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The clock struck past three in the morning, and Jiyong was staying late at the recording studio, he was completely stressed, anxiously running a hand through his hair trying to finish a song that just wasn’t coming together.

Suddenly, the heavy studio door had clicked open.

He turned around, expecting one of his bandmates but instead, you walked in. You were wearing nothing but one of his oversized black hoodies and a pair of killer high heels. You leaned back against the doorframe, a playful smirk on your plump lips.

"Feeling frustrated, big boy?" you asked, your voice dropping into a low, smoky purr.

Jiyong’s brain had entirely short-circuited. His eyes trailed slowly down your legs, his dick twitched against his jeans at the sight of your almost naked body. Completely flustered, he stumbled his words "Uh... Y/n? What—what are you doing here?"

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you crossed the room with a slow, hypnotic, sexy walk, the click of your heels echoing against the studio floor. You stepped right into his space, forcing him to look up, and leaned down close. You gently took his chin between your fingers, forcing him to meet your gaze, your eyes dark with desire.

"I'm here for you," you whispered.

Before he could even process the words, you reached down, your hands firmly spreading his legs apart to step directly between them. Then, without breaking eye contact, you pulled the sweatshirt completely up and over your head, tossing it aside and leaving yourself entirely bare in front of him.

Jiyong’s words caught completely in his throat as his eyes slowly trailed down your bare body standing right in front of him.

The dim light of the studio cast soft shadows over every curve of your skin, turning the scene into a breathtaking vision. His gaze swept from the delicate plump of your breast to the narrow curve of your waist, finally landing on the long, elegant line of your legs elevated by the high heels.

You reached down, your fingers deftly finding the buckle of his belt and loosening it with a slow movement. You leaned in closer, the warmth of your bare skin brushing against his clothes as you looked up at him, your voice dropping into a breathless, teasing whisper.

"What's wrong, Oppa?" you asked, your eyes holding his completely captive. "Don't you want me?"

A low ragged groan escaped his chest and his trembling hands reached out instinctively, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist to pull you firmly against him.

"You have no idea..." he muttered.

You dropped down onto your knees right between his parted legs. Your fingers moved quickly, sliding his pants down over his hips and making his erect dick spring to life.

Jiyong gripped the armrests of his chair, his head snapping back to look toward the glass of the heavy studio door. "Wait..." he choked out, his voice cracking as his chest rose and fell in frantic breaths. "Y/n, What if Seunghyun walks in? What if he sees us?"

You tilted your head back, looking up at him from the floor through the thick curtain of your hair. You batted your eyelashes teasingly, completely unbothered by his panic and whispered, ''Then let him watch''

Jiyong’s knuckles turned white against the chair as your lips wrapped around his cock. The constant threat of his bandmate interrupting, and the absolute beauty of you on your knees in front of him—made his mind completely fracture.

Instinctually his hands reach out to and tangle in your hair, gripping it as he guides your mouth. Jiyong leans his head back agains't the chair, moaning out your name. ''Mmm, Fuck y/n''

As the dream began to fade, Jiyong’s head rolled to the side against the pillow, a low, ragged moan escaping his throat into the quiet darkness of the room. Your name tumbled from his lips, a breathless, desperate sound echoing the climax of the fantasy that had completely consumed his mind.

Then, his eyes snapped wide open.

Jiyong shot upright in bed, his heart hammering violently. His chest heaving up and down as he stared blindly into the pitch-black bedroom while the steamy dream dissolved around him. He was drenched in a thick pool of sweat as he tried to stabilize his ragged breathing.

While the initial shock of waking up began to subside, a cold realization started to set in. He felt an unmistakable, uncomfortable wetness clinging to his boxers.

With a trembling hand, Jiyong reached down and yanked the heavy blankets back. Even in the dim light filtering through the window blinds, he could see the dark, damp patch staining the fabric of his boxers.

He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back, running a shaky, sweaty hand through his messy hair. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, his voice rough and cracked with sleep.

The sheer embarrassment and overwhelming guilt hit him like a physical blow, his own subconscious had just betrayed him in the most undeniable way possible.

Dragging himself out of bed, he walked into the master bathroom. He stripped off the soiled boxers and kicked them into the corner of the floor, wanting them out of his sight. Turning on the faucet, he cupped his hands under the running tap and aggressively splashed freezing cold water over his face, desperately trying to wash away the lingering heat of the dream.

Leaning his hands against the edge of the marble sink, Jiyong let the water drip from his jaw. He slowly lifted his head, locking eyes with his own pale, exhausted reflection in the mirror, and whispered in utter disbelief, "What the fuck..."

The sliding door of Jiyong’s penthouse apartment was already closed behind them. Out on the balcony, the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain. High above the city, Seoul looked like a sprawling sea of lights

They had been standing outside in the dark, smoking in comfortable silence.

Seunghyun rested his forearms against the cold stone railing. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a silver lighter, and sparked another cigarette. The flame briefly illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw before fading back into the shadows. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before breathing it out.

Beside him, Jiyong leaned back against the tinted glass window, one foot propped up against the wall. He held his cigarette between his index and middle finger, watching the tip glow bright orange in the breeze.

He finally broke the quiet, "Man, the recording session today was ass.''

"The bass is too heavy," Seunghyun replied, keeping his eyes on the river. "It’s drowning out the vocals''

"Yeah, I'll have to strip it back tomorrow," Jiyong murmured, taking a slow drag. He exhaled and when the smoke cleared, his posture relaxed, shifting away from the stressful topic. "You know who actually helped, though? Y/N. She brought in those lyric translations while we were losing our minds, and honestly, just having her in the room made the energy shift."

Seunghyun smiled at the memory, ''It really did. She's always been like that, ever since we were kids- able to change everyone's mood to a good one in an instant.''

''The girl has a good heart, I am thankful for her'' Jiyong replied, a smile tugging around the corner of the lips as his mouth hovers of the white cigarette.

"Man, she is growing up to be a crazy attractive woman'' Jiyong continued.

Since they were teenagers, he had always been the one to make casual, sometimes borderline inappropriate jokes about her, treating it like harmless banter among lifelong friends. "Seriously. She was wearing that short skirt today, and when she bent over the mixing console to read the tracklist? I completely lost my train of thought. It’s almost unfair how good she looks''

Seunghyun took another slow drag, but the smoke nearly choked him as Jiyong spoke. He could picture it perfectly. He had noticed it too—not just today, but for a long time. He found you breathtaking. But while Jiyong always felt comfortable throwing around sleazy compliments, Seunghyun had always kept his thoughts entirely to himself. To him, admitting how deeply he was drawn to a girl they had both known since childhood felt dangerous. It felt like crossing a line he couldn't uncross.

Seunghyun dropped his cigarette into the crystal ashtray, crushing it slowly until the spark completely died. "Let's not do this,''

Jiyong paused, his cigarette halfway to his lips. "Do what?"

"Talk about her like that," He replied, finally turning his head to meet Jiyong’s gaze.

Jiyong didn’t back down. Instead, a low chuckle escaped him, the tip of his cigarette flaring bright as he took another quick pull. He moved away from the window, stepping up next to his friend.

"Oh, come on.'' He continued, nudging Seunghyun’s shoulder playfully. "We've known her since we were kids, I'm not disrespecting her''

Jiyong took another long drag of his cig before saying, ''But you're telling me you didn't see the way those boots fit her legs today? Or how fine her ass looked in that skirt? Please. You have eyes."

Seunghyun kept his gaze locked on the horizon, his jaw clenching tightly. He tried not to think about it but as Jiyong just kept going, it painting a picture that Seunghyun had already memorized.

"You're acting all righteous, but I know you. You look at her the exact same way I do.'' Jiyong pressed on leaning his back against the railing now

The silence stretched between them, Seunghyun looked down at the ashtray, the internal battle raging behind his calm exterior. He had spent years maintaining this wall, treating you strictly like a little sister because it was safe. But standing here, with Jiyong putting it so bluntly, he let the wall crack slightly.

Seunghyun let out a long, defeated breath, ''Yeah'' he admitted ''I noticed''

Jiyong blinked, the smirk on his face faltering widening as he let out a breathless laugh, pointing the glowing tip of his cigarette directly at Seunghyun. ''Wow, look at you, finally admitting you're a man. I was starting to worry if anything worked down there for you anymore''

Seunghyun rolled his eyes at Jiyongs crude joke, he was used to his unfiltered mouth by now. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter. We can admit it all we want but nothings going to come out of it. I mean, come on we've known her too long. We work together. It’s just... how it is."

"Oh, don't be so sure," Jiyong countered, his voice dripping with a playful intensity. "Who says nothing's going to happen? Have you actually paid attention lately? Because I have. Like the numerous times when we were all sitting around in the changing room."

Seunghyun kept his face completely deadpan, but his ears perked up.

"We were both half-dressed, just changing out of those stage outfits while she waited on us'' Jiyong continued, "She thought she was being subtle, but I literally caught her staring at us. She was checking out your chest, hyung. And then her eyes traveled right down to my waist..and lower. She was practically biting her lip. Trust me, she wants both of us just as much as we want to take that little skirt off her."

''No, no way'' Seunghyun laughed. "You’re seeing things, Jiyong. She was just waiting for us and maybe glanced over cause we tend to take forever to change.''

Jiyong let out a loud, mocking laugh, "Are you seriously that blind? She was looking right at you, I literally watched her eyes trace your body''

Seunghyun remained silent, staring straight ahead as Jiyong pushed the description even further.

"I'm telling you, she wants it," Jiyong murmured ''Imagine her between us on the bed. With your hands locked around her from behind, while I'm right in front of her, watching her face twist as she takes both of us. Imagine how loud she’d scream your name, my name. I bet she's nice and tight too. You can't tell me you don't want to hear what she sounds like when she's completely wrecked by the two of us."

To drive the point home, Jiyong stepped back from the railing. With a shameless grin, he crudely humped the air, explicitly mimicking the heavy, rhythmic motions of them taking you right there on the bed.

A low, deep laugh rumbled from Seunghyun's chest, bursting out into a genuine smile. He shook his head in complete disbelief, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

"Okay," Seunghyun laughed, turning away from the railing and sliding open the balcony door of the apartment. "That’s my cue to leave."

"Hey! Wait, come on!" Jiyong called out, quickly crushing his cigarette in the tray and jogging after him "Think about it, hyung! Wouldn't that be hot as fuck? Admit it!"

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|If our stars aligned|✨ About story: Art was always her only interest, growing up in a family that was strictly in the pharmaceutical business Y/n was left as the black sheep. With no support from her family she became recluse, mainly spending her free time at art exhibits. Little did she know there's someone just like her who also liked to spend his free time doing the exact same thing and when their stars align it was as if its was fate. Pairing: Seunghyun X reader _______________

Saturday's were usally your lazy days, no work equaled couch potato. But this specific Saturday was an exciting one, there was art exhibit happening that you absolutely couldn't miss. You worked so hard to even get your piece up in the viewing room and all you needed now was your professor's approval. You were a senior in college & wanted nothing more for this to be your career.