you going to do?"

Gaeul had stepped closer, their voice a low threat. "You wouldn't want to get on our bad side, Rei. You know what happens to people who cross us."

Rei had felt a shiver of fear. She knew they weren't kidding. They could make life hell for anyone who got in their way.

"They're together a lot," one friend said, snapping Rei back to the present. "I saw them in the library. Minju gave her a flower."

Rei felt a knot of fear tighten in her stomach. She knew Gaeul and Wonyoung would get mad. Really mad. She was scared for her sister. She wanted to tell her to be careful, but she didn't know how. She was trapped.

Suddenly

Gaeul announced, 'Wonyoung and I need to go to the library,' and stood up.

Rei hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Should she follow them? Plead with them again? The thought made her stomach churn, but the fear for her sister outweighed her own discomfort.

'Whatever,' she muttered to herself, a desperate resolve settling in her eyes. Just as the elevator doors were about to slide shut, she slipped through, catching them at the last second. The two of them smiled at her, a chillingly sweet, almost predatory smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

Rei's fingers trembled as she pressed the emergency stop button, halting the elevator with a sudden, jarring jolt. The doors remained open, the silence now heavy and charged.

'One last time, please stop messing with my sister,' Rei pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

'Just leave her alone.' She felt Wonyoung pat her head, a condescending gesture that made her blood boil.

''Well, blame Karina. If it weren't for her dare, maybe we would have left Y/N alone,'' Wonyoung said, their voice laced with a cold amusement. ''Besides, we're not 'messing' with her. We're taking care of her.'' Gaeul's eyes flashed with a dark intensity. ''She's ours, Rei. And we'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe... from everyone else.''

Meanwhile,

Y/N's other friends, including Minju, were deep in study mode inside the library, prepping for their finals. Major exams loomed, and they were determined to score at least a 1.5, a collective goal that buzzed with nervous energy.

''So, I was thinking we could start by reviewing the key concepts from the last chapter,'' Minju suggested, laying out his neatly organized notes on the table, his pen clicking rhythmically against the paper. The soft hum of the library, usually a comforting backdrop, now felt charged with the urgency of their impending tests.

Y/N nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. It was a brief escape, a moment of normalcy amidst the constant unease. She finally felt like she could focus on something other than the unnerving attention of Wonyoung and Gaeul, the feeling of being watched, the subtle manipulations.

She could almost pretend, for a moment, that she was just a regular student, surrounded by friends, studying for exams.

But just as they were about to dive into the material, the air in the quiet corner of the library shifted, as if a cold draft had swept through. Wonyoung and Gaeul appeared, their presence immediately casting a long, dark shadow over the group's study session.

The friendly atmosphere instantly turned tense, like a sudden drop in temperature, a silent alarm bell ringing in Y/N's ears.

The easygoing chatter died down, replaced by an awkward silence, the rustling of papers and the soft clicking of pens suddenly amplified. Y/N felt a familiar knot of dread tighten in her stomach, a sense of being trapped. It was like they could smell her, like they always knew where she was, their presence a constant, suffocating weight."

''Hey, guys,'' Minju said, trying to break the tension, a forced smile on his face. ''We were just about to go over the theorems for the physics exam. You're welcome to join, if you want.''

Wonyoung's smile was thin, almost predatory. ''Oh, we wouldn't want to intrude,'' she said, her eyes flicking to Y/N. ''We just wanted to make sure Y/N was getting the help she needed.''

''Yeah,'' Gaeul added, their voice are low and smooth, ''We know how much she struggles with physics.''

Y/N's cheeks flushed. ''I'm doing fine,'' she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

''Are you sure?'' Wonyoung pressed, leaning closer, her breath ghosting across Y/N's ear.

''Because we could always go over some extra problems, just the three of us. You know, to make sure you really understand.''

''We were actually about to start on the practice problems,'' one of Y/N's friends, Soobin, said, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. ''Minju has some really good ones.''

Gaeul's gaze turned sharp. ''Oh, we're sure Minju's practice problems are...adequate,''they said, their tone dripping with sarcasm.

' 'But we have access to the professor's old exams. Those would probably be more helpful, don't you think, Y/N?''

Y/N felt trapped, caught between her friends and the suffocating presence of Wonyoung and Gaeul. ''I...I guess so,'' she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Minju's face fell slightly, but he tried to play it off. ''Well, maybe we can all work together,'' he suggested.

''The more, the merrier, right?''

Wonyoung and Gaeul exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them. ''Actually,'' Wonyoung said, her voice laced with a saccharine sweetness,

''we think Y/N might work better in a smaller group. We wouldn't want her to get overwhelmed, would we?'' They then both looked directly at Y/N’s friends.

''Yeah, and we already know what Y/N is having the most trouble with, so we can focus on those areas,'' Gaeul said, and then placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, her fingers digging in just a little, a silent warning.

''We wouldn't want her wasting her time on things she already knows.''

''But we were all going to work on it together, it's a study group,''Soobin said, his frustration growing.

''Yes, but we feel Y/N learns better with more personalized attention,'' Wonyoung said, her voice turning cold. ''We wouldn't want her to fall behind, would we?''

Y/N’s other friend, Jihyo, looked between Wonyoung and Gaeul, and then at Y/N. She could see the fear in Y/N’s eyes. ''It’s alright,'' Jihyo said, standing up. ''We can study another time. We don’t want to cause any trouble.''

Minju looked like he wanted to argue, but the look on Y/N’s face told him to stop. He knew that if he pushed it, things would get worse for her.

He sighed, and then began to pack up his notes. ''We’ll see you in class, Y/N,'' he said, his voice flat.

He then looked at Wonyoung and Gaeul, his eyes full of anger, before he turned and left, followed by the rest of the group.

As soon as they were gone, Wonyoung and Gaeul smiled at Y/N, their smiles too wide, too bright. ''See?'' Wonyoung said, her voice soft.

'We’re just looking out for you.'

They pulled out the old exams, spreading them across the table. 'Now, let's get to work.'

They began to tutor Y/N, their voices a low murmur, their bodies close. They pointed out key concepts, explained complex theorems, their fingers tracing diagrams on the exam papers. Y/N tried to focus, but the intensity of their attention made it difficult to concentrate.

'You're doing well,' Gaeul whispered, their breath warm against Y/N's ear. 'Just a few more problems.'

When Y/N finished the last question, Wonyoung and Gaeul exchanged a look.

'Perfect,' Wonyoung said, a predatory gleam in their eyes.

'You deserve a reward.'

They leaned in, their lips pressing against Y/N's in a soft, lingering kiss. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome thrill. When they pulled away, Wonyoung's eyes were dark and intense.

'You're so smart, Y/N,' Wonyoung murmured, their voice husky. 'And so fucking beautiful.'

Before Y/N could react, Wonyoung straddled her, pinning her to the chair. Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise and fear. Gaeul watched, a satisfied smirk playing on their lips.

'Guys...' Y/N stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

'Shhh,' Wonyoung said, their fingers tracing the line of Y/N's jaw. 'We're just going to have a little fun.'

Wonyoung leaned in, their lips brushing against Y/N's neck, sending shivers down her spine. 'You're ours, Y/N,' they whispered, their voice laced with a possessive hunger.