#ive imagines

ever since the beginning of the first semester (and it’s the fourth now), wonyoung holds the streak of being that girl. the it girl. the kind who turns heads without even trying, the perfect definition of soft–spoken elegance and charm. taller than most, intimidating upon first glance, sharp–eyed… wonyoung’s presence alone feels like it bends a room toward her orbit.

people, with no exception of you (and god you hope sunghoon isn’t included), admire her, envy her, even fear her beauty a little. the kind of fear that you know you shouldn’t get close to because it’s not on your level at all? yeah, wonyoung radiates that. 

she’s the kind of girl you expect to be untouchable and untouched—so why… is she lingering so close, sitting between you and sunghoon in the lab, right now…?

“uh,” you stammered, stiffening when her knees brushed yours under the shared table. this was the only class she’d shared with sunghoon (and you, if that matters) and the professor asked everyone to form a group of four. 

naturally, you and sunghoon paired up immediately, expecting any random two others to fill the remaining spots. neither of you really cared of whoever joins, but when wonyoung suddenly slid into the seat between the two of you, that became your major concern.

“mind if i join?” she’d asked, but it didn’t sound like a question at all from how she already settled in her seat before the words even came out. your eyes widened, instinctively flicking to sunghoon for some… kind of protest. some hint that he found this as strange as you did. for him to say that the group is full. it’s reserved for someone else, or something. just anything. 

instead, he just blinked back at you, shoulders stiff. was he also waiting for you to have the answer? for you to deny the wonyoung’s presence…? is he crazy? 

you both looked at each other with the exact same expression—lips parted slightly, brows pinched—all as wonyoung smoothed her skirt and opened her notebook. wonyoung must’ve noticed, because she turned her head towards sunghoon and you couldn’t even tell what kind of expression she had on her face, not when the back of her head faced you—and asked again, softer this time. “you don’t mind, right?” 

was she even asking for permission in the first place?

sunghoon froze, you could see that much. he glanced at you just briefly through the strands of wonyoung’s hair. his mouth opened, closed, then opened again—like a fish gasping for air—before he managed a shaky, unsure laugh. “uh… yes? i mean, no. it’s fine.”

you frowned. you wanted to smack his head for not being sure enough of his own answer. if it’s a no, be firm about it! if it’s a yes—if it’s a yes, just say it! sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting to you—but you already looked away. 

not without rolling your eyes first.

wonyoung, afterall, could bend a room towards her orbit. 

——

for starter, you grew up with sisters in a household where sharing lip–glosses aren’t unhygienic, and using each other’s hairbrushes isn't gross. you went to countless girls' sleepovers and braided many girls’ hair until your arms went sore and stayed up talking about nothing at all.

it was a world so familiar that it never occurred to you to look at another girl with anything beyond she’s–a–girl–like–me and friendship. hell, you couldn’t even imagine yourself disliking girls no matter how bad that girl is. your ten year old self would despise you and beat you up had she known you were borderline feeling this way—because of a man.

so why… why does your chest tighten and your blood boil whenever you see wonyoung within the same radius as your boyfriend? 

the feeling isn’t clean and comfortable. it’s not the jealousy you’d expect to flare like how you see in movies when a second girl comes in. it's stranger—like your body can’t decide if it wants to shove her away from him or drag her closer to you where you can keep your eyes on her at all times. 

the contradiction knots in your stomach, burns in your throat, and it leaves you restless even when she’s not around sunghoon. or anywhere around you.

“why are you all dressed up? are you excited to see wonyoung?” you said bitterly, words slipping out sharper than you intended. 

it’s a saturday and everyone’s just started to work on the lab group assignment that’s due in a few weeks. sunghoon froze in his steps, head tilting slightly with that dumbfounded look. “...what?” he asked, genuinely confused. “what are you talking about?”

you scoffed, arms crossing as you turned to face him. “don’t play dumb. she literally joined our group because she likes you.”

his jaw went slack, brows shooting up so fast you almost thought he was mocking you, as if proud that the jang wonyoung liked him. “wonyoung? liking me?” he repeated, each word sounding weird on his tongue. sunghoon even pointed at himself. “you serious?” he added, not in that oh my god, are you serious? way, but bruh, be for real kind. 

“why else would she join our group?” you pressed, heat rising in your throat.

your boyfriend ran a hand through his hair, baffled laughter spilling out. “yn, i don’t even think she knows my name. she’s not into me,” he shook his head, muttering almost to himself. sunghoon looked almost offended, but you were more miffed than he was. 

wonyoung was your rival and he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you were.

“i know she is. i’m a girl, i can tell.” you replied simply, already turning on your heel. the click of your flats against the pavement left sunghoon hanging, mouth still parted with a deny caught in his throat. “babe—” he started, but you were already walking away.

all he could do was let out a heavy exhale, eye twitching. sunghoon ran a hand down his face before following after you, muttering under his breath. “... what the hell…”

as expected from the wise and perfect girl, wonyoung was already there when you arrived at the cafe. she had chosen a table of four by the window with sunlight catching on her dark brown hair just right. it almost irked you how effortlessly pretty she looked. 

upon seeing you (and sunghoon just behind, or maybe it was the other way around) making your way, she immediately stood up. her skirt swayed as she pushed her chair back, smiling brightly. “you’re here,” she greeted, voice pitched warmly. it was probably meant for sunghoon too—and why was she also dressed so nicely?

now you’re just… pissed.

her eyes flicked briefly to sunghoon before settling on you. your eyes met hers briefly before you saw a half–finished iced latte sat on the table. only then—did you see jungwon, your friend and the other boy in the group already sitting across wonyoung. 

oh? so they left you and sunghoon no choice but to sit separately? 

no way this was random and accidental. everyone knows you and sunghoon were dating—and the only seat options left were the ones that split you and sunghoon apart. “take a seat,” she said, gesturing lightly with her hand as if the host. her eyes flickered between the two of you, but her lips curved when they landed back on you.

hah, as if, you thought. with a smile mirroring hers, you slid right into the empty seat beside wonyoung, satisfied with your own little strategy. there was no way you’d let sunghoon sit next to her—he’s safe across the table, tucked next to jungwon. 

all was well. good! 

“so, wonyoung can do the presentation, right? i think you’d be good at it.” jungwon smiled. the girl next to you nodded her head. “yeah, sure. i prefer speaking more than thinking, anyway.” she giggled. then, without missing a beat, she turned her head to you. 

“what about you? you should present too.”

your breath caught on for a second. your palms prickled. presenting… was never a thing you were good at. you hated the “speak up, we can’t hear you!”, the pressure, the anxiousness when your team was coming up… just too many eyes pinning. 

you glanced at her at the corner of your eyes, “n—no,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “i’m not good at that stuff.” you hated rejecting, especially when it felt like a challenge and silent comparison of who’s a better speaker against wonyoung. 

but you just couldn’t. you’d be embarrassing yourself more if you fucked up in front. 

“hm.” wonyoung pursed her lips before looking away, placing her chin atop of her palm. “that’s a shame.” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to sunghoon who sat in front of you. “then, what about you?” 

sunghoon, caught mid–scribbling on his worksheet, blinked up at her. “me?” wonyoung tilted her head slightly, smiling teasingly. “you should present, then. since yn can’t do it.”

the air shifted just a little—you felt it in your bones. jungwon was oblivious, nodding along, jotting down bullet points. you loved him, but read the room! sunghoon straightened in his chair, brows twitching faintly. “...sure. i don’t mind.” his tone was calm. 

“alright, then! sunghoon and wonyoung can do the presenting, and yn and i will do the slides and data. is that fine?” jungwon said brightly, tapping his pen against the paper. wonyoung was quick to nod, her smile curving. you, however, weren’t smiling as much.

sunghoon… and wonyoung… presenting together? 

you forced a little nod, though your lips pressed into a thin line. it wasn’t that you wanted to present—not at all. but the thought of them side by side, heights matching, visuals together, everyone’s eyes on them… it prickled at your skin in a way you hated admitting. 

sunghoon’s gaze flicked to you, catching that micro–expression you thought you’d hidden well. he shifted in his seat before tapping the toe of his sneakers lightly against yours under the table. the gesture was small, but it was almost reassuring. 

your head snapped up to him, and he gave you a soft smile before trapping your leg between his. 

——

the days leading up to the submission were… terrible, to say. if you were honest with yourself. 

the assignment itself was nothing much with wonyoung helping you more than you think you did for your part. after the first discussion at the cafe ended, wonyoung had offered you that she could help anytime—initially, you declined. there was no way you’ll ever need the help of the girl who liked your boyfriend but… eventually… you fall into submission…

other assignments were piling up, so you ended up turning to wonyoung to accept the offer anyway. you told yourself it was just work, nothing more, but the sight of wonyoung and your boyfriend sitting shoulder–to–shoulder at the library, leaning close to check the same laptop screen… it gnawed at the back of your mind.

“yn?” 

wonyoung’s voice snapped you back to reality. your pen hovered uselessly above the page. she was watching you, head tilted slightly, a smile on her lips. “did you get it? i can explain again if it's confusing.”

you blinked, throat tightening. “um, yeah. yeah, i got it.” 

you hadn’t caught a single word she’d said. too busy watching how the manicured nails rested against your laptop’s trackpad. “you decorated your laptop so nicely, huh?” wonyoung said, running her fingernails against the stickers on the body. 

it was infuriating. 

wonyoung wasn’t supposed to be like this if she liked sunghoon. she was supposed to be mean! supposed to belittle and bring you down and flirt with sunghoon openly. and you were supposed to dislike her for the way she orbited closer and closer and closer to sunghoon while knowing he was taken. you were supposed to resent her for each time she laughed at sunghoon’s comments, and how she never lifted her hand when it crossed sunghoon’s personal line. you almost wished she’d given you a reason to dislike her, just the tiniest little bits. 

you’d like to think you disliked her when that happened, but not right now—not when she’s kind, patient, quick to share her notes, quicker to help you understand.

but what if it was just an act… so sunghoon could see how much of an angel she was, then fall in love? 

your eyes twitched at the thought.

“how long have you been with sunghoon?” 

you turned, caught off guard. you noticed she had quit the tab—now your laptop was showing your homescreen; a photobooth landscape picture of you and sunghoon. her chin rested on her palm, blinking with curiosity. 

“... a while,” you managed.

“a while?” wonyoung hummed, twirling her pen between her fingers. “how long? you guys must’ve been really strong, then.” 

your lips pressed together. what was she digging for? the words caught in your throat—should you say too much so she’s aware of how in love the two of you are? or should you say just enough so she wouldn’t have too much information on your relationship?

“yeah. three years,” you finally said, wanting to sound casual about it, but ended up sounding flat.

her brows lifted ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched. “three years.” she repeated it like she was tasting the number, rolling it over her tongue. “that’s impressive. i know a guy who was in a relationship for eight years, though.” wonyoung added, chuckling.

your ears perked—eight years? and so what? was in a relationship? was there anything to do with her? a million thoughts came across your mind. you tried to laugh it off. “that’s… a long time.”

wonyoung nodded, moving her finger across your keypad to open another tab. “it is, isn’t it? imagine being that close to someone for nearly a decade, only for things to not work out at the end. what a shame,” she said casually.

you forced your eyes on the screen, but all you could see was her reflection on the glass. you wanted to ask her what went wrong with the couple, why didn’t they work out? your lips parted, but nothing came out.

next to wonyoung’s easy but suffocating presence, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering: what does hoonie even see in me, when there’s someone like her, right here?—and you wondered if you and sunghoon would end up being that couple too. 

——

as confusing bermuda triangle is, sunghoon was even more confused on how you could ever think wonyoung was a threat. 

sure, she was pretty—everyone knew that. you knew that too. even before sharing classes with her, you’d mentioned it to sunghoon (a few semesters ago) on how you just saw the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid eyes on. it was undeniable, but sunghoon wasn’t attracted one bit.

he always caught you staring too long when he and wonyoung had to go over the presentation slides. how your eyes always twitched like a dysfunctional robot when she was around, especially around him. 

sure… wonyoung could be friendly sometimes. he saw it in the way she’d get him coffee (but she got you the larger one?), how she’d adjusted his part in the slides, always initiating group meet–ups and discussions… but sunghoon really didn’t look at her in that light. and he’s certain she too, didn’t see him that way.

if anything, he thought she was just being respectful.

“stop making that face…” he whispered, voice low enough despite it was just the two of you in the evening library. “what face?” you asked too quickly and it sounded defensive.

sunghoon leaned closer across the table, arm brushing yours as he held your hand. “you think i don’t notice you staring this whole time?” the end of his lips curled into a smirk. you blushed, quickly pulling your hand away. 

you tore your gaze, suddenly hyperaware of the heat crawling up your neck. “i wasn’t—”

sunghoon hummed, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. “i know what you’re thinking, tell me.” 

“hm...” you hummed, sighing. “i think she likes you.” you added after a beat. confessing this obvious truth was far more embarrassing than anything you’ve ever experienced.

sunghoon watched in silent, his expression was unreadable for a second. then slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “she does?” he asked softly, feigning innocence as he tilts his head toward you. his hand found its way back to yours, slipping gently underneath.

you nodded your head, bottom lip still puckering out into a pout. “i mean, i think so… it’s quite obvious.” you murmured, the end softening slightly to not offend him. anyone would be a dumbass not to notice. “it’s just—she’s always around and i know it’s because we have a group assignment together but…” you added, swallowing the lump in your throat. sunghoon rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. your shoulders dropped.

“oh i don’t know hoonie…”

he hummed in acknowledgement, studying your face with that calm intensity that always contrasted yours. “let’s make a promise,” sunghoon suddenly said, squeezing your hand gently. you looked up, eyebrows raised in confusion.

sunghoon lifted your hand just slightly to loop your pinky with his. “firstly, i promise you that i don’t like her. not one tiny bit, at all,” he said, eyes locking with yours. “secondly, i promise you that she doesn’t like me. i know you might feel like it, but really, she doesn’t.” 

your heart stuttered at his sincerity, a flutter you couldn’t quite suppress that it showed on your face. it’s not enough to fully convince you, but what else could you do? if your boyfriend said he doesn’t like her, then isn’t that enough for now? “promise?” you whispered, voice softer than intended. sunghoon nodded firmly, brushing his thumbpad against yours like that “double–promise” gesture.

you grinned and shook his hand like a contract deal. “okay,” 

clearly pleased, you studied his face a little longer. your boyfriend was really handsome, wasn’t he? “so can we make out, like right now?” the words came out without thinking twice, but you didn’t take it back. 

sunghoon’s eyes widened, caught somewhere between shock and amusement. his lips twitched like he was trying to hold back a laugh—then he looked around. “...right now?” he teased. “you serious?” the library was mostly empty except for a few students studying, but still!

“yes, absolutely. i can’t hold it in right now.” you said, leaning slightly closer in hopes sunghoon could see the full weight of your determination. your boyfriend rolled his eyes, feigning “fine, whatever,” before quickly standing up and tugging you along somewhere empty between the shelves.

he pinned you against the wall, one hand against the side of your head, and the other cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the apple of your cheeks. “you know if we get caught, we’ll be library banned, right?” he chuckled, albeit not having the intention to stop now, at all.

you shrugged playfully, puffing your cheeks. “i don’t think that’s true,” you hummed, trailing your hands up along his chest and resting on his shoulders. “want to see and confirm it?” 

“eh,” sunghoon shrugged, leaning in. “let’s put it to the test.” his lips connected yours, deep and hungry without it being soft and feather–light first. your hands threaded into his soft locks, tugging him closer as sunghoon tilted his head. 

it made your knees weak, how warm his body was against yours, how his big and tall frame totally concealed you from anyone who walked by. he brushed his lips against yours, and you let out soft sighs between kisses. 

with a soft flick of his tongue, you parted your lips partly and he wasted no time slipping his tongue in, overlapping and dancing your own. sunghoon’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down to match your height—as you stood on your tiptoes to match his. 

“mhh,” you breathed out, tugging onto his bottom lip. his canines brushed against your tongue every now and then. sunghoon smirked and pinched gently at your flesh—a subtle warning that you should keep it down, unless you truly wanted to be banned from the library. you only responded by pressing closer, letting your hands roam along his nape. the kiss only deepened. 

finally, he pulled back just enough to catch a breather and to press his forehead against yours, eyes half–lidded, lips swollen and parted. “happy girlfriend now?” he teased, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

you laughed softly, heart still racing. “not quite…”

“then, should i make you happier in my room?”

——

the presentation went perfect—as expected from your boyfriend! and wonyoung, obviously.

sunghoon was confident and simple in his own way and he made complicated concepts sound effortless. wonyoung, on the other hand, with her charm and beauty, might as well just entranced everyone with that combo alone alongside her sharp presentation precision.

they made such a perfect pair and duo, as much as you hated admitting it. 

“good job!” jungwon said after class ended. the two of you waited outside for sunghoon and wonyoung for their commentary. you blinked before nodding, clapping your hands and giving them two thumbs–up. “you guys did so well!” you added, genuinely. 

“th—” sunghoon was cut off. wonyoung smiled and clapped on her own. “thanks yn, won!” she said warmly, her gaze flicking to you for a brief second before returning to sunghoon. “and you too. thanks for backing me up.” she hummed, moving her hair on one shoulder.

sunghoon was taken aback, scratching the back of his neck. “yeah… thanks. you too.” he muttered, glancing at you. you felt your cheeks heat up in exchange, eyebrows raised. next to you, jungwon chuckled, sighing in relief. “god, i’m so glad that’s done and over with.” he said, stretching his arms above.

you nodded, feeling relieved inside too. “should we celebrate this?” wonyoung initiated, tilting her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. “celebrate?” you asked.

“mmhm,” she hummed, leaning against the wall. “there’s going to be a house party this weekend—you all should come.”

your stomach twisted slightly, again. a party… wasn’t really your scene. you could deny it again, although this would be the second time you rejected wonyoung’s offer with the first one being her presentation partner. god, you’re so embarrassing. 

first, you couldn’t be brave like she is, then second, you’re not as social as she is? 

oh, whatever… why must you do something to please her? 

“um, act—” before you could speak up, wonyoung turned to sunghoon. “you’ll be there, right? it’s heeseung and jake’s house party.” she said, smiling. sunghoon blinked at her, surprised. his eyes widened slightly. 

your chest tightened. there was no way sunghoon would turn down a party his own two bestfriends hosted… and you didn’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, either. wonyoung’s eyes flicked to you for a split second before returning back to sunghoon. 

“uh, yeah… it’s jake and heeseung’s, right?” 

you crossed your arms, trying to hide the way your mind was spiralling and breaking down and crashing out. your eyes twitched again. 

jang wonyoung, what do you want for me? 

——

as all could imagine, the party was wild. not the american kind where toilet papers rains from the roof and blue, red, purple lights blasted from the windows. this was more subtly chaotic. music thumped loud enough to keep people moving and having to speak an octave higher just to get their words out, laughter spilling from all corners of the apartment, and faint clinking of glasses could be heard here and there.

sunghoon promised to stick close to you from the start, and he did, not surprising. even when jake came to welcome the two of you, and asked if sunghoon wanted to see the rest—your boyfriend told him later (he did it on his own accord, despite you telling him to just go, you’ll be fine). 

wonyoung was already mingling with everyone and she looked really, really pretty that night. she looked hotter than how she looked daily. with that black dress of hers, and her curled hair… it was impossible not to swoon or stare. 

somewhen throughout the party, you were separated from sunghoon when you went to get yourself a glass of punch—stumbled upon jungwon and jay in the kitchen, struck up a conversation or two with them, then got distracted. 

you hadn’t realised how long you were gone for when you went back to the living room to find no signs of sunghoon—your eyes scanned the room, and then… wonyoung. she was nowhere to be seen, either.

your chest dropped before you could allow yourself to, stomach twisting into knots. where are they? together? the thought hit you like titanic and the iceberg, sharp and crumbling slowly. a rush of panic surged through you. 

no way, right? it can’t be. sunghoon promised. sunghoon promised—you tried to convince yourself, but your mind refused to be swayed. as you weaved through the crowd, your mind couldn’t help but pick up every interaction they had before as early possible signs of betrayal. 

“oh my god, please,” you murmured, heart hammering fast against your ribcage, eyes darting everywhere. suddenly every guy looked like your boyfriend, and every girl looked like the perfect wonyoung. you tried not to let yourself think the worst, but it’s so hard to not to when you’ve had thought about it since the beginning. 

please let this be a coincidence. 

you turned a corner and froze.

there they were—sunghoon and wonyoung, tucked away in a bedroom off the main party.

from where you could see them, it seemed like they were talking—but that stupid part of your brain that somehow managed to exaggerate everything else saw them leaning towards each other, getting handsy and touchy, and even felt the sexual tension between—!

“what are you doing?” 

you found yourself standing in the doorway before you even realised you were there, voice sharper than intended, heart beating like it might burst anytime. sunghoon and wonyoung froze instantly, heads snapping toward you. the sight of your wide eyes, clenched fists, and flushed face clicked in his sunghoon’s mind of what you were thinking almost instantly. 

“yn, i—” before sunghoon could answer, you marched ahead and wrapped your hand around wonyoung’s wrist, tugging her toward the balcony outside, still in the same room. she almost stumbled, eyes widening in surprise. “wait, yn—” she started, but just like sunghoon, you cut her off by slamming the balcony sliding door behind you. 

the click echoing like a final declaration. 

the sudden quiet of the outside space hit you both. from how it was so loud inside, the outside felt like it purposely muted itself for now. only the sound of the muffled thump of the part inside faded into the background. 

wonyoung blinked and you saw her swallowing the lump in her throat. 

“what do you want from me, wonyoung?” you asked, voice low and tense, with a slight shakiness that contracted the brave act you were trying to put up. there was a mix of fear and anger in your chest.

the girl before you hesitated, lips parting to answer, then closing again. huh—she’s so much like sunghoon, isn’t she? you thought almost bitterly. is that also why i can’t bring myself to hate her? came afterwards.

her eyes held yours. even right now, she didn’t look scared like she was just caught red–handed trying to flirt with someone else’s man. “yn…” she started carefully, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. “i… i don’t want anything from you. not really.”  

you narrowed your eyes, eyebrows frowned. you rested your hands on your hips. “then why—why do you act like that around us? why do you… do this?” wonyoung didn’t answer. she looked down on her heels, eyebrows pinched in guilt.

and that almost got you to forgive her—you clenched your fists, lips formed into a tight line. “you’re… you’re wonyoung, for gods sake. you could have anyone you wanted to in this world. anyone! look at you! you’re so pretty and smart and, and—” you huffed, all that pent up anger was going to burst now. “you’re so sexy and nice! yet… you, you…” words tumblings and articulating in order that didn’t exist in the grammar rules.

“you’re perfect! why can’t you like someone else that’s not my boyfriend?!” 

you took a shuddering breath, voice rising with exasperation, insecurity, and fear.

wonyoung froze, her eyes widened. for a long, terrible second, she looked like she might speak—hell, she looked like she was caught in the act!—then she blinked rapidly, gasping. “...wait—, i—” she stuttered, shaking her head quickly.

has she always looked this pretty? 

“i don’t like him!” 

now it was your turn to freeze. your mouth opened, heart stuttering. “...what?”

wonyoung swallowed the nervousness in her throat, fists clenched around her fabric as she shut her eyes tightly—taking a deep breath, before exhaling. “i mean, i don’t like sunghoon,” her eyes darted away, eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment. “yn. i… i like you.”

the words hit you like a bucket of ice–cold–water. and just like that—the water washed away all your anger, jealousy, and frustration—leaving you speechless and confused on the balcony. you couldn’t even bring yourself to say something in reply.

did jang wonyoung just confess.. to you? 

her cheeks were flushed a deep pink like her lipgloss, eyes wide and darting nervously between you, the floor, and the night sky. her lips parted slightly, trembling as if she wished to take back the words but knew it was impossible.

caught in the momentum of a forced, ill–timed confession.

for someone whose exterior and presence were so composed and… flawless all the time, this was the first time you’ve ever seen her this way. she looked shy, almost like she’s not wonyoung, but someone else… entirely.

you blinked, still hadn’t formed a reply.

wonyoung took another deep breath. “i’ve liked you ever since orientation week… when i—i saw you saving a cat in the drainage,” her voice wavered, she tucked a strand of her curled hair nervously behind her ear. from there, you could see how red her ears were.

“you didn’t even hesitate to climb down there. you didn’t care that it’d ruin your jeans and get your hands dirty… everyone else just stood there, but you…” her gaze slowly landed back on you. “... you didn’t even think twice. i fell in love with your kindness first, then came everything else.”

you felt your cheeks burning up, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you didn’t know that that mindless action would affect anyone at that time. not like this, at least. it was just a decision you’d made on the spot since you would never leave a cat alone like that. that was like leaving jungwon in a dark room…

“then why… why were you always around sunghoon…?” you asked nervously. your voice barely louder than a whisper. right now, only wonyoung needed to hear what you have to say. 

wonyoung’s lips parted as if she was almost offended by the question, but then she pressed them together. “at first it was because he’s always around you,” she admitted softly. “i thought if i get close to him, somehow, i could break the two of you.” she shamefully added, her face was like a tomato. “but then i realised how selfish it was to break a relationship. so i just figured that if i could tell sunghoon that i like you, maybe he’s willing to shar—”

your eyes widened so hard you swore they might pop out of your skull. “what—?! share?!” you blurted before she could even finish, lips parted as you pointed to yourself, voice cracking between disbelief and outrage. “me?” you continued. so just now, was it a misunderstanding? was wonyoung about to confess her feelings to you at your boyfriend, first?! 

and sharing—? what is going on? 

wonyoung’s eyes flew open too, mortified at her own truth. she waved her hands, crossing them in an “x” motion. “no, no—! that’s not it! i didn’t mean it like—well, i did mean it but not like that—ugh!” she buried her face in her hands, groaning, wishing the balcony floor on her side would suddenly crumble and swallow her down.

you were still stunned and frozen, anything she said didn’t register in your head. “i just,,,” she said, muffled against her palms. “i know that you and sunghoon love each other so much and there’s no way i can be with you alone,” she murmured.

“so… i—i thought if sunghoon was… willing to share you…” her voice cracked.

your jaw dropped. share me?! with sunghoon?

your brain short–circutied. for a split second, you swore the bass party inside mocked you, adding the chaos to this insane conversation. 

wonyoung peeked between her fingers, face burning and turning impossibly red. desperation written all over her from her perfect rounded head, to her manicured toe. “that’s how much i… like you. i’d take anything. even if it means being second. i just want to be with you.” 

her words hung in the cool air, heavy and reckless.

you realised she wasn’t joking. 

she meant it.

——

“ah, fuck, you’re crazy babe…” sunghoon groaned, tipping his head back as your lips wrapped warmly and wetly around his throbbing, aching cock. his big hand caressed the top of your head before gently tangling your strands around his fingers. “my pretty girl,” he grunts, lips parting.

your hands move up to his hips and pressed down on it, digging your fingertips into his flesh. you slid more of sunghoon’s huge length in your mouth, trying to fit all of him inside. you felt him twitching and he had to restrain himself from bucking his hips and straight into fucking your mouth, 

“mhh, hoonie,—” you muffled, feeling the head of his cock hitting playfully the back of your throat. you shut your eyes tightly as you breathed in through your nose, slowly taking him down in your throat. “oh, shit… d—don’t force yourself, love,” he stammered, fingers tightening around your hair. 

slowly, you bobbed your head back and forth, coating his huge cock with your saliva. your hands moved to stroke along his length, spreading and making a mess out of your saliva down to his hanging balls. your boyfriend closed his eyes as he felt the double pleasure combo of your warm mouth and soft hands. 

you sucked the bulbous head of sunghoon’s dick, twirling and rolling your tongue around the mushroom tip when—a moan slipped past your flushed lips. “oh—! wony, your tongue!” your body jerked forward slightly as you felt wonyoung’s tongue slipped inside your pussy, her lips molding against your cunt. 

behind you, on her fours, wonyoung had her hands splayed across your ass, spreading them apart. she had her face stuffed between your cheeks, tongue darting flat between your folds from your clit all the way up to your entrance, teasingly poking her tongue inside every now and then. “you taste so sweet, yn,” she muffled, slipping a finger in your pussy. you let out a sweet moan, vibrating against sunghoon’s cock which elicited a groan out of him. “fuck yn—is she really making you feel this good?” he commented, visibly annoyed. 

wonyoung gave your asscheek a firm squeeze, sucking your slick as her tongue languidly swiped across your folds. wonyoung pulled back slightly to make a comment towards sunghoon. “bet you can’t,” she smirked, and you felt it against your skin. you were about to say something—tell them to stop…—but before you could do so, sunghoon scoffed before bucking his hips up, thrusting his cock into your mouth. 

you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when the tip hits the back of your throat. you squeezed his thighs, nails digging and scratching against his skin, so deep it left marks. “fuck you know about my g—girl, shit, yn,” sunghoon groaned, caressing your hairline in an attempt of comforting you after what he just did. 

you pulled back with a sharp gasp, saliva slipping and drooling from your lips and down your chin, connecting from his length. you let out a soft whimper and cry, getting stimulated from the back and the front. wonyoung knew there was no point in arguing with sunghoon—she’s gotten what she wanted, anyway. digging her nails into the meat of your ass, wonyoung’s teeth dragged against your thigh, biting and sucking and leaving marks on your skin. 

unbashed, you grinded your hips against her pretty face. “wony,” you breathed out, flattening your tongue against sunghoon’s wet cock to lick a stride up his length from his rounded balls up to the head. you flicked your tongue on the slit, the smell and manly scent of his sweat mixed pre–cum struck up your nose, licking just that sensitive part like a kitten. 

“mmhm, are you feeling good, lovely?” wonyoung giggled, placing a kiss before sucking and tugging on your bud. you nodded and hummed, mouth enveloped and molded around sunghoon’s erection. his cock throbbed in your mouth, the pulse throbbing against your tongue. 

above, you heard sunghoon muttered a swear under his mouth. it was obvious he was jealous from how his grip around your hair tightened, and the twitch of his hips. “yn baby, fuck, ‘m cumming,” he rasped. with each stroke of your hand from his base to the head—he felt his high increasing. 

“uh huh, i want your cum,” you whimpered, from both the neediness of his semen down your throat—and also wonyoung’s languid licking between your pussy lips. your muscles contracted around her warm tongue. “please,” you slurred, not sure you were pleading for and if you were even thinking right.

“fuck—! babe!” his moan fell loudly from his lips, head tipping back, hand keeping your head still where it was—cock deep inside your warm mouth. his hips bucked up as hot ropes of cum shot into your mouth, straight down your throat and warming the domain of your mouth. 

his cock throbbed as it pumped out cum and you tried to swallow it all, albeit some spilled from your mouth and rolled down his cock. you rolled your eyes back, nails digging into his flesh. your boyfriend’s loud moans only seemed to irritate wonyoung—and she lets out the annoyance by roughly flicking her tongue against your clit—where it’s sensitive and flushed and puffy. she didn’t like how your attention was on sunghoon just because he’s cumming right now. 

it worked—you felt your brain melted when wonyoung slipped two fingers into you, stretching your tight cunt open and fingered you while sucking on your bud. “wony, wonywony—” you cried, hands not stopping from jerking sunghoon off. your boyfriend too, wasn’t in his right mind. he just came, but his own girlfriend’s attention wasn’t solely on him.

it was on your… girlfriend, or whatever the fuck wonyoung claimed herself to be to you. sunghoon couldn’t give a single fuck about that girl. he would’ve never expected something like this would occur in his happy relationship. 

looking down at you from his half–drunked eyes, you looked so… innocent, and cute. trying your best to jerk all the remnant of his semen from his balls while getting fingered yourself, your cheeks were flushed, soft sobs, cries, and whimpers escaped your lips like a newborn kitten. so loud. 

“c’mon lovely, you’re close, aren’t you?” wonyoung muffled, making out and french kissing your pussy lips. she rubbed her thumb over your clit, as the other thrusted inside your pretty cunt. you nodded, kissing the sides of sunghoon’s shaft. “squirt on my face, yn,” she coaxed, pushing you to the edge.

falling into the submission, your thighs trembled, knees threatened to give out—you released on her face. with a whimpery moan of your girlfriend’s name, you squeezed sunghoon’s cock without warning which elicited aloud moan from his as well. now all three of you were letting out pornographic sounds for different reasons—you released your high, sunghoon’s flushed, sensitive cock threatened to burst another ropes of cum, and wonyoung just made her crush came warmly on her face.

“oh god,” your pussy twitched around nothing, and if it weren’t for wonyoung’s firm grip around your hips, you'd have passed out on the bed. sunghoon’s chest heaved heavily as he brought his hand down on your cheek to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes. he knew it wasn’t from pain—but the overstimulated pleasure your body received.

wonyoung licked around her lip, humming at your sweet taste. “you taste so good. i love it s’much.” she stated, pussy drunk. it might as well be from the lack of oxygen she was getting. your body felt wrung out, every nerve of your body still buzzing from the pleasure. you couldn’t even articulate a reply as much as you wished to.

heat clung to your skin, damp with sweat, mouth salty from the taste of sunghoon’s cock, pussy twitching from the emptiness of wonyoung’s tongue. “oh god, you guys…” you panted, voice raw and shaky and whimpery, every syllable breaking nonsense as they’re not caught up with your brain.

smirking at your condition, sunghoon cupped your cheeks, thumbs caressing the apple of your cheeks. “we’re not done yet, baby,” he hummed. sunghoon tugged you forward by your forearm. your palms almost slipped against the bedspread, and before you could protest, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress—laying flat on your back. 

“hoonie—?” he cuts you off by tugging you forward by your calf until your hips slammed flush against his. the abruptness slipped a gasp out of you. your boyfriend got into his position, looming over you with an obvious exasperated look on his face. “my turn to please my girl,” he said bitterly, meant it for wonyoung without even sparing a glance at her.

scoffing, wonyoung shook her head and smirked, crawling on the bed to position herself above your head. her knees spread and framed you, casting her shadow over your flushed face. “right,” she drawled, tilting her head slightly at sunghoon before cupping your cheeks from behind, leaning down. “then i’ll just take care of this pretty mouth.” she added, voice dripping with challenge. she wasn’t about to just let sunghoon have his fun alone. this was her moment too. 

leaning and bending down, wonyoung attached her soft lips against yours—slow and savouring—letting you taste yourself on her lips. you hummed before closing your eyes as well, kissing her back. 

sunghoon’s eyes twitched, fuck—kissing my girlfriend in front of me? he thought bitterly. he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock to position the head on the entrance of your nicely prepped pussy. “fuck off, seriously,” he muttered under his breath before pushing his length in, watching as your pussy wrapped around him and swallowed him whole. 

moaning against wonyoung’s lips, your hips buckled slightly to adjust yourself. sunghoon started thrusting almost immediately, shaft rubbing the velvety walls as he rolled his hips. “so tight for me,” he groaned, resting and pinning down your hips on the bed so you wouldn’t move around. “you’re squeezing my cock so nicely, baby,” he added.

you let out a started gasp that wonyoung swallowed, whimpering and crying softly. smiling against your lips, her hands travelled down where it found your tits, rubbing her fingerpads around your perky tits. “now, now,” she chuckled, lips still on you. “does it feel good?” she teased, tugging and pressing your buds.

you nodded weakly. “hngnh, hoonie, oh god, wony—” back arched in pleasure as your hands wrapped around sunghoon’s wrists on your hips, grounding yourself. tears pooled in your eyes once more as you felt his cockhead bullying your cervix, each slam of his hips jerked your body against the bedspread.

maybe it was because of wonyoung’s position above you—but you kept on swallowing her saliva, each drop sliding past your tongue with nowhere else to go but down your throat. the angle forced her kiss deeper since the movement was limited for you. not just from sunghoon’s hands on your hips keeping you in place, but also wonyoung’s knees on the sides of your face. 

every breath you tried to take was stolen by her mouth and it left your chest fluttering and heaving, the taste of her strawberry gloss smeared between your lips. “you’re so cute,” she whispered hotly against your flushed lips, grazing her fingernails along your tits until they were slightly red. 

sunghoon shifted bitterly above you. he’s not able to see your face because of wonyoung’s head, and he also couldn’t watch your tits bounce with every thrust he gave you—the feeling was disgusting, he was being robbed slowly in front of his eyes. 

his jaw clenched, muscles ticking as a sharp hiss escaped him. he wanted to rip wonyoung off you, tilt your chin up, slam his lips, and kiss you until one of you starts bleeding. make you look only at him. instead, he used all that anger to rail his cock deeper inside, hitting the spot he knew better than anyone else—that wonyoung could never reach—that had you begging for more. 

your walls clamped tightly down his cock, sucking him in further. “oh my god, s’deep, too deep, hoonie!” you mewled, words caught up in your throat and choked on the mixed saliva. his thrusts were harsh and relentless and unforgiving, almost like he was punishing you for making him jealous.

wonyoung was no different, her fingers squeezed hard that flesh spilled out between her fingers. she used her other hand to grip your chin firmly, forcing your lips apart before spitting right on your tongue. “that’s it,” she breathed. “focus on me, c’mon.” 

your body didn’t feel like yours anymore— with wonyoung’s unyielding grip and sunghoon’s ruthless pace below that left you writhing and needy for more. your body trembled under the weight of their possessive claim. competing for what they’ve already won. 

“you take me so well, baby,” he groaned, lifting your hips up slightly against his pelvis, angling his cock deeper with a force that shook the bed beneath. the sensation overwhelming you instantly. sunghoon’s thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips despite his brutal movement. “goodness gracious, my pussy feels s’good.” he added, tipping his head back.

you nodded, whimpering. using all your strength, you slowly fluttered your eyes open, locking wonyoung’s instantly. “w—wony,” you moaned, gasping. “i wanna taste you, please,” heat rises up your cheeks. this was the first time ever, in your life—that you were going to have someone sit on your face. a girl at that too. licking and eating another girl out was something you’d never see yourself doing.

but there’s a first for everything, right?

wonyoung’s eyes widened, her lips parted slightly but she was quick to nod, smile and face gleaming and brightening. “you’re so cute…” she murmured, voice soft but filled with thrill. you heard her giggle before she moved, her pretty hands slid along your cheeks before her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your face, hovering just above you.

you swallowed nervously at the sight above you—wow, wonyoung’s pussy is really pretty, too, huh? you thought, blushing hard. slowly, she lowered herself until your lips met with her lips—except it’s not the one on her face, but her private part. 

wonyoung let out a soft moan, already closing her eyes into the sensation just by the feeling of your warm mouth against her warmer, wetter cunt. in front of her, sunghoon’s eyes twitched. great—now he couldn’t see even an an inch of your face. 

“my god, yn,” she breathed out as you brought your hands around her hips. your fingers dig into her soft flesh. her breath stuttered as you brought your tongue out and gave an… experimental lap between her folds. “mhh,” wonyoung shivered, squeezing your tits to anchor herself.

you were obviously inexperienced at this—she could tell that as much by the way you moved your tongue all over her pussy, in different patterns, different strokes, just to see which one felt good for you—and her. when wonyoung moaned a little louder, you started licking and sucking a little rougher too.

down there—sunghoon was hitting all the right spots. he moved one hand to rub his thumb over your bud which made you whine against wonyoung’s cunt—your moans vibrating and up till she felt it in her tummy. sunghoon lifted your hips back into place when he felt you slipping. 

just as sunghoon lifted his head up from the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock each time he thrusted inside—that he met wonyoung’s eyes who, by chance, had looked up at the same exact moment. 

the air tightened instantly but you couldn’t tell. almost instantly, both of them looked away but wonyoung’s lips didn’t fail to curl, while sunghoon’s jaw tensed—you didn’t see it, but you felt his grip hardened.

“don’t look at me, weirdo,” she commented sharply, opting to focus on the way her fingers molded and played with your tits. sunghoon scoffed offendedly, looking back at your wet cunt soaking his cock with your slick. “as if.” venom dripped down his reply. “bet you wish you had a cock right now inside of my girl’s pussy, yeah?” he added mockingly, his sharp canine digging down his bottom lip to suppress his moans.

wonyoung glared at him momentarily, bucking and rolling her hips on your face. she felt the tip of your nose grazing between her folds. “ew, please,” she taunted. wonyoung? a dick—? she’d rather kill herself. “having yn eat my pussy out feels s’much better, fuck,” she mocked, exaggerating her moans—”you can’t relate… her tongue feels so good inside me.” 

you felt like you were underwater, not being able to hear what sunghoon and wonyoung were saying to one another—if they even acknowledged each other’s presence at all. 

that… riled sunghoon up, badly. his thrusts started picking up its pace and force, hips snapping harshly into yours that there wasn’t an inch of his cock that was visible. dragging it out fully, sunghoon slammed it back in your cunt. he repeated until your toes curled, and your hips started bucking on its own—fucking yourself on him.

you held your tongue out, all your moans were being muffled by wonyoung’s cunt anyway. your girlfriend started moving her body at her own pace as she chased her high. “fuck, j’st like that, lovely,” she nodded, arching her back slightly. “you’re doing so good, oh god,” her thighs trembled around your head. 

wonyoung’s heart stuttered. she adored you, a lot. and although she had to share—technically sunghoon was the one who had to share but it didn’t matter since he’s a guy—she was just grateful that she could be doing all these things with you.

maybe one day it could be just you and her? she wanted to do the scissor position she saw in porns with you.

the thought swirled in the heat in wonyoung’s stomach. “‘m gonna cum, yn,” she gasped. sunghoon couldn’t hold it in that long either. each time wonyoung pressed herself firmer on your face, you only tightened up around his cock—muscles clamping down. he was honestly just holding it in so he could end this fucking session last. 

you nodded pathetically and weakly beneath wonyoung, gripping her hips tighter and mirroring what she did to your pussy earlier—tongue–fucking her cunt. your boyfriend could tell you were reaching your orgasm as well. “let go for me, baby,” sunghoon groaned, voice strained with his own need. “cum on my cock.” his thumb circled your clit again. 

the encouragement only riled up through your body—and you did as he said. with a moan into wonyoung’s entrance and a buck of your hips, your orgasm washed over you again. upon the vibration from you that travelled up against wonyoung’s tummy, her hips trembled as she came on your face, squeezing your reddened tits hard. with the warmth of your cunt washing over sunghoon's cock, he pushed his hips flushed against yours—pumping ropes of hot, thick semen inside of you, cock twitching as your contracted walls milked and drained him. 

all three of you moaned differently, you were practically crying and whimpering, muffled; wonyoung was just drowning in ecstasy; and sunghoon was groaning at how much he came for the second time. 

thankfully, wonyoung slowly lifted herself up—allowing you to catch your breath, chest heaving as air rushed back into your lungs. your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen. a trail of slick clung to your lips and chin, glistening under the dim bedroom light. your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy, only to see her staring down at you.

after ensuring he’s milked and painted your insides white, sunghoon slowly slipped out, a string of cum connecting your pussy to his tip and he watched as it spilled out of your fucked hole. he panted, swallowing the lump in his throat as he slowly caressed the red, flushed marks he’d left when he gripped your hips. 

“... baby?” softly, sunghoon called out to you, noticing the sudden stillness. your lashes fluttered shut, head rolling slightly to the side—oh, the exhaustion had taken you in an instant.

he cupped your cheek, thumb grazing over your damp, sweaty skin. “aw,” he chuckled softly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. your lips parted, breath shallow but steady. you’d simply burned yourself out. never again—never again. two of them at the same time.

“...is she okay?” wonyoung brushed strands of hair from your face. guilt tugged at her features even if you’d never blame her. her chest still heaved from her own high. sunghoon sighed and hummed, tension slowly bleeding out of him. he pulled the blanket and over your bare body—his too, and kind enough, tossed a part to wonyoung. 

“she’s just exhausted,” he muttered, more to himself. sunghoon ran his thumb over your flushed bottom lip. “she gets tired easily after sex, so,” he added, running his fingers through his hair. he glanced at wonyoung just briefly—and saw it—the look of love in her eyes. the kind he knew too well, because it was the same one he had on whenever he thought of you.

fuck… why do you have to be so… magnetic? why do you have to pull crazy people like wonyoung—and him—and make them love and crave you? if anything, it was sunghoon who was supposed to be insecure and afraid, not the other way around.

his jaw clenched, and he messed up his hair. “was that a reminder for my next time?” wonyoung hummed, still twirling your hair around her finger. sunghoon glared at her sharply and bitterly, giving her his middle finger. “you wish, fuck off.” 

the girl only chuckled, brushing your hair back from your hairline. “too late now, i think. our girlfriend wants me too.”

——

it’s weird how you couldn’t catch up on it fast enough.

since the beginning, sunghoon always thought how weird it was for wonyoung to treat you differently than how she would do to others. it’s strange how she was always softer, gentler around you. you claimed wonyoung laughed at his jokes, but it was everything you said that she laughed at. 

she would linger around you a little closer, looking at you a little too… lovey dovey between friends—? strangers? sunghoon didn’t even know who she was towards you, or what you were to her. 

the reason why sunghoon never understood why you had to be scared of wonyoung liking him was because it was never him who she had a crush on—it was you. 

he realised and confirmed it when he caught her stroking your hair when you fell asleep in the library. she looked at you the same way he did when sunghoon first got closer to you. 

that’s when he realised—fuck, she’s in love with you too. 

at one point sunghoon did contemplate on telling you, but that’d keep you on the edge of your toes and he didn’t want you to think of her. would you even believe him in the first place? that wonyoung likes women? he doubted you will. sunghoon was also not expecting for wonyoung to come clean and confess—but with that personality of hers, he probably should’ve seen it coming, or at least expected it. 

but it made you happy now, right? yeah it’s awkward and strange to share… his girlfriend with another girl he couldn’t really give a shit for… sunghoon tried to see it from a different light—at least it’s a girl. at least it’s wonyoung who’s smarter and wiser, and not some dumb useless asshole who could rip you away from him entirely, right?

if it had to be anyone, then fine. let it be her.

as long as sunghoon kept gaslighting himself that wonyoung was like your bestfriend… that had sex with each other sometimes—he’ll be fine. he hoped.

and at the end of the day, it’s sunghoon who first got to be with you, and eventually it would be him you’d carry children for. 

it’s fine. as long as it’s wonyoung—it’s fine.

——

nobody would’ve ever thought wonyoung liked girls. not even wonyoung herself.

the it girl—jang wonyoung… liked girls. she was supposed to like boys, wasn't she? supposed to be chased by handsome, tall, broad–shouldered, good grades, good future dudes and have a perfect family and husband.

but she liked girls instead! wonyoung thinks it rooted way back when she wished there was another girl like her. someone tall, poised, charming, beautiful—someone to match her from head to toe. men are annoying, the best kind of guy would probably be like… less than half of what she is. call it narcissism but, a girl just wanted the best for herself.

then you appeared—not like her at all—but exactly what she had been wishing for. you weren’t tall, shorter than most people wonyoung knew, not polished, or idolised by people. yet so warm in ways she could never be—they called her the ice princess, after all. you were clumsy unlike wonyoung’s perfect demeanour, and a little awkward.

yeah, sure—wonyoung could bend a room toward her orbit, but you… could bend her.

everything she said to sunghoon was her silent way of challenging him to prove to you that she was better than your boyfriend without knowing you’d taken that as her flirting with him. as if—! wonyoung knew that pigs would need to fly before the thought of breaking up with sunghoon (or the other way around) even occurred to either one of you, which was why she was okay with sharing. 

eh—she’d take what she could get. if she had to carve out her space in your relationship, then so be it. wonyoung was never a girl that was quick to give up, anyway. she’d make peace with sunghoon who was your world, by being your moon, so long as she got to orbit near you, the sun.

at the end of the day, what was there to complain about? you love sunghoon the same while loving her too. differently, of course. sunghoon’s a boyfriend, and wonyoung’s a girlfriend—two halves that couldn’t be measured against each other, two roles that only made sense and could be tolerated because it was them.

But today, the rules were testing both of you.

The library on the third floor was always your safe haven—quiet, dim, and far from the chaos of campus life. Especially from her.

Jang Wonyoung.

The girl everyone whispered about, the one who walked through the quad like the whole university was her runway. Popular, untouchable, with that sharp jawline, long legs, and a smile that could make half the student body weak.

No one knew she was yours.

And you made damn sure it stayed that way.

You two had rules: no glances in the hallway, no texts during class, no lingering near each other on campus. At school, you were strangers. Behind closed doors? You were completely, pathetically downbad for her.

You were tucked in the far corner, headphones on, pretending to study for your literature exam when a soft voice interrupted.

“Hey… Y/N, right?” A girl with shoulder-length hair and a confident grin slid into the seat across from you. She was from your psych class—Michaela, you thought. She’d been throwing flirty comments your way for weeks. “Mind if I join? I could use some company… and maybe your notes. I can't understand some lessons earlier.”

You gave her a polite smile, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh, sure. Notes are right here.” You slid your notebook over, keeping it casual. But Michaela leaned in closer than necessary, her fingers brushing yours as she pointed at something on the page.

“You smell really good, by the way,” she murmured, eyes sparkling. “And you’ve got this quiet-hot nerd thing going on. We should grab coffee sometime. My treat.”

Your cheeks heated. Before you could respond, a familiar presence filled the air. You didn’t even need to look up. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Wonyoung stood at the end of the aisle, books in her arms, her usual elegant composure cracking just enough for you to notice the fire in her eyes. She was in her signature oversized cardigan and pleated skirt, hair cascading perfectly over one shoulder. Heads turned. Of course they did. She was Wonyoung.

Michaela blinked, clearly surprised. “Oh… Wonyoung-sunbae? Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Y/N,” she said softly, voice sweet but edged with steel. “We need to talk. Now.”

Wonyoung’s gaze didn’t even flicker to Michaela.

It was locked on you.

That possessive glint—the one she only let out when you were alone—burned bright.

She stepped closer, ignoring the way Michaela’s mouth fell open as Wonyoung reached out and gently but firmly closed your notebook.

Michaela's eyes widened like she’d seen a ghost. “Wait… you two know each other? Like… know each other?”

You didn’t give Wonyoung the chance to answer. Your heart was hammering, a mix of panic and that dizzying thrill she always gave you. You shot up from your chair, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the emergency exit stairs at the back of the library. “Come on.”

“You let her touch you,” she hissed, eyes dark. One hand pinned your waist, the other tilting your chin up. “Flirting back like I wasn’t two shelves away watching every second.”

The door clicked shut behind you, cutting off the whispers. The stairwell was empty, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of old books and dust.

The second you were alone, Wonyoung spun you around, pressing you against the wall with a strength that made your knees weak.

When she pulled back, her lipstick was slightly smudged, and her breathing was ragged. “You’re mine, Y/N. Mine. I don’t care if the whole campus thinks I’m single. They don’t get to touch what’s mine.”

“I wasn’t—” Your protest died the moment her lips crashed into yours. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, claiming. Her body molded against yours, thigh slipping between your legs as she kissed you like she wanted to erase Michaela’s existence from your skin.

You melted instantly—god, you were so downbad for her it was embarrassing. A tiny whimper escaped your throat, and she swallowed it, deepening the kiss until you were breathless.

Your hands fisted in her cardigan, pulling her closer. “I know… I only want you, Wonnie. Always.” Your voice came out embarrassingly needy, but you didn’t care. You never did with her.

Wonyoung’s smirk was dangerous. “Good girl.”

She didn’t waste time. Her fingers slipped under your skirt, pushing your panties aside as she found you already soaked. “So wet for me already? Just from me getting a little jealous?” She circled your clit with expert pressure, making your hips jerk. You buried your face in her neck, biting down to muffle your moans as two long fingers slid inside you.

“F-fuck, Wonyoung…” You rocked against her hand, desperate, shameless. She pumped faster, curling just right, her thumb never leaving your swollen clit. The stairwell echoed with the wet sounds and your broken whimpers.

“Look at me,” she commanded. You obeyed, eyes glassy with lust. She was watching you fall apart like it was her favorite view in the world. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you gasped, thighs trembling. “Only you—ah—please…”

She kissed you again, possessive and filthy, as she pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm hit hard, waves crashing through you while she held you up, murmuring praises against your lips. “That’s it, baby. So perfect for me.”

You were still panting when she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her own mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum. Your face burned, but you couldn’t stop staring. Downbad didn’t even cover it.

Before you could drop to your knees and return the favor, the distant sound of footsteps echoed from below. Wonyoung fixed your skirt with careful hands, then cupped your face.

“Tonight. My dorm.” she whispered, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. “And if anyone flirts with you again… I won’t be so quiet about it.”

You nodded, heart full and body buzzing. As you both slipped back into the library through different doors, you caught Michaela’s stunned face from across the room. She looked like she’d just watched the impossible.

Let her stare.

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ᴬˡˢᵒ ᴵ ᶠᶦⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵃᵗ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ˢᵒ ˢʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ! ☺︎

The other members had stopped questioning why Wonyoung had always clung to you months ago.

The first time they noticed it, it was just tiny things.

Wonyoung sitting next you during every schedule. No matter what.

Her hand reaching for yours whenever you two walked anywhere together. How her head almost always ended up resting on your shoulder during long van drives to said schedules.

How she had absentmindedly played with your fingers as she scrolled through her phone. It had become so normal between you two that nobody even commented or teased you on it anymore.

Well sometimes...

"...You two are attached by an invisible string." Yujin said one day as she watched Wonyoung follow you around the dorm like a sad puppy.

You had let out a little giggle at your older friend's words but Wonyoung just gave her a slight glare. She glared because she wished it was true.

To her being your best friend was the greatest and the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

It was great because she got to hug you tightly in her arms whenever she wanted. She got to hear your sweet, honey laugh every day. She got to be the cause of that laugh too.

She knew your coffee order by heart, knew which side of the bed you preferred to sleep on.

She knew your nose formed little wrinkles whenever you smiled too hard. She knew your favorite flowers, your favorite movie, favorite hoodie. She knew absolutely everything there was about you.

But... she wasn't your girlfriend and that meant that every time another person smiled at you... she noticed.

Every single compliment.

Every stare that lingered a bit too long to just be friendly.

Every interaction that was seemingly harmless.

She noticed all of it and she hated herself for caring so much.

"You look really pretty today." She heard one of the makeup artists whispering to you. They smiled warmly at you after finishing a small touch-up.

Your face lit up at the compliment, "Really? Thank youu!"

Wooyoungs smile dropped ever so slightly across the room.

Pretty? Obviously.

You were pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking.

According to Wonyoung there weren't enough adjectives to describe your beauty. But having heard someone else say it out loud made an unpleasant feeling twist inside her heart.

She quickly pulled her gaze away from the scene before anyone could notice.

"...Wonyoung?" Your voice cut through the silence in the room.

"Hm?" She hummed in response, her fingers toying with her shirt.

"You've been awfully quiet." You murmured being a bit concerned for your bubbly friend. Not used to her being so quiet with you.

"I'm just tired." She said quickly and started her vocal warm up so you won't continue questioning her.

She lied.

It seemingly only got worse during music show recordings.

You were an MC this time around and your fellow co-star complimented your outfit. Your stylist commenting on how cute you looked with the group's new concept as they fixed your hair.

Another idol stopping you in the hallway to tell you how big of a fan they were and liked your smile.

To Wonyoung each of those interactions felt like another paper cut. They were tiny and harmless but with them growing, her heart stung constantly.

"Wonyo." You whispered as you poked at her arm, "Earth to Wonyoung..."

She blinked as she regained her focus, "Huh?" You giggled at her confused state, "You've been staring at me."

She looked away from you, deciding the ground suddenly deserved her focus, "... Sorry"

You saw as she avoided your gaze, "You okay?" She almost immediately smiled as she nodded her head, "Of ccourse!"

A minor frown appeared on your lips, "You know I can tell when you're lying." A laugh almost left her lips as she took in your words.

Of course you could. She was your best friend, you knew her better than anyone ever will. If only you knew the reason why she lied.

Wonyoung had become even clingier without even realizing.

Sitting down next to almost immediately whenever you sat down. If you stood up and walked away somewhere, she would somehow end up right beside you once again.

Her fingers already intertwined with yours. Her head resting on your shoulder like always as her arm looped through yours.

The other members would send knowing glances to each other as Liz whispered, "... She's nesting." Leeseo would dramatically nod her head, agreeing with Liz, "Very much so..."

Wonyoung's voice made them stop with their conversation, "What are you whispering about?"

Gaeul awkwardly said as she avoided Wonyoung's gaze, "Nothing.", before Rei followed with, "Definitely nothing."

Wonyoung narrowed her eyes at her members as you simply laughed at the action.

One day the group was busy filming a behind-the-scene vlog for your M Countdown performance.

At some point you wandered into another group's waiting room to greet an old friend. Your friend pulled you immediately into a tight hug. Wonyoung had looked away from you for only five seconds.

Five seconds and when she looked back towards you, you were laughing. She saw as your friend still had an arm around you, "..."

Her jaw tightened at the sight. She knew she was being ridiculous, she was your friend.

That was all.

But still why did she have to hug you that tightly.

Leeseo noticed the small pained look on Wonyoung's face, "You alright?"

She only hummed in response, not really feeling like talking as she pressed her lips into a thin line.

"You don't look alright." Leeseo said as she tried to see at what or who Wonyoung was glaring at.

"I'm fine." She said annoyed her gaze not leaving you for a second. Leeseo finally noticed where gaze was focused on, "Oh."

The sight of you with your friend made her understand, "... You're jealous."

Wonyoung's eyes immediately snapped to her, "I am not!" Leeseo laughed at her denial, finding it very amusing, "You absolutely are!"

Wonyoung huffed as she murmured, "I'm just..."

A small silence followed after she spoke. Leeseo giving her a smug look, "..."

"..."

"I wanted to hug her first." Wonyoung pouted, her cheeks slightly puffing up with air.

A sympathetic smile appeared on Leeseo expression as she looked at her pouty friend, "That's...kind of adorable."

Wonyoung whined and buried her face in her hands, "It isn't." Leeseo reasoned with her, "It really is."

Later that day you practically skipped over to her, "Wonyoung!" A big smile spread across your face, "There you are."

You tightly wrapped your arms around her waist without any warning. Her brain nearly completely shut down at your touch on her skin, "..."

You rested your cheek on her shoulder, "...hii," you glanced up at her, "... I missed you." It was three simple words that made her nearly melt into the floor beneath her.

"You...you were gone for twenty minutes." Wonyoung scoffed a little at you suddenly being the clingy one. You hugged her even tighter, "I know!"

A small smirk formed on your lips, "I still missed you."

Wonyoung couldn't understand how you could say something like that so casually.

That same night you two were cuddled up on the living room couch. Your legs were tangled up together with your head resting against hers.

The TV was now mostly background noise as neither of you were really watching whatever was playing. "...Can I ask something?"

You tilted your head slightly to look at her, "Always"

Wonyoung nodded and continued, "... Do you..." You saw as she hesitated, "...Do you ever think people flirt with you?"

You blinked at her words, "... Huh?" She quickly brushed off her question, "Never mind."

You moped as she looked away from you, "No, tell me..."

A small, raspy sigh left her, " Today..." she looked back to you, "... Your friend."

You had a curious expression spread all over your face, " What about her?"

Wonyoung slightly sulked at the memory, "She hugged you."

You whispered a questioning,"...Yeah?"

"And..." she hesitated again before continuing, "She complimented your smile."

You laughed a little at her confession, "So?" She copied your word, dragging it out a little, " Soo..."

You stayed quiet, trying to think of something to say, "..."

Wonyoung slightly freaked out as you stayed silent, "... Nothing." She said it quickly as she started to overthink her words.

You just looked at her, really stared at her. Then you connected the dots and everything clicked in place, "... Wait..."

Wonyoung froze as she heard you, "...You're jealous." Wonyoung's eyes widened and her mouth opened as if to say something but nothing came out, "..."

You found her expression quite adorable. Wonyoung frowned and looked away, "...No."

You tried to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you said with a fake stern tone, "Wonyoung."

She whined out, "I'm not."

"You are."

"I just..." she paused before continuing, "...maybe a little."

A gentle smile formed on your lips, it made her heart ache. You found her eyes with yours, "You know she has a boyfriend, right?"

Wonyoung's eyes light up a little at your words, "...Oh."

You continued with, "And she's literally friends with both of us."

"...Oh, yeah."

Neither of you spoke for a good minute before she mumbled again, "...I'm still jealous."

Her words made you laugh so hard that your stomach started hurting. She frowned at your laugh, thinking you're not taking her seriously, "I'm serious!"

"I know!"

She sulked again, her lips forming a mini heart, "It's not funny!"

You gazed at her, "It kind of is." Wonyoung murmured, "I can't help it..."

You gave her a knowing smile, "I know." She continued with, "You get compliments all the time."

You looked slightly confused with her words but you let her continue, "You smile at everyone." You nodded, "I do."

"You hug everyone."

"I don't." You protested instantly with a shocked tone in your voice. Like you almost found the comment offensive for some odd reason.

Wonyoung looked at you, eyes blinking, "...You don't?"

You shook your head at her, "I hug you."

"..."

You thought about what to say, "And the other members, sometimes."

Wonyoung nodded at that and a small rosy blush appeared on her cheek at your next words, "But mostly you."

Her heart fluttered and her stomach tightened. "You know why?" You asked her softly as she carefully looked at you and asked why.

"Because you're my favourite person." The room felt all of the sudden very quiet. The TV noise completely ignored by you both.

Wonyoung quietly asked, "...Favourite?"

You hummed in response, you couldn't stop the smile from forming on your expression anymore, "I'd choose you every time."

You couldn't tear your eyes away from her, "If I had a bad day, I'd want you."

"If I had good news, I'd tell you first."

"If I wanted a hug..." dramatically you opened your arms as you said, "...I'd look for you."

You saw as Wonyoung's eyes started getting teary. "...Don't."

She whined and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. You curiously looked at her, slightly teasing her, "Don't what?"

She looked at you, "Say things like that." "Why?"

Wonyoung gasped out, "...Because you'll make me cry."

Your smile softened almost immediately, "Oh."

Wonyoung shyly looked at you as she finally spoke again. Her voice was so soft, barely above a whisper, "...I think I'm in love with you."

The words escaped her lips before she could stop them. The silence that followed felt like it would never come to an end.

"..."

"..."

"... I'm sorry." She immediately pulled away from you, "I shouldn't have-"

You gently took her wrist in your grasp, "Wony." She nodded her head, "I know..."

You shook your head, "Noo-" Her voice interrupted you, "I don't want to make things weird."

"Wonyoung!" She finally looked up to see you smiling brightly at her. It wasn't a awkward or nervous smile. It made her nervous to hold your gaze. So she avoided it as best as she could, but it was just so... soft, "I was wondering how long it'd take you."

Wonyoung's head snapped back to you, surprised by your words,"... What?"

You laughed a little at her shocked expression, "You make heart eyes at me every day."

She pouted as you called her out, "I do not..." You sighed, "You literally glare at people for complimenting me."

"..."

"You cuddle me every chance you get..."

"..."

"You pout when someone else steals my attention from you..."

Wonyoung groaned as she covered her face in embarrassment, "... Was I really that obvious?" You laughed at her little whine, "So obvious..."

She made a little squeaky sound, "I'm never recovering from this..." You admired her as you spoke up, "I don't think you need to."

"... Whyy?" Instead of answering her, you gently leaned forward carefully and pecked her lips. You felt as her entire body froze, "I like you too."

Wonyoung didn't say anything, "..." Complete silence overflowing the dorm room.

"... Wonyoung?" Nothing. "Did you die?" Still nothing.

"I think I broke her..." You whispered to yourself.

Your body shook a little as Wonyoung buried her entire face in the crook of your neck. She let out the cutest whine you've ever heard from her, "I've waited so long..."

On an instant you wrapped your arms around her, "I know." You listened as she continued, "I was so scared..."

Her hold on you was impossibly tight as if she let go you might disappear into thin air. " You have no idea how much I wanted this."

As you heard her words you smiled into her hair, "I think I do..."

What you both didn't see was Yujin peeking into the living room, "Finally.."

Liz, standing next to her nodded with the biggest smile, "Took them long enough."

"Idiots.."

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢!!ᰔᩚ

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ᵕ̈

ᴸᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʚɞ

❀ CHAPTERS ❀

for as long as you’ve known your step sister, which would be two years now, all she has done for you are good things. she helps you around the house, was quick to befriend you and get you comfortable around her father (your stepdad) and herself, made the effort to get along with your mother, and has treated you like family way more than some other immediate blood relatives of yours did. there was no doubt that you couldn’t ask for a better older sister than jang wonyoung, and she continues to prove that the more she hangs out with you!

wonyoung has done a lot of favors for you—some you didn’t even ask for. she didn’t have to make so much time in her schedule just to show you around the city after you and your mother officially moved in with her and her father, but she did. she didn’t have to become your personal campus tour guide when you enrolled at your new college (that she also attended), but she did. she didn’t have to throw a surprise birthday party for you in your first year of being sisters, but she did! you like to tell wonyoung that you would love to give back to everything she has done for you, but she always told you that it wasn’t necessary because she was just fulfilling her role as your older sister.

and today, you just so happen to need her god-given older sister wisdom and guidance… for a cute date! as soon as your crush turned a corner after you’ve agreed to have her take you out on a date in the coming weekend, you immediately turned around and pulled out your phone, texting your reliable older sister.

sliding your phone inside one of your pockets, you started leaving the building with a skip in your step. the hallways were silent with only muffled chatter and the thought of shin ryujin accompanying you on your way out. you blushed as you remembered her vibrant smile when you said ‘yes’ to her date proposal—it looked like she had been nervous before she asked you and was very relieved that you didn’t turn her down. but in what world would you have rejected her, anyway? she was your dream girl! and ever since your first date together, which was only three weeks ago, you have been wanting to see her again.

the two of you have only been texting and chatting in the halls regularly but being in different programs made it hard for either of you to make time. not to mention the nerves! you had no idea if ryujin wanted to go on a date with you again even when you knew full well that she enjoyed her last one with you. it was wonyoung who cleared you of your doubts and worries, told you that if ryujin wasn’t stupid she would absolutely want to be with you, and she was even the one who gave you good advice on how to initiate something she calls ‘the first-date skinship’! it was only wonyoung’s natural big-sister-instinct to want to help you with your second date, and you really couldn’t have asked for a better guide!

arriving at the parking lot, you spotted wonyoung in the sea of cars, leaning on her own sleek, cherry red chevy as she reapplied some gloss on her plump lips. you noticed that she was strangely glammed up on a tuesday where you knew her classes were fairly boring and totally not worth all the effort of looking decent, let alone fabulous. she must have plans—besides taking you out shopping, that is. she spots you once you were halfway across the lot, and her smile lights up the entire area, in your eyes anyway. 

you happily walked faster until you were right in front of her, “hi, unnie!” you greeted with a sweet smile that she returned with a pinch of your cheek.

“hey there, lovergirl. you look so happy! it’s cute,” wonyoung spots how your cheeks flushed. surely enough she now knows about how you kept thinking about ryujin on the walk towards this place, and speaking of the devil, she followed your gaze to the car a few spots away from her own, where ryujin and a few of her best friends were standing and chatting comfortably around in. as if she sensed that someone was staring at her, ryujin turns her head and locks eyes with you. you froze up, both embarrassed and terrified that you were caught practically drooling over your crush by… your crush! it was only when wonyoung subtly nudged you that you managed to give ryujin a shy wave, which the latter returned just as shyly and got teased by her friends for it. “oh wow, you two are so into each other.” wonyoung laughed as you turned away from ryujin with burning hot cheeks.

“i’m happy i trusted you and didn’t let my preconceived notions of her stop you from going on that first date. she seems like a good egg. now, anyway.” wonyoung says as she subtly studies ryujin. a once drop-out, repeater of classes, and a reputation for being the token ‘player’ of her little group… wonyoung had all the right to doubt ryujin when you first told her that you had a crush on her. it didn’t help that ryujin looked the part of a player too! even wonyoung herself thought that little smirk of hers was quite charming, but after hearing all of the things you said about ryujin and how she treated you so kindly… well, wonyoung had to give her a chance!

and clearly, shin ryujin did not disappoint.

“if this second date goes well, i’ll properly introduce you both. if you’d like! it doesn’t look like it but you guys have similar interests and i think you’ll get along well.” you said, immediately getting reminded of how much you talked about your perfect wonyoung-unnie to ryujin on that first date. thinking about it now was embarrassing, but it made your heart skip a beat when you remember how ryujin didn’t seem to mind anything ‘strange’ that you did. she just looked happy to be hanging out with you! oh, you could fall in love, really.

“whoa there, maybe save the introductions when you’ve been dating for at least two months.” wonyoung teased, smiling widely at how you just ducked into the passenger seat to avoid eye contact with her. wonyoung sits herself down in the driver’s seat, more than happy to let you hog the speakers with your music while she checks herself one last time in her mirrors.

“ah, do you have a date, unnie?” you asked, your eyes carefully studying your step sister’s every facial feature. in your eyes, jang wonyoung was the definition of ‘flawless’. perfect face, perfect body, perfect personality, perfect heart, perfect lips… sometimes you envied her, but every time you voiced out some of your insecurities to her, she would tell you to be quiet and that you’re perfect in her eyes. you appreciated her greatly because of that and she has increased your confidence in every aspect of yourself! add ‘perfect older sister’ in that list.

“oh, god no,” wonyoung says as she slowly pulls out of her spot. she waves at a couple students that were walking by, and you even spot some who waved at you as well. you returned their greetings with a sweet smile before wonyoung completely drove away from the parking lot, but she of course gave you some sweet seconds to wave at ryujin again before speeding off laughing. “why? did you think i would take you shopping not looking decent?” she asked.

“if your ‘decent’ looks like a pageant entry, then i’m afraid to find out what mine is.” you grumbled. it was almost an unhealthy habit of yours to nitpick your appearance, but wonyoung was quick to make all of that go away.

“yours is winning the pageant in question, of course.” wonyoung said. her words laced with nothing but sincerity, it made you smile.

“i appreciate the lie, unnie.” you replied, laughing.

wonyoung whines, “i don’t lie, (y/n)-ah. you know this!”

the ride to the nearest outlet mall was filled with casual chatter and laughs. you tried to convince wonyoung to go to a less… well, expensive mall but she insisted that it was the perfect time to spend her allowance! and then you begged her not to spend her money on you, and she blissfully ignored you. ever the doting one she is. the entire time you sat on that passenger seat, you were fixing your makeup using the little mirror in the visor, grumbling when you noticed how ‘off’ you looked with how your makeup had worn off throughout the day. and so you get to ‘fixing’ your appearance, but not before noticing that wonyoung’s eyes kept drifting from the road to you.

“what, unnie?”

you hear wonyoung hum, “nothing. you know you don’t need too much of that, right…? you’re so pretty.”

“i’m not about to go into a mall for rich kids with my gorgeous older sister looking like i just woke up from hibernation.” you joked, giggling when wonyoung scoffs and shakes her head.

“trust me. you’re more beautiful than you think.” wonyoung pinches your cheek and before you could deny or say anything back, she speeds off into the highway, giving you no choice but to sit back and relax. you already knew that wonyoung was going to be the one to dress you up for the entirety of this little outing so you didn’t waste your brainpower trying to think of any outfits to put together. instead, you opted to stare at the clouds with ryujin in your head, accompanied by a lovesick smile on your face which was made worse because of the romantic songs playing through the speakers.

once you arrived at the outlet mall, wonyoung wasted no time and took you by the hand before tugging you towards clothing stores that had prices worth more than you think they deserve for being merely… well, clothing.

“u-unnie, this is way too expensive for a skirt! please, i do not need this!” you said after nearly fainting looking at the price tag of a cute, frilly black skirt that wonyoung picked out for you.

“i told you already: don’t worry about it. and less talking, more looking!” wonyoung puts the skirt in a bag, moving on to a rack of some if the prettiest blouses you have ever seen. from the colors to the material—it was all very rich, and you haven’t even included the prices there!

“so! what kind of outfit would you like to wear for this date? preppy? cutesy? maybe even sexy?” wonyoung teased with a smirk. you blushed madly at the suggestion, looking away to hide your cheeks as well as your burning ears. “aww, baby, you think about ryujin in that way? how adorable!” wonyoung laughs.

“have you seen her in the engineering building? she’s so attractive when she’s all serious and focused…” you said with a dreamy sigh. you developed the peculiar habit of taking a long stroll around the campus whenever you had spare time and you just so happened to always walk by ryujin’s classroom on your routes. once in a while you’d see her—nose glued to her notebook or listening to the lecture with great focus… and it really was sexy of her! and now here’s a fun fact: the two of you actually met on one of your first walks around the campus, where you got lost in the engineering building and ryujin had been conveniently running late to class.

you asked her for directions but she insisted that she escort you back to your own lecture hall, and the rest, as they say, is history! every time you think about it, butterflies invade your stomach and turn you into a blushing mess.

“come on, try some of these on.” wonyoung leads you to a lavish (and huge) dressing room that looks like a monster made of pink goo puked all over it. nevertheless, wonyoung takes a seat in one of the puffy, pretty ridiculously pink armchairs and nods at the privacy screen, expecting you to put on a whole fashion show for her. you felt intimidated by wonyoung, but not the kind where you would tuck your tail in between your legs and hide like you usually did with other people that mildly scared you. this kind of intimidation just made you want to impress her—make her proud, almost.

and what would you be if you were not a people-pleaser?!

so you hid behind the privacy screen and stared at the four pretty outfits that wonyoung had arranged for you; they were all pastel-colored outfits. you didn’t have a problem, of course, but you did wonder if you could ever pull it off as flawlessly as wonyoung did. on your last date with ryujin, you wore a sundress embroidered with flowers, petals, and leaves along with a cute hat, one of wonyoung’s expensive purses, and bejeweled mary janes—the outfit made ryujin unable to make eye contact with you for ten minutes until she finally got the courage to tell you how pretty you looked. adorable, but what if she doesn’t think the same on this second date?

shaking your head, you decided to trust your sister.

the mini fashion show was enlightening! seeing wonyoung’s face light up with amusement and joy every time you walked out of the privacy screen with a shy look on your face made you a bit less embarrassed of yourself. wonyoung would sometimes ask you to do a little twirl for her and would giggle sweetly at you when you do what she says even though your face was beet red. regardless of how you felt bashful about being your older step sister’s living doll, you enjoyed everything. you ended up picking an outfit that you really liked too!

“there are ways we can make this look a hundred times better!” wonyoung says, approaching you with a smile on her face. she gets real close to you, making you freeze on your spot and stare at her right in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights. her perfume was so sweet, voice so smooth as if it was made of silk, lips so full, plump, and pink that it was alluring. your breath catches in your throat when wonyoung lifts her hands slightly, undoing the ribbon of your blouse and then tying it back again—prettier this time. you couldn’t help your wandering eyes; you stared at her lips for too long! you hoped to the gods above that she didn’t notice.

(she did.)

“i’ll teach you how to tie your ribbon all cute when it’s date day. oh, and also raise this up a bit,” wonyoung lowers her hand, tucking both her thumbs underneath the waistband of your skirt and pulling your skirt up a bit. you don’t know what kind of sound nearly left your mouth when her cold fingers touched your warm skin but you were so fucking glad that it never came out. “for easier access.” wonyoung whispers with a suggestive wink.

you blushed wildly, “oh, unnie! ryujin’s the sweetest gentlewoman, please don’t put that in my head.” you promptly moved away from wonyoung, opting to stand in front of the full body mirror instead to observe your appearance. with a little bit of light makeup and some accessories, you’d look really cute. you were glad wonyoung was here to offer her expertise, or else you would’ve been panicking trying to find a decent outfit the night before the big day. both you and wonyoung ogle over your adorable outfit before you go back to wearing your regular clothes, realizing that you might like shopping and scourging for outfits more than you thought.

at the cash register, you still insisted on at least paying for half of the payments required for the outfit but wonyoung refused again. “keep this up and i’m going to have to lock your cards myself just to make it stick to you that i want to pay for everything.” wonyoung then pinches your nose and happily slips the receipt into the paper bag before gingerly walking out of the store with you following close behind. at least she allowed you to carry the bag, but that was only because she wanted to loop her arm around yours and tug you everywhere.

for the rest of your time at that outlet mall, you spent most of it window shopping and trying to stop wonyoung from buying you pricey things that you did not ask for. you managed to prevent her from getting you a shiny watch, some sleek heels, and fancy pieces of clothing that were too rich for your little closet, but you couldn’t say no to her when she brought up the wonderful idea of getting matching bracelets. wonyoung’s joy was contagious; it made you so happy to see her smile when you allowed her to put the bracelet on you. it was just another great day of hanging out with her, but the fun didn’t stop there!

“so, tonight! you, me, in my room, a pint of ice cream, iconic romcoms, and planning out your second date. sound good?” wonyoung asks once she had her car parked on the driveway. you nodded eagerly, taking a bite out of the donut in your hand before tidying yourself up. wonyoung wipes a filling off the top of your lips and licks it off her thumb, chuckling lightly at your bewildered expression before exiting her car. you blinked, and asked yourself just why did you think it was so… ‘hot’ of her to do that? shaking your head, you followed after your step sister, closing the car door gently and jogging up to the front porch of the jang family mansion.

the mansion was as posh and lavish as one would expect from the jangs; from the fine pieces of paintings, sculptures, and figures scattered all over the house to the intricately-detailed wallpapers and the expensive furniture. it was way too big for one family of four, three dramatic cats, and two live-in housekeepers but it was home.

“hi, unnies!” wonyoung excitedly greets the chipper housekeepers, giving them hugs and kisses. you stood idly behind them all, waiting as wonyoung chatted with them. “mmh… that smells really good. but why are you guys cooking a bit early tonight?” wonyoung asked.

“ah, sir jang or madam (l/n) hasn’t mentioned it yet?” the older one of the housekeepers, sunhee, said. you and wonyoung exchanged a quick look with each other, making you grab your phone just to take a quick peek to confirm that no, neither your stepfather or mother have texted you about any interesting event that’s supposed to occur tonight. “both of them are inviting some friends of theirs over for dinner. and they’re expecting you young’uns to join them!”

your smile drops slightly. not because you didn’t want to join the big dinner but because your little plan with wonyoung might have to be canceled depending on how long the dinner would be. seeing this, the younger housekeeper, norae, was quick to try and lift your spirits back up. “i’m sure it’s not anything too serious! nothing to be concerned about.” she smiles kindly at you and relief was evident in her face when you smile back, warm from the reassurance. afterwards, sunhee decided to go back to the kitchen but norae insisted on helping you and wonyoung with your bags.

“one day i’m going drag you and sunhee-unnie along to my bi-weekly shopping sprees. it’ll be so fun.” wonyoung tells norae as the three of you struggled climbing the staircases with shopping bags in your hands. while the two older girls get lost in their conversation, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and your heart jumps at the thought of it being ryujin. she did tell you that she would tell you more about the date she has planned so you wouldn’t be too nervous about it. how considerate of her! you paused on top of the staircases to look at your phone, and you were correct!”

“come on, lover girl, don’t fall off the stairs,” wonyoung teased, her head peeking out from the corner of the hallway. “sorry, unnie. she has another hot date this weekend so she’s a bit… distracted.” wonyoung winks at the young housekeeper before laughing at how you blushed at her statement. shoving your phone in your pocket, you grabbed your bags and made a beeline towards your room, ignoring wonyoung’s giggles and norae’s calls for details. you thanked norae for her help with your bags before bidding your older sister a short goodbye—you had a ‘formal’ dinner to get ready for! and you wanted to see if you can glam yourself up without wonyoung’s help this time.

however, instead of going straight into the showers like you intended to, you decided to crash right onto your bed! ryujin didn’t seem to be camping in your messages anymore, possibly occupied with something. a shame since you wanted to chat with her just to know more about her so you wouldn’t be a total bore to talk to on your second date with her. beyond the cool girl persona, there was a not-so-hidden softness in ryujin that she doesn’t really allow just anyone to see and maybe it was her infatuation with you, but you were one of those people that she let see her adorable side.

for example! once in a while you would find three daisies taped to your locker with a small sticky note that had only a cute heart and ‘ryu’ signed at the bottom of the paper. on one of those days where ryujin pulled that stunt, wonyoung had been with you and you got such a big teasing from her that you had to pretend that the cute gesture didn’t affect you as much. every time ryujin gave you daisies you always made sure to take them home and appreciate them a little more before their time was up, and because of ryujin, you found yourself liking the flower so much that even your phone case was designed with daisies.

you hadn’t been able to get the look of awe in ryujin’s face when she noticed your new and shiny daisy phone case one day and you swore that when her face lit up with a bright smile, you had fallen in love.

you turned to your side and started scrolling through ryujin’s instagram page. you’ve probably seen every post at this point but you would never get tired of seeing her face… plus her pictures were pretty cool, okay?! you wondered who took them—maybe chaeryeong? you always knew they were pretty close, almost like sisters. as you scrolled through your crush’s feed, it started to get… warm. shin ryujin was simply too handsome for her own good; who could blame you for staring obsessively at a certain pic that you liked for so long that you didn't even notice your own hand slipping underneath the waistband of your pants and feeling your own clothed core?

rubbing the fabric of your underwear against your clit, you whimpered and pressed your face against your pillows as a means to suppress your noises. it would be a nightmare if anybody in the house hears you. they may not tease you as it would be embarrassing for everybody, but just the thought of the kind housekeepers and your very own step sister hearing you like this… well, it makes you want to pack your bags and move out. and so you bit the pillowcase and sighed blissfully at the pleasure, sliding your fingers past your underwear and squirming at the contact made with your bare clit. you were doing well for a while with only soft whimpers, heavy breathing, and sharp intakes of breath leaving your mouth, although every time you pressed on your clit too hard a slightly louder whine would slip out and you would have to bite harder.

you started to think about the possibility of your second date ending a bit… differently compared to your first one. what if instead of a sweet kiss on the cheek after ryujin drops you off to the gates of the mansion, you’d be underneath her? a helpless, moaning mess on her bed as she feasts herself on your cunt with her adorable eyes latched onto yours and calling you all the names you like and singing your praises? the thought makes a shiver run down your spine, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body even though you were doing the bare minimum at the moment.

you blame wonyoung for all of this. it was all innocent until she brought up the idea of you potentially dressing sexy for ryujin on your date. now fucking with her was all you can think about. feeling her skin against yours, her hands on you, her lips kissing you until every inch of your skin was covered with her marks, and to feel her own core in your hand…

“mmhn… god, wonyoung-unnie…”

your eyes snap open and all of your movements halted.

wonyoung? your step sister that was right across the door of your own room?

oh, god. you feel sick.

out of all the days you had to acknowledge these forbidden and super fucking weird underlying attraction you had for wonyoung, it had to be today—days away from your dream date with your crush. you can’t even defend yourself by saying that ‘nobody can blame you for being attracted to an admittedly attractive woman’ when the woman in question is your family! you felt disgusted with yourself, and the desire to catapult yourself out of your window only becomes stronger when you imagined wonyoung’s disappointed face in your head. she was scolding you… and it turned you on to an immense degree.

fuckfuckfuck, no!! bad (y/n)!!

immediately, you cleaned up your hand and did everything in your power to forget about what just happened. absolutely no one can know that you had pictured yourself getting intimate with wonyoung and that you moaned her name out loud while you were touching yourself! 

after choosing a decent outfit for the dinner, you headed straight into the bathroom to have a nice, long shower that you hoped would wash away all the thoughts you had in your head about ryujin, the date, and most importantly, wonyoung.

you don’t know why it was so hard for you to make your way down the stairs after you have been called to do so by your mother… until you were met with your step sister’s back at the bottom of the stairs. wonyoung had been waiting for you, refusing to enter the dining area without you (since she knew that if she leaves you to yourself, you would walk into the area with cold hands and shaking legs. and she knew you wouldn’t let yourself live that down). thankfully, as mentioned before, her back was turned to you so she wasn’t aware of your presence yet. and then you found yourself torn in between two paths: act like you didn’t ‘accidentally’ masturbate to the thought of her and that your life is merry and happy, or completely avoid interacting with her throughout the night.

the second option was a death trap, of course. knowing wonyoung, she wouldn’t let up until you spat out what was bothering you. especially if it involved herself. so you crossed that out immediately and found yourself in great peril. unfortunately, you didn’t have the luxury to practice your fake smiles and faux enthusiasm as wonyoung took a glance behind herself and finally saw you, flashing you a radiant smile before beckoning you over.

when you reach the last step, wonyoung loops her arm around yours and pulls you close, “what took you so long? and why do you look so scared?” she asked, chuckling at your peculiar state.

it totally wasn’t because of the alluring perfume that she was wearing and how her glossy, red lips were so inviting.

“unnie, you know i-i’m not good with people… especially mom and mr. jang’s friends. they always have such high expectations…” you muttered, opting to look at the lively dining area just to avoid wonyoung’s stare.

“expectations that you don’t have any problem meeting already because you’re amazing. stop downplaying yourself, (y/n)-ah. i’m gonna get really angry.” wonyoung pinched your cheek and laughed at how you scrunched up your face in pain. unexpectedly, wonyoung dives right in and gives you a kiss on the cheek that she pinched, making you stiffen on the spot.

“oh, crap,” wonyoung notices that she left a barely faint kiss mark on your cheek. “free blush for you, i guess?” wonyoung says as she wipes away the lipstick gently. you were hoping that she would just ignore how you have completely gone non-verbal because of her actions. and god forbid, she notices how you’ve clenched your thighs together in an attempt to stop that feeling in your core from getting stronger. this was so, so wrong.

“come on, now. it’s only mr. and mrs. naoi with mrs. ahn and mrs. kim—we’ve met them before and we’re schoolmates with their kids, remember?” wonyoung starts tugging you towards the dining table where your mother and stepfather as well as their friends have already settled down while norae and sunhee present the food they have cooked at the table. you hear the adults laughing about mr. ahn and mr. kim’s absence before their conversation was cut short due to your and wonyoung’s appearance. you felt small under the gazes of the accomplished people in the room, with your mother being one of them no less, until you feel wonyoung’s hand touch the back of your waist for support.

“good evening.” the two of you said at the same time, greeting the other adults with a sweet smile before giving your parents hugs and kisses on the cheeks. you were sitting in between your mother and wonyoung, facing the gentleness and warmth of mrs. kim who sat across from you. with a few more greetings exchanged and a brief ‘thank you’ to the housekeepers, the dinner officially started.

it turns out that you didn’t have much to worry about. it was mostly the parents that talked about their businesses and some anecdotes that happened in their respective workplaces, sometimes they asked about wonyoung’s studies, about your studies, and your love lives. both you and wonyoung denied being in a relationship even though you knew how glaringly obvious it was that you had been thinking about a certain engineering student. both your stepfather and mother exchanged a knowing glance upon seeing your red ears—you had told them about ryujin just a few days before you went on that first date with her, and from the looks of it, they seemed fine with you seeing people and going on dates.

it was mostly wonyoung that they all talked to, being the older between you two and they knew her better than they did you. it was fascinating to watch how wonyoung seemed to fit right in; she spoke with so much confidence that it intimidated you. at least you got to hear about her mysterious biological older sister. the one you haven’t exactly met yet if you don’t count seeing her in pictures and having to briefly wave at her through wonyoung’s phone screen when they had been video calling one time. you were more than content to just sit there and eat your food along with occasionally acknowledging and chatting a little bit when you were being talked to. even that proved to be a challenge.

especially when wonyoung’s piercing gaze made your hair stand on end, but you can’t think about that for too long or else you’ll malfunction where you sat.

when the dinner finished and your mother and stepfather have gone outside to send their friends home, you and wonyoung decided to help the housekeepers collect the dishes. you both insisted that you helped them wash it and clean up the entire dining area in general but they refused, saying that it’s already pretty late in the evening and that the two of you should just head to bed. you wanted to persist, but wonyoung takes a hold of your arm and starts tugging you towards the staircases. god, after you did what you did earlier, you really thought that you shouldn’t be alone with her at all. who knows what you might say? what you might do?

the two of you climbed up the staircases in silence. every step weighed heavily in your heart, and seeing the wide smile on wonyoung’s face, thinking that she was going to have another fun night hanging out with her only younger sister, broke you even more. you just had to utter her name that time, didn’t you?

it wasn’t until you had stopped in front of wonyoung’s bedroom door that you finally decided to speak. “u-um, unnie… shopping kind of wore me out earlier so i think i’m going to have to skip movie night,” you said these words while looking elsewhere, not having it in yourself to try to look at wonyoung in the eyes and lie to her face. “i’m sorry. i know you were looking forward to it.”

wonyoung wasn’t stupid. you knew that she knew something was truly wrong and that you weren’t planning on telling her about it anytime soon, but of course, it would be quite intrusive of her to push you into telling her everything, so she doesn’t question you. wonyoung merely caresses your hair and pats your back softly, “it’s okay, (y/n)-ah. we can do it some other time.” she said. you didn’t like how sure she sounded, because you knew that if wonyoung were to ask to have some time alone with you in the foreseeable future, you would have to decline.

when you parted ways with her and she finally disappeared behind her door, you stared at your own for a quick minute, immediately regretting your decisions but finding it useless to take it all back. what were you going to do? tell wonyoung that you were only momentarily freaked out because you touched yourself to the thought of her? no. it was much, much better to live with the intent to carry that secret to your grave than facing it.

you went to bed with unsettling feelings bubbling from the pit of your stomach that night and unbeknownst to you, your mistake was going to be much, much harder to forget.

it really hurts you to continuously avoid wonyoung for days on end. it was always terrible when it was daytime considering she’s driving you to school everyday. she would put on her music and try to start conversations with you, only for you to abruptly end it with mere hums, nods, and short answers. you couldn’t look at her when you have been struggling to get that pretty face of hers out of your head for days—at night, in your dreams and in the morning, when you make the mistake of spacing out and have the same image of wonyoung seducing you. many times at night, you woke up from a wet dream wherein wonyoung had been going down on you and you found your hand shoved inside your soaked panties. and that night, you let out a scream that alerted your step sister herself.

wonyoung had rushed to knock on your door thinking that you were in danger or something, and you had to try your very hardest to cover up that wet spot on your shorts while you reassured her that you just had a ‘nightmare’. she looked like she wanted to talk to you more, perhaps suggest that you sleep with her so she can spoon you like she had done so a few times before when you actually did have nightmares. but you made sure to talk to her for no more than five minutes before you bid her goodnight again and close the door on her face. that night, you actually sobbed quietly into your pillow. you were so horrible to her for no reason, and you hated yourself for it.

wonyoung had learned how to hide unnecessary emotions from showing up on her face as a means to avoid being too much of an open book to strangers, but you have learned to catch every little thing wonyoung does so it was easy for you to see through that veil of hers. this time around, however, it was a curse. every time you came up with some excuse to do things alone, you would see a flash of hurt in wonyoung’s eyes before she covered it up behind an understanding smile. she had gotten used to your rejection to the point that sometimes she doesn’t even bother to ask you to hang out anymore, and this morning she barely acknowledged you.

when you made your way towards your room to get yourself washed up, wonyoung had just come out of her own room clad in her running gear. you hated how attractive she looked wearing it all, but what you hated more was how wonyoung completely walked past you without a word, a smile, or even a glance… and yet she was wearing her pair of your matching bracelets. a familiar lump was stuck in your throat for a few minutes while you paced around your room trying to calm yourself, but you were able to get it together when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. ryujin had texted you, reminding you that she will pick you up from the mansion and so you shouldn’t bother taking a cab to your meeting place.

yes, it was the day and yet ryujin was somehow the last thing on your mind.

with a deep exhale, you decided that you were going to enjoy this day to the fullest and think about what to do with the mess you’ve created later. there has been a cloud stuck to your head for days now, and while that was mostly your fault, you still deserved a good day filled with butterflies in your stomach and cupid arrows shooting through your heart. with that in mind, you took the first relaxing shower you’ve had after days of being dramatic and moping while water rained down on your sad face. the date was hours away, so you had time to have fun playing dress up in your room. (although there weren't a lot of outfits to choose from thanks to your amateur sense of fashion.)

perhaps you had a bit too much fun ogling over your jewelry since you now only had an exact hour to get yourself dolled up before your princess charming pulls up at the gates. getting dressed up and prepared for the date was disheartening because you knew wonyoung would’ve loved to help you like she had done before, and judging by the fact that she hasn’t returned from her run yet, she was most likely avoiding seeing you leave without her sending you off personally. while this realization might have haunted you to the point that your heart feels hollow as a wave of regret washes over you, you simply had no time to dwell on it even further.

like you decided earlier: date first, problems later. especially when the date in question was apparently waiting at the gates for five minutes while you were busy picking out earrings that complement your outfit. you grabbed your purse and headed out of your bedroom with your heart racing from excitement. norae was sweeping the hallways in the upstairs area and she gave you two thumb-ups while you waved goodbye at her—you made sure to tell her all about it when you finally had time. your mother and stepfather were out on a quick grocery run with sunhee so they were nowhere to be found, which was a win to you because you knew that all three of them would just tease the hell out of you if they saw how giddy you looked.

but then, as you approached the front door, you saw wonyoung taking her shoes off and putting them aside. you watched intently as she took her thin jacket off and revealed her sports bra, which turned out to be the only thing she was wearing underneath. fuck, really? now?! shaking your head, you headed for the door with your head down.

“have fun, (y/n)-ah.”

well, you didn’t expect that.

you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to look your sister in the eye for the first time in a long while. wonyoung didn’t avoid you this time, even going as far as giving you a soft smile. you couldn’t stop yourself—you hugged wonyoung tightly, not even caring that she was a bit damp from sweat. feeling her wrap her long arms around your waist and pull you close was the fullest your heart has been these past few days and when you leaned back to stare at her adoring face, you don’t hide how you were staring at her lips. always so appealing, tempting you to do something so unimaginable. and it seems like wonyoung had the same idea, tightening her hold around your waist with one of her hands resting far down your lower back. it even looks like she already had her head tilted, nervous eyes flickering back and forth between your lips and your gaze.

no. not now. much to wonyoung’s (and your own) dismay, you pulled away from her embrace. “i’ll see you later, unnie. i promise.” you said before swiftly opening the front door and leaving. wonyoung’s scent lingers before it is completely washed away by the smell of nature, reminding you that you had a cute date to worry about for now.

ryujin waits outside of her gray top-down car, holding a singular red rose in her hand while she paced back and forth nervously. smiling, you opened up the gates while she was busy mumbling some kind of mantra to herself, greatly startling her. normally, ryujin would be embarrassed but you laughed so cutely that she had to suck it up, opting to laugh herself before regaining composure. she looked handsome with her loose and silky dark blue button-up shirt while a pair of chic sunglasses pushed the front of her hair back—the look made your heart skip a beat.

“you look beautiful, (y/n),” ryujin extends her arm and hands you the rose which you gratefully accept with a shy smile. she then opens the door of the passenger seat, urging you to take a seat. “ready to go?”

you suddenly felt brave. you closed the distance between the two of you and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, “thank you, ryu.” you said before occupying the passenger seat. you were glad that it took ryujin a minute to settle down behind the wheel because if she had seen how hard you blushed… you wouldn’t have looked as cool as you initially did! ryujin herself was blushing as well, and she couldn’t resist a wide smile from appearing on her pretty face. well, that was definitely worth the risk.

“oh, here,” ryujin grabs a jacket from the backseat and lays it over your lap. “wouldn’t want you to get cold now.”

from then on, you knew the date was going to be just as fantastic as the last one you had with her. and it really was! your first stop was an italian restaurant that you actually remember vaguely hearing about via overhearing wonyoung talking about wanting to eat there with her friends. you had a lovely time hearing ryujin talk about her studies, her friends, and the little moments in her daily life that she was willing to share, and the way she intently listened to you while you shared your own stories made your heart race. afterwards, ryujin tried to convince you to let her pay for all of the food but after seeing that you refused to back down, she ended up letting you share the bill with her. 

the next stop was a quick-but-heartwarming stroll at a lively and colorful park that had the most beautiful arrangements of plants and flowers as well as gorgeous water fountains. ryujin moved on to talking about some funny encounters at her part-time job—she seemed to love it when you laughed with her and at her stories. it took some time, but ryujin eventually found the courage to hold your hand while you were mesmerized by a particularly ravishing flower bed. the two of you toured the rest of the park hand-in-hand, sharing shy glances for a while until ryujin laughed at the ridiculousness of it all and kept the conversations going. you hadn’t heard about this wonderful park before so naturally you couldn’t wait to tell wonyoung all about it!

and the final stop was a quaint local bakery where you ended up buying two whole boxes of pastries to take home to your family and housekeepers. you and ryujin continued sharing your experiences with the most random things over a cup of coffee, tea, and the most delicious delicacies you’ve had in a long while. ryujin held your hand the entire time and her smile seemed brighter and wider, just like yours was. as you walked out of the bakery and towards the parking lot, the sun was well on its way down the horizon and there was a certain mood in the air… and a spark when you got the courage to look ryujin in the eyes.

there was the anticipation of a kiss… and something more.

then, you ask a question that you never would have thought to come out of your mouth ever, “w-would you… like to come over for a bit?”

ryujin was caught off guard by this and you wondered if those were the right set of words to say to her at the time, but it seems like she was more than eager to take up your offer. although, she does ask you a question with uncertainty and anxiousness, “won’t your family mind? i-i would hate to be a bother…”

but oh, you were chasing after something and you wanted to grab it with your hands firmly. “no, no. they would love to have you over! e-especially wonyoung-unnie!” you insisted. you felt pathetic and desperate trying to convince her like this… but it works. ryujin agrees and the two of you get inside her car for a quite silent and admittedly awkward ride back to the jang mansion. you were expecting the worst of the teasing to come from your doting stepfather and playful mother. norae and sunhee would most likely just laugh in the background and as for wonyoung, she would be smiling triumphantly knowing that she was right all this time!

right about thinking of ryujin touching you, she was!

ryujin parks her car on the spot beside where wonyoung’s car was, making the process excruciatingly slow as she was probably nervous about meeting your family so quickly. you comforted her by taking her hand and gently leading her towards the front doors. you intertwine your fingers, giving her a smile to calm her nerves before pushing the door open. where you would usually find your parents lounging around this time was just an empty big couch. you didn’t hear random laughs and chatter in the kitchen either, which means that wonyoung wasn’t hanging out with the housekeepers to kill time. and the housekeepers themselves were nowhere to be found. 

the mansion was completely empty. ryujin lets out a sigh of relief at the realization that not a single soul was present in the mansion and was a lot more comfortable going forward: making noises of approval and awe at the pieces of art around the house and the interior design as well as nodding as you tell her random facts about the mansion. eventually, the air was dead silent once again when you reached your bedroom. the two of you sit on the edge of your bed, quietly picking at the lint on your clothes and looking everywhere else but at each other.

this was a stupid idea, you thought. she probably didn’t even want to go here… what was i thinking?!

but maybe it wasn’t stupid! because when you find the courage to turn your head to look at ryujin, you find her already staring at you. her face accompanied with the expression of longing that you’ve seen very clearly on your older step sister just this morning before you left the mansion for this date. before you process anything thoroughly, ryujin leans in for a kiss… and so do you.

ryujin’s lips tasted like caramel and caffeine, and with the faint remains of the cinnamon pastry that she snacked on earlier, it all created a distinguished flavor on your tongue that you desired to have more of. so you got brave: softly grabbing a fistful of ryujin’s shirt and pulling her closer to you as you backed up further in your bed until your back was against the headboard. ryujin couldn’t resist her own urges as much as she tried to be a gentlewoman about this whole ordeal. not long after you’ve gotten comfortable, ryujin attacks your neck while pulling on the ribbon on your blouse. her kisses were almost intoxicating, making you release unheard sounds from your mouth that you could tell she greatly enjoyed hearing when you felt her smirk against your skin.

with your blouse now loose and exposing your shoulders as well as a part of your upper chest area, ryujin was now free to mark you however and wherever she desired. whimpers leave your quivering lips as ryujin trailed feather-light kisses down your neck, and a pretty moan follows when she sucks on a certain spot that feels better than the rest. having been distracted by her work on your neck, you don’t notice how she had a gentle grip on your thigh. that was until she slowly slid her hand up, all the way underneath your skirt until she could feel the fabric of your panties on her fingertips.

ryujin tugs on the material at the same time she leaves her first hickey on your neck, and you panic.

you promptly push her back, rendering both of you in temporary shock. you clumsily fixed your blouse, suddenly feeling way too exposed for your own good. a pang of guilt hits you in the chest when ryujin looks at you with widened eyes, “i-i’m sorry, (y/n). did i… was that too fast?” she asked, immediately putting some distance between the two of you just so you don’t feel scared any further.

truthfully, it wasn’t clear to you why exactly you stopped ryujin. but one thing was for sure: it felt… wrong. wrong for her to be the one to touch you. to kiss you. to even… like you. it was almost as if something in your head was telling you that she was the wrong person to pour all of your affection to. it scared you to think about the correct answer too much because you knew damn well what it was deep inside. you see ryujin’s mouth move as she frantically apologized and talked about how she didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable but you don’t hear any of it—you were way too occupied with the thought of your wonyoung-unnie and how she might react to this event, and how you… needed her right now.

“s-s-should i… leave? i’m really sorry if i made the wrong call, i—”

“it’s okay, ryu… i just—i don’t know, i freaked out. i’m sorry.”

ryujin shakes her head profusely, “no, no, please. don’t apologize for anything. i should’ve known not to do that shit. i mean, it’s our second date—god, i’m so sorry.” when she crawled closer, you flinched… but you allowed her to comfort you. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you for a whole hour as you didn’t find it in you to speak to ryujin again after embarrassing her like that. instead, you rested your head on her shoulder and wondered why, just why, out of all the people you wanted to be this close to you, you wanted it to be… wonyoung? from an outsider’s perspective, being temporarily estranged from her for a week straight would be the quickest answer to that question, but you knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

you wanted her. and while the mere idea of feeling so awfully attractive to her disgusted you to your core, you couldn’t stop your heart from trying to take what it desires. but the real question was would you really be willing to commit to such a thing just to see a sign if wonyoung held a similar attraction towards you, or in order to keep a family after enduring so many years of living in a house divided, should you just shove everything under the rug and instead, forever become distant towards wonyoung?

after ryujin quite reluctantly and regrettably left the mansion and you found yourself sitting with your knees touching your chest on the carpeted floors of wonyoung’s bedroom, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you found the answer to your myriad of questions from before. you nervously awaited wonyoung’s arrival; although her car was very much present in the driveway, you figured that she must’ve gone out with her friends or something considering she was nowhere to be found in any corner of the mansion at all. the entire place has been too quiet for your liking and on top of all that, you hated being alone inside such a big space.

before you sunk deeper into your personal pool of negative thoughts, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a casually-clothed wonyoung holding three large shopping bags with her phone against her ear. she doesn’t notice you upon entering, way too engaged in the conversation with whoever was on the other line. you watched as she dropped the shopping bags to the side and throw her purse to the soft bean bag in the corner before she finally took a good look around the room and spotted your pitiful self all balled up on the floor looking like a kicked puppy. wonyoung was only momentarily surprised, sending a confused look your way before briefly saying goodbye to her friend on the phone.

“i’ll call you back later, unnie. my little sister needs me,” wonyoung then ends the call and puts both of her hands on her hips, jokingly glaring at you. “who said you could come in here as much as you please? especially after being so mean to me for the past week.” wonyoung was pouting, but she was quick to drop her act and laugh at herself. as upset as you were about how things went down with ryujin, you found herself giggling along with her. instead of asking you to stand up, wonyoung sits down right beside you.

you could feel her staring at you and deciphering your expression while your eyes were glued to your feet. you figured that she must have questions for you, and you did have things to say to her obviously but you didn’t know where to start at all. do you start with ryujin? do you start with an apology? do you want to completely avoid deep conversations for now and ask where she had gone? you had no idea. luckily enough, you didn’t have to make that decision.

“did something happen with ryujin? you look troubled,” wonyoung said. her kind eyes refuse to leave your face, wondering just what might’ve disturbed you so greatly that you felt the need to run to her about it. she scoots closer to you and the way you tensed up slightly did not at all go unnoticed. wonyoung tilts her head inquisitively, notices the faint hickey that ryujin gave you, and her mood changes. “what did she do?”

you were to go on ryujin’s defense when you noticed the scary tone in her voice. “no, no. it’s nothing like that, unnie. it’s my fault, i…” you sighed deeply, cringing at the exact memory you pushed ryujin away from you. “i messed up and we couldn’t go through with… you know.” god, you sounded like a child and you hated it. it shouldn’t have to be so hard telling someone you trust about how you ended your date horribly.

“with…? oh! you tried to… oh, wow.” wonyoung seemed to be in complete disbelief. she probably thought you were too much of a prude to even try to initiate sex with a girl you had a massive crush on. you groaned and hid your face in your hands as wonyoung processed your words, and it was then you decided that hey, you weren’t completely innocent! hell, you’re not even a virgin, you should start there! but alas, you resorted to burying your face in your hands and groaning.

“i-it’s okay! what exactly happened?” wonyoung puts a hand on your shoulder for consolation.

“we… i took her here because i didn’t want us to separate just yet so we went into my room and… we kissed,” you remember how ryujin’s lips felt against your skin, how they tasted on your tongue but instead of feeling euphoric over it, there was almost a tinge of dismay that you associated with it. “i-it was getting a bit intense so we took it to the bed and… i don’t know. i didn’t… i didn’t like it when she touched me. and it’s not like i was scared of her or anything like that… i just—”

looking at wonyoung, you found yourself at a loss of words. there is no way you can admit everything you have been thinking about to her. despite her suspicious actions and lingering stares towards you, she wasn’t actually going to entertain such a disgusting act, right?

“hey, hey… don’t beat yourself up over it. you were going to take a huge step! it’s normal to chicken out when it comes to things like that. but i didn’t think it would take such a toll on you… come here,” wonyoung wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you close. in her embrace you start to relax a bit, although your heart is hammering against your ribcage and you refuse to hug her back. who knows what you might think of doing and where your hands might end up?! even when wonyoung was too close, you refused to move an inch. even when she rested her face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. “did she try pushing you to do it?” she asked. her breath tickled your neck. it took you everything in your power to not whimper.

“n-no… she backed off. i felt so bad, unnie… she thought it was her fault and she went home guilty because of me.” you said with a quivering voice. you didn’t want to hurt ryujin like this. how could you even face her on campus and tell her that the reason you didn’t let her touch you any further was because the thought of having sex with her made you feel like you were doing something wrong?

“no, no, ryujin is kind. she’ll understand once you give her a proper explanation about it all. you don’t owe her one, of course, but if it’s bothering you this much then maybe it would help,” wonyoung leans her back, brushes your hair back and giggles slightly at how cute you looked pouting. “you’ll be okay, (y/n)-ah. let’s take your mind off of it, alright?” wonyoung kisses your forehead. at this point, you thought you were safe. as wonyoung leaned back on the side of her bed, you rested your head on her chest and allowed her to caress your side all she wanted. you were actually feeling much better about it all too!

and then wonyoung reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out your pair of the matching bracelets you bought a week ago.

“you dropped this in the hallway when we were taking all of our bags upstairs after we went shopping,” wonyoung smiles fondly at the bracelet before turning her head and looking at you. it was her usual ‘sweetheart smile’ that you’ve come to know and love, but there was something sinister hiding behind her eyes that made you hold your breath for what she might say next. her hand felt cold against your skin—you weren’t even aware that she had slipped it underneath your shirt until now. “i was going to return it to you after i got all my stuff sorted out… but if my ears were working correctly that time… you were a bit busy.”

oh, fuck. she heard that?

as if she can read your mind, wonyoung nods. “mhm. i heard you. loud and clear,” a sadistic look takes over her expression as your blood runs cold. “i was right about you, (y/n)… i knew i wasn’t going crazy with all those hints that you were dropping all this time…” you don’t think wonyoung realizes how terrified you were at this moment. what was she going to say to you next? what was she going to do? and how the fuck were you going to explain everything to her? wonyoung takes your wrist and clasps the bracelet there before taking your chin in her hand and making you look up at her.

god, you must’ve looked pathetic. what with your eyes brimming with tears and the genuine fear they held in them. wonyoung doesn’t seem too bothered by the fact that she caught her younger step sister masturbating to the thought of her yet, judging by how she looks quite flattered instead. something inside you was hoping that she would just let it pass as a little joke and forget about it. as long as you get to hear her tell you that you shouldn’t think about things like that again, then you can move on peacefully and continue to be her lovely little sibling. but that… doesn’t seem likely. not when wonyoung raises your hand to her lips and kisses your knuckles, then kisses your wrist just a few seconds longer before putting your palm against her cheek, smiling at you so sweetly.

“i’m so happy you feel the same way as i do,” wonyoung said. before you could even process what she just said in your head, wonyoung leans closer to you until your faces were merely inches apart. your breath catches on your throat at the lack of distance, making you flinch back a bit. “it’s because of me, right? you couldn’t bring yourself to have sex with ryujin because you wanted me… don’t you, baby?” wonyoung places her hands on either side of you so she would have you trapped. when you don’t answer her quick enough, she tilts her head and gives you a kiss on the cheek… before her lips continue on kissing down your neck.

her kisses were pillow-soft. it was as if no matter how much she wanted you, she was still giving you room to completely push her away and run for your life. and you know what? you probably should. deep in your heart, you wanted to scurry away from her and lock yourself away from the world to completely forget that all of this even happened… but instead, you sat there. so awfully still that even wonyoung got frustrated by your lack of movement but regardless, she kissed you. she stops at the crook of your neck, nestling her face there for a moment. “you’ve always smelled so good…” she whispered.

wonyoung raises her head, finding herself chuckling lightly at how petrified you were. “don’t pretend to be so innocent. if you really gave a shit about all of this—about us being a ‘family’—you wouldn’t have shown your face here in the first place. you want this to happen… isn’t that right?”

you knew she was right. and what’s worse is that she knew she was right. that’s why she didn’t have a problem closing the distance and catching your lips with hers. if you weren’t going to answer her questions, then she might as well make you use your mouth for something else! you feel wonyoung smile into the kiss when you start returning it. it makes you sick how good this all made you feel… but you quickly forget about all of that once wonyoung slips her tongue inside your mouth, eager to explore every crevice like she has wished to do for a while now.

wonyoung places a hand on your thigh, and every ounce of hesitation you had evaporates into nothing as you cup her cheeks with both hands, kissing her back. wonyoung moans and your heart skips a beat, even more so when she pulls you closer towards her until her back meets the side of her bed again. and once you were straddling her, wonyoung immediately pulled your shirt off. she even stops the kiss just to lean back and rake her eyes all over your body. you don’t feel intimidated under her stare anymore—all of those feelings of insecurity and self-consciousness have dissipated into nothing as soon as she kissed you. now you only wanted her… and luckily enough, wonyoung was planning on giving you just that and more.

“i thought about fucking you in that changing room, you know,” you feel one of wonyoung’s hands glide across your back slowly, only stopping to unclasp your bra and throw it away to the side. her cold hands grasp your tits, squeezing softly and pressing her thumbs down your erect nipples. you bite back a whimper. “i was so close… do you know how hard i fought against myself knowing you were naked and the only thing stopping me was that damn privacy screen? i think we’re both lucky that i had some sense of decency and didn’t fuck you in a public space.” unconsciously, you rock your hips back and forth on her thigh, seeking for any sort of friction to ease the aching in your core.

wonyoung grins, “so eager… think you can be good for me and be patient, hon?” she asked. you wanted to say fuck no. you needed release and you needed it now but you knew wonyoung would probably fuck you better if you followed her every word.

so you nodded, “y-yes… i can do that, unnie.”

to get you riled up a bit more, wonyoung leaves a trail of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone until she wraps her warm mouth around your nipple. she hums approvingly of your whimpers which soon turn into blissful moans when she starts using her tongue, flicking and rolling your hardened bud in her mouth. wonyoung slots a knee in between your legs, squeezing your ass as you pressed down and start humping her thigh with the kind of desperation one would only see in a pathetic virgin eager to get bred. wonyoung sneaks her hand inside your shorts which you don’t feel until she presses a finger against your clit. with the added stimulation, it was hard to keep your voice low.

you had no idea who was home at this point in time. what if norae and sunhee hear you? or worse, what if your parents hear you?! wonyoung didn’t seem to care, however. in fact, with how hard she sucked on your nipple and how she rubbed your clit with her fingers, it was like she wanted you to make sounds. a death wish, yes… but perhaps one you were willing to fulfill.

“off,” wonyoung simultaneously tugs your shorts and underwear down. her eyes glinted with desire as her eyes traveled down from your stomach to your pussy—desperate and dripping, but not exactly ready for her yet. “did you have fun touching yourself to me that day?” wonyoung takes note of how tightly you held onto her shoulders, how your lips have formed a thin line with how hard you were trying to hold back from whining and pleading for her to touch you already.

“yes, i did…” you nod. being completely naked and vulnerable but looked at and seen like some irreplaceable treasure made you all the more desperate to please wonyoung. she was most likely expecting so much from you—she was risking a lot after all: her father’s happiness, your mother’s trust, and your entire relationship as siblings… you didn’t want this to be a waste of time for her.

you gently pushed her hair back and sat comfortably on her lap while she eyed you down with a whole lot of feelings in her eyes that you haven't seen before. and for a moment, you thought that you could have your way with her, even just for a little bit. tilting her head and kissing her softly, squeezing the back of her neck and hearing her sweet moans, allowing you to push her back against the side of her bed and get your hands as far as her toned stomach. the upper hand was only temporary since as soon as you felt wonyoung palming your pussy, you were back to being a whiny, adorable mess.

“why don’t you finish what you started, (y/n)-ah?” wonyoung looks up at you, batting her eyelashes and smirking. she was excited, but you didn’t quite understand what she meant. considering she was being such a tease and barely doing anything to your needy cunt, it was very hard to focus! “turn around.” wonyoung says. you didn’t have time to be confused or to question her as she makes you turn your back on her herself. now you were sitting in between her lap and facing the mirror across the two of you, and only then you finally got what she meant.

but that doesn’t make wonyoung telling you exactly what she wants to see any less hot though.

“show me how you did it.” wonyoung says, her beautiful brown eyes piercing through yours as you intently stared at her using the mirror. she spreads your thighs apart and puts your pussy on full display in the mirror for the two of you. god, you almost wanted to crawl in a hole, but at this point, you were too horny to stall anything. you started by doing exactly what you did that day: gently massaging your clit as a means to get yourself wetter. from behind you, you hear wonyoung’s breathing get heavier and although you weren’t looking in the mirror at the moment, you felt her state burning through your skin.

it doesn’t take long for wonyoung to make a move herself. she leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder, your neck, and all the way behind your ear. her hands cup your breasts again, adding onto your pleasure by squeezing and pinching your sensitive nipples. “don’t be shy now, pretty.” using one of her hands, wonyoung reaches down and spreads your lips apart for you, clearly asking for more than just whatever you were doing.

you had to admit that this was pretty nerve-racking. you rarely touched yourself and when you did, it was just… this. you didn’t have any toys to help you, you didn’t know much beyond what people called ‘vanilla sex’, and as embarrassing as it was to say it, you’ve never known what you felt on… well, the inside. you wanted to believe that wonyoung would just take pity on you and fuck you already but she had a surprising amount of patience despite the pure lust that radiated from her. finding no other choice in the matter, you slowly inserted a single finger inside your cunt.

“see? doesn’t that feel so much better?” wonyoung’s laugh was music to your ears. it was enough to get you moving—sliding your finger in and out of your pussy at a slow pace, getting a feel of what you liked just before you went faster. a string of moans left your mouth as you steadily fucked yourself right in front of wonyoung, who was quite literally having the best time of her life watching such a pretty thing like you do all of this for her. of course she wanted nothing more than to have you crying and whining herself but she also wanted to appreciate the show you were putting on.

you slid another finger inside you and you ended up moaning a bit too loudly for your liking that wonyoung had to clamp a hand around your mouth. she shushes you gently and whispers to you to go slower. while it would be nice to see your legs shake as you squirt all over her carpeted bedroom floor, wonyoung wanted to do that to you herself. and of course you obeyed even though it was disheartening to lose that sweet pressure building up in your abdomen. you didn’t know how long wonyoung was going to have you fuck your own pussy while she just watches, but for now you were fine with it.

this felt good. getting to unwind like this after a fucking whirlwind of a week was just what you needed, alone or otherwise. actually, you probably wouldn’t be loving this too much if you were just by yourself. wonyoung kept you in line, made sure you were calm, guiding you to make this moment last longer so both of you can fully enjoy it before any sense comes back to either of you to stop all of this.

wonyoung, with her left hand, parts your lips with her fingers and slides two inside your mouth. she doesn’t need to tell you what to do; you just sucked on her digits obediently without question. she pushes her fingers deeper, making you gag and pull back a bit but she keeps her fingers inside of your mouth. after making sure your drool was dripping down her palm, she pulls her fingers out and then kisses you softly. oh, your mind was but a haze. wonyoung’s kiss was a drug on its own—intoxicating and addicting. you couldn’t have enough of it.

you weren’t sure which feeling you wanted to focus on. your quickly-building climax, wonyoung’s hungry kisses, her nails digging deep down your inner thigh, or… oh, fuck, she was sliding her spit-covered fingers inside you… while you were busy fucking yourself! the sudden stretch of your pussy caused by wonyoung’s fingers being inside you as well as your own nearly makes you wail, and that is when you realized why wonyoung was kissing you. to shut you up. because she knew you were going to be so loud. with four fingers inside of your cunt, how could you stay quiet?! especially when wonyoung made sure to match your pace, but making sure she was knuckle-deep inside before pulling out then doing the same thing again and again.

“ahh… mmn—unnie..! oh, go—” a pathetic squeak slips past your lips when wonyoung uses her thumb to press against your clit. she kisses you harder, doing everything she can to conceal every noise coming from you but ultimately, she’s enjoying every fucking second of this. the secrecy of it all, the scandal, the thrill of being caught… gosh, if the two of you weren’t ‘siblings’, she would have no problem making you scream and letting the housekeepers hear every goddamn vowel that leaves your mouth.

it was too much. you pulled your fingers out and grabbed wonyoung’s wrist in an attempt to at least slow her down, but it does nothing. having more room to move now, wonyoung only quickens her pace even further. and with her free hand, wonyoung grabs your jaw in a tight grip and forced you to look at you reflection in the mirror just so you can watch how well you were being fucked. wonyoung’s fingers being freakishly long didn’t help at all; her fingertips reached farther inside you than yours did and every time she hits a certain spot inside you, you lose more of your sanity. soon enough, a knot forms in your stomach and wonyoung knew.

well, with your face all scrunched up in both pleasure and pain, how could she not know?

“do you think ryujin could have made you feel better than this…? i know you better than anyone, (y/n)… so don’t feel so bad about her not getting to fuck you. unnie has everything you need…” wonyoung couldn’t believe how soaked she has gotten over the past few minutes she has been fingering you. but this wasn’t about her at all. her pleasure comes after yours, and she was counting on you to do anything and everything to return this favor to her… that thought alone makes her clench around her drenched panties. she couldn’t fucking wait to use your mouth.

“mmh…! u-unnie, i’m—ahh… i’m gonna cum.. please let me…” you whimpered weakly.

wonyoung had intended to edge you until you were a babbling, crying mess. but that would’ve been too mean. especially right now, when you were so cute squeezing her wrist and pouting at her. “you’re so cute… what am i gonna do with you?” wonyoung plants a kiss on your temple before increasing her pace. your moans get higher, the knot gets tighter, and it’s harder and harder to hold yourself back from screaming her name. wonyoung buries her fingers deep, and the pressure in your stomach finally breaks.

but oh, wonyoung made sure you made a mess. pressing her fingers against your clit and rubbing rapidly so you’d squirt everywhere, a sick look on her face forming while she watched you. “you’re so good… i won’t have to punish you ever, hm? because you’re unnie’s good girl, right?” wonyoung smiled sincerely when you agreed and nodded. sure you were most likely lightheaded and barely knew what you said yes to, but wonyoung knew that you meant it.

it takes you weakly pushing her hand away for her to finally stop, letting you calm down and try to come back to her. the whole time you were catching your breath, wonyoung sucked quietly on her drenched fingers while staring at your gaping, spent cunt. and then she started to wonder; when the day ends and another one starts, if she were to just walk up to you and your room and kiss you… would you let her do it? what if she just got lucky today? what if you grow to hate her for all of this? for not respecting your feelings for ryujin and taking you for herself? no… no, no, she can’t lose you like that.

“are you hurt?” wonyoung asked after a while. she snuggled closer to you, keeping you warm as you were still butt-naked sitting in between her thighs. you shook your head, not even finding any energy in you to reply with your voice. it was strange… you thought wonyoung would be more concerned considering that she just fucked you nearly out of your mind… but you should’ve known better. this was a completely new side of her that you were hilariously unfamiliar with, and you being shocked when wonyoung suddenly pushes you to be on all fours was enough proof of your stupidity.

you should feel violated. this was beyond everything that you expected to do with wonyoung, and not to mention that she didn’t look like she planned on asking for you permission to fuck you again… but you didn’t say a word. didn’t make a sound. didn’t even question anything when you felt wonyoung squeeze your ass before palming your once-again dripping pussy from behind. you liked this. when the time comes for you and wonyoung to answer for this situation, you can’t even say that she used some sort of manipulation tactic to get you to submit to her.

no. you needed this. you wanted this. and you loved it all.

with your vision being limited to only seeing your hands on the floor or your reflection in the mirror, it was hard to try and prepare for anything she was going to give to you. when wonyoung pushes two fingers inside your cunt so suddenly, you gasped loudly. it was easy for wonyoung to slip in and out of you; you were so wet that there was nothing that could stop wonyoung from having all the fun in the world. the faster wonyoung fucks you, the harder you had to bite down your lip. your head drops to your arms and beautiful moans leave your mouth but this time… they’re all for wonyoung to hear.

“unnie… unnie, it feels s-so—ah! so good… please, faster.. faster…” and with you being so cute, wonyoung was sure to grant your wish pretty quickly. she was getting extremely impatient herself… the wet sounds of her hand meeting your pussy, your enchanting voice, and the lovely way you moaned her name when she steadily inserted her thumb in your tight hole… god, it was getting harder and harder for wonyoung to not turn you over and ride you until you were both crying from exhaustion and ecstasy.

“the very first time i saw you… i called dad stupid in my head. stupid for bringing such a pretty and nice girl into this family because i knew i wasn’t going to last long before i did something idiotic like this…” wonyoung curls her fingers inside you while simultaneously grabbing your hair and pulling it up, forcing you to look at your face in the mirror again. “see? such a fucking angel. how could i ever resist?” and before you knew it, you were gagging on her fingers again. and you were getting desperate for another release, pushing back against wonyoung and meeting her thrusts.

“you made my dreams come true by coming here, you know… i’m just thanking you now. i’ll thank you again later. and tomorrow. and whenever i want.” after seeing just how willing you were to do such a thing with her, wonyoung simply couldn’t wait for all the things the two of you could do now. even if it will cost her everything.

“mmfh.. i lah… agh.. i love you, unnie..” it was hard to speak with her fingers stuffed in your mouth, but wonyoung heard those magical words loud and clear. you were visibly exhausted, and your body was weak to the point you couldn’t even keep yourself upright… but you made sure your ass was propped right up for wonyoung to fuck you without any complications. wonyoung had pulled her hand out of your mouth and allowed you to lay half of your body down, the side of your face pressed against the floor as drool dripped out of the corner of your mouth.

you think wonyoung was now holding your hand, whispering encouragement and praises in your ears that kept you somewhat conscious while she made good use of your pussy. another deep dive of her fingers inside you and you cum for the second time with a long, soft whimper that was more than enough for wonyoung that she didn’t feel like making you suffer through another round. you’ve gone limp on the floor; barely having any energy to keep your eyes open. you felt your juices seeping out of you once again, drenching your thighs and of course the soft carpet, but wonyoung made sure to not let the slick dripping down her hand go to waste!

a lot of the things that happened afterwards were a blur. wonyoung helped you to her bed, cleaning you up and making sure you were hydrated and clothed before tucking you in as the sun was starting to set. in direct contrast to how she handled you while she fucked you, wonyoung seemingly reverted back into her gentle, loving older sister self as she took care of you. her arm carefully draped over your waist and kept you warm better than her blanket, and even your own. occasionally, you would feel her kiss the back of your neck and it would give you goosebumps. she intertwined your fingers and at the time, you felt the need to kiss her hand… so you do. and wonyoung must’ve liked that because she pulled you closer to her and held you tightly.

you were torn. torn between wanting to face all of your feelings and the consequences of what you just did with wonyoung, but also wanting to hope that you’d fallen asleep in your bed after sending ryujin home and that all of this, having sex with your step sister and laying half naked on her bed in her arms, was just an insane wet dream. but if it was, surely enough it would have been a thousand times harder to face wonyoung with your attraction towards her kept hidden. although it was like it was necessarily better this way; how the fuck are either of you going to have a normal conversation with each other after this? with your parents?!

the idea made you scared. mr. jang was a man with power and influence; if you anger him (which is very likely considering you, his stepdaughter, slept with his biological child), what could he do to you? to your future? and what would your mother think of you if she were to find out about this?

perhaps wonyoung heard your soft sobs because she immediately made you turn around, “hey… what’s wrong, (y/n)?” she takes a hold of your face and wipes your tears away with her thumbs. you couldn’t believe how confident she was that both of you would get away with all of this scot-free. but then again, she is jang wonyoung. she wouldn’t go through with everything she just did if she didn’t have a solid plan in the back of her mind.

or maybe she didn’t need any plans. wonyoung simply loved you and acted on that. maybe she was scared too. she wasn’t perfect, after all. underneath the confidence, the money, and the strong walls she has built around herself, wonyoung was still a softie at heart. she acknowledges that this was a bad thing to do, that this was indeed a mistake… but at the end of the day, the deed has been done and all she can do now is to make sure that she protects you from everything that might come after.

that is what she swore to do the night you became a part of her family, after all.

“listen… dad, mother, ryujin, and everything… we’ll worry about them tomorrow, okay? i love you. we’ll face everything together.” wonyoung gives you a kiss on the forehead, and you automatically snuggle back in her arms and hide your face in her chest. you ended up falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and the way she ran her hands through your hair… it ended up being the most relaxing sleep you’ve had in this bizarre week. every lingering thought you had about ryujin just about faded away into nothing once you got completely lost in wonyoung’s dreamlike embrace.