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“There are only a few awards left to be given to some truly incredible artists!” Minjun says almost like he’s sad it’s nearly over.

“Oh absolutely,” Seyeon nods enthusiastically. “You know what I look most forward to?”

“What’s that, Seyeon?”

“The performance the next winner will be giving us!”

“Oh my, you’re right!” Minjun gasps in playful realization. “And it’s for none other than the ‘Heartfelt Voice Award’! I hope you guys are ready to cry. Because I sure am!”

“Wait…” panic settles into my chest. “Can- can you guys-“ I can't finish as breathing becomes to difficult. Even if it wasn’t certain yet, I couldn’t stop the panic at having to perform so unexpectedly.

“What’s wrong?” Romance asks, noticing the fast rising and falling of my chest.

“-Undo it.”

“Undo what?” Miras voice is laced with worry.

“I- I,” I stammer, my eyes not leaving the hosts as an envelope is brought to them. Watching the envelope like I can see through it and read the name on it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Rumi pulls me into her chest, grounding me. “Take a deep breath,” she takes one waiting for me to take one with her. Then gently lets it out, I do the same but mine is shaky. “Try again.”

“I can’t perform,” I whisper, voice trembling, shaking my head finally turning to look at her. “I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can!” Jinu says with a confident grin on his face. I just shake my head.

“Y/N!!” The shout of my name startles me. I freeze, eyes returning to the stage. My picture presented on the big screen. The hosts look somewhat puzzled. As do I.

There is polite clapping as Rumi gently nudges me to get up. I leave my small clutch with them, looking back at them as I hesitantly start walking. “You’ve got this!” Zoey says giving me two thumbs up, beaming.

“She wasn’t supposed to win,” it’s a grumble that she doesn’t hear while she slowly makes her way to the stage. But the others do. Eight pairs of eyes turn toward the voice. Jaewon. Staring daggers at the back of his head. None of them say anything… but the message is clear. Standing up, clapping louder than anyone else in the room. A push. A warning. And she needs it. Every last bit of it.

My legs feel like they might give out with every step I take, my heart still bounding in my chest. Once I reach the stage and am given the award I awkwardly stand in front of the mic. “Thank you, I-“ my words falter, my eyes meeting a glaring Jaewon. But then excited movement from above him brings a smile to my face. A wave, encouraging smiles and a nod that says ‘you can do this’ from Jinu. “I didn’t expect to win tonight,” I say honestly. “But it is truly an honor, thank you so much to those who listen to my songs, support me and especially voted tonight,” looking at the award as the words settle within me. “Really… thank you,” Stepping back from the mic I’m met with more applause a bit more sincere this time.

“Let me take that real quick,” Seyeon says gently, taking the award from my hands. “Good luck!” With that she and Minjun disappear at the side of the stage. The lights dim just enough to shift the mood, and then my song starts playing. Closing my eyes, I take one last breath and sing.

Finally hit the ground I'm at the bottom now Never thought I could be this low Felt like falling down an endless hole No, I don't see the light And I don't hear God Crawling in the dark Now my limbs are cold Screaming out "Help" but it just echoes

A silence falls over the room. Everyone listening with bated breath. All consumed by the unexpected depth of my voice. By the ache woven into every note, the weight of words no one dares to speak out loud.

Only one way out of here I don't think I can reach it Everything I hold dear Erased by all of my demons My sorry is sincere I've just lost all of my reasons Reasons left to stay

When I open my eyes, I’m stunned to find I’ve become the center of attention. No one is talking, everyone is quite literally staring. Wide eyed, stunned faces, confused but pleasantly surprised. As if they expected a whisper but got a storm.

So, if this is goodbye Please, don't count my cry as a sin No, I don't wanna die But it keeps getting harder to live And I put up a fight But now I've got nothing to give So, if this is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I hope someday to see you again

The song is emotional and raw. It captures everyone in the room even the ones who didn’t know her before this very moment. She had already captured their attention when she walked in. Clumsy, quiet, walking with uncertainty. But hearing her sing this song live, it hit different.

It’s like a string got pulled tight between them and her. A need to protect. To have. To understand. And something more dangerous; an obsession.

There's nothing you could've said Nothing you could've done different It was always between me and my head Never meant to hurt you in the process But I just can't keep holding on Wish I could believe that things will get better Wish I could just flip a switch in my mind Then I could fix how I feel altogether Then I could mean it when I say I'm fine It's never that easy and neither is life Don't think I wanted to leave you behind I tried, I tried, I tried

This song, it wasn’t for Jaewon. That much was obvious. But who was it to?

The answer.

Herself.

So, if this is goodbye Please, don't count my cry as a sin No, I don't wanna die But it keeps getting harder to live And I put up a fight But now I've got nothing to give Nothing, nothing So, if this is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I hope someday to see you again If this is goodbye I'll see you If this is goodbye Open up my eyes I don't know where I am And everything is blurry My mom's holding my hand Turns out I was in a hurry But God had other plans He said my goodbye was early Now I've got a second chance

I stood in pure silence for a moment. Everyone shocked at the emotional impact this song had on them. In the end a couple of tears were shed.

“That… was…” Seyeon enters the stage once more. Tissue in hand. Letting out a sigh as she shakes her head struggling to find the right word. “… beautiful,” is what she settles for. That seems to put the room back in motion as applause suddenly, loudly rings around the room.

Startled, tears gather in my eyes. “Thank you,” I smile through tears.

“This award,” Minjun starts as he too returns. Holding up my award. “Is extremely well deserved,” I thank them once more before exiting the stage. Climbing my way back up the stairs. I’m stared at, even get a bow here and there as I pass them. I bow back like I don’t deserve their respect.

When I get back to my seat Zoey and Rumi are crying while Mira is obviously holding back her tears.

“That was so… ethereal,” Zoey sniffles. Standing up to pull me in a hug. “You deserved this award! Even if you didn’t think so.”

Taking her phone from her clutch while she talked to the girls was almost too easy. Even when she sat back down she hadn’t noticed how Baby easily manipulated the device to unlock with his demon powers. First he found her phone number, saving it in his own phone.

The causality of how he handled it and the guys keeping her distracted made it go unnoticed for much longer. The guys had quickly noticed what their maknae was up to. Making sure he would get it done. Easily installing spying software, hiding it from her, but making sure it worked from his own device. It wasn’t about invading her privacy. It was about keeping her safe.

By the time she reached for her clutch again, it was back in it place, exactly where she thought she’d left it. Missing the pointed look Mira gave the maknae as if to tell him he better share what he finds.

“Wow,” I sigh, grabbing my clutch, using it as a fan. “Thank you,” glancing both ways trying to meet their eyes. As I thank them for their - undeserved - support. “I would not have been able to do that if it wasn’t for you,” a blush tinting my cheeks but I blame it on the heat in here. In reality there is air conditioning in the room making sure everyone was comfortable.

“Of course,” Abby smirks, but I know he’s genuine.

“It’s nothing, you needed a push,” Mira shrugs casually. “You deserved it.”

“Thank you, anyway,” I make sure they know I’m being sincere. “But I really need the bathroom now,” I chuckle awkwardly receiving understanding chuckles back. Getting up I follow the signs to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, I take a moment to freshen up a bit, I look at myself in the mirror. A genuine smile still playing on my lips. “I did it,” I mutter, barely believing my own words. “I actually won.”

Taking my phone from my clutch, my notification wall is full. There are new followers on every social media platform I have. Mentions of my performance. Clips, screenshots, reactions. And of course all the posts the Saja Boys and Huntr/x created to support me and my song.

Mentions of my other songs too. People finding them, loving them. It makes me feel warm. Loved. Seen.

I exit the bathroom relax, distracted even. A bit too distracted apparently when I get the air literally knocked out of me. Pushed into the wall right at the archway to the venue hall.

“Wha-”

“Shut up!” I recognize the voice immediately. Anxiety lighting a fire in my being. Eyes wide, they find his. His face is contorted in anger. “You weren’t supposed to win,” his hand balls into a fist, rising, but he knows he’s still in public. Lowering the fist he grips my upper arm instead. Tight enough to create bruising, making me squirm and whine.

“Let go of me,” my voice is small. The fear in my eyes only making him chuckle.

“No, this is how you should have looked,” he continues, voices nearly growling the words at me. “I orchestrated this. Made sure you were nominated for a song no one even knew. Made it so you had to sit with those you looked up to,” tears form in my eyes. I knew it... I knew I shouldn’t have been here. His other hand lands on my shoulder, thumb laying at the base of my neck. Pressing hard, making it uncomfortable to talk or swallow.

It seems my arms decide that they now have the strength to try and push him away. But it doesn’t work. He’s stronger than me.

“You should have ran out of here, crying! Like the weakling you are,” his voice stays the same, unfazed by my trembling attempts to push him away from me. “How did you win?” there is real anger laced with genuine curiosity. Thumb pressing harder onto my throat.

“Because she deserves it,” the voice stuns both me and Jaewon. It’s Mystery. Before I can react, Jaewon quickly pulls me to his chest. I cough with the pressure now gone from my throat. He acts like he didn’t just have a bruising grip on me. Like all he wanted to do was hug me as a way to congratulate me on the win. Even if it was all a lie to protect his image.

The way Mystery was positioned had given Jaewon the false idea that no one had caught his cruel actions towards her. But Mystery knew. They all knew, even Huntr/x who were currently performing unable to protect what was theirs. Even if she didn’t know it yet.

“Oh, I wasn’t accusing,” Jaewon continues, feigning sincerity, but the sharp tone in his voice betrays him. “Congratulations on your win, Y/n,” the way he says my name. It's sharp and I know it’s a warning. Mystery takes my hand, pulling me closer to him so I’m not in Jaewon’s reach.

“Thanks,” it’s forced and breathless as it leaves my lips. I let Mystery lead me back to our seats. Trying to fake my confidence like nothing happened.

They all know something happened, but don’t point it out. From the way she walks and sits down stiffly. Trying to portray that genuine happiness she showed earlier. Only it doesn’t reach her eyes. They know now is not the time to talk about what they all witnessed. Instead, they watch quietly, guarding her in their own way.

The rest of the award show luckily goes by swimmingly. I hate to have to say goodbye to the eight who already meant a lot to me. Now more than I ever thought possible.

But I knew this was probably the first and only time I would get to talk to them. At least for a good while. The girls gave me a hug, squeezing me tightly. Letting me know once more that I deserved the win. I’m not sure how to say goodbye to the guys. Jinu just tsk’s, and pulls me in for a hug as well.

Even if he makes it seem nonchalant he can’t stop himself from breathing in her hair as she hugs him back.

Mystery makes sure to squeeze tightly, like a reminder that he’s there for her.

Baby playfully rolls his eyes at her, poking her sides to make her jump before giving his own hug. Gently petting the top of her head.

Abby smirks, teasing her. Saying that she only wants a hug so she can feel his abs. She chuckles genuinely, making all their hearts melt.

Last is Romance who will gladly take a hug, lingering for longer than needed. Placing a peck on her soft cheek, causing a soft flush to her face.

Missing the way the girls glare at the boys with envy.

My manager had been surprisingly quiet the next day. Normally he would start calling me the moment the sun woke.

Now it’s Monday, two days after the K-pop Rising Stars Awards. Still, it’s radio silence from my manager. I had messaged him myself to ask if he saw my win. He hadn’t even read it. Nothing.

With Luminara Entertainment right around the corner from the dorms, I headed there early. I needed answers. Arriving around 8 am, I waved at Juna at the reception desk. She smiled gently but there was something almost rehearsed in it. Shrugging off the feeling I head for the elevator making my way to Kyungsoo’s office.

Outside the office door I heard voices. So I at least knew he was in. Knocking softly on the wooden door, I wait. The conversation grew silent immediately. When Kyungsoo finally cracked the door open, his eyes barely met mine.

“Hey, I messaged, but I didn’t hear from you,” I tell him, confusion clear on my face. Partially because he’s just peeking out of a small slit in the door but mostly because I hadn’t heard from him.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” I can tell immediately that it’s not sincere. Voice flat, lacking his usually somewhat warmth. “I’ve just been really busy. Just continue working on your songs in the studio. I’ll check in with you soon,” before I could respond the door closed again.

Busy or not, it was clear I wasn’t a priority. He didn’t even congratulate me. Tension rose in my shoulders like something was up but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

His phone dings with a new familiar chime. Y/n opened her phone. Picking up his own from where it rested on the coffee table.

They had been given an off day after holding a concert on Sunday the day after the Award show. The five of them relaxing a bit. Though that wasn’t the only thing going on.

Mystery had done a full deep dive on Jaewon, turns out the only reason NIOR7 was doing as well as they were. Was because of daddy’s money.

Jinu, who sat next to Baby, recognized the sound too. All of them knew what it meant, having observed her activity since she left the venue. Including making sure she actually got home safe. Not leaving the outside of Luminara dorms until they saw her face in one of the windows.

A new message came in.

Jaewon Enjoying your win

She didn’t start typing, but didn’t move away from it either. Why had she not blocked him yet? As if she heard their thoughts, she excited the chat. Going to her blocked numbers. A list of at least seventeen blocked contacts showed up. All named Jaewon.

It didn’t matter whether she blocked him. He would just get a new number and keep tormenting her.

Jaewon Not for long, I'm sure

What does that even mean? What is he up to?

Abby who stood behind the couch looking at the screen with them. “I’ll call the girls.”

When they had gotten back to Honmoon Tower after making sure Y/n had gotten back safely. The girls insisted on making a pact. Not believing they would actually share everything with them if they didn’t make a pact. They vowed to keep each other updated on everything happening with Y/n. No secrets.

The pact sealed with a tattoo of a tiny flame appearing on their ribs as a reminder, and as punishment. If they were to forget to share something, important or not. The tattoo would slowly start burning, growing stronger the longer it takes. Only stopping when the information is shared.

All they heard was Abby saying ‘It’s about Y/n’ and they appeared in their living room. Worry clear on their faces. Dressed in gym clothes, a sheen of sweat covering their skin. Still a little breathless.

“What is it?” Zoey ask, finding a seat next to Baby as Abby hangs up the phone. Rolling his eyes at their appearance playfully.

“Jaewon, he just wont stop tormenting her,” Jinu explains. “I think it’s a threat but I can’t be sure,” taking Baby’s phone from him to show Jaewon’s last message to her.

“It has to be,” Mira confirms, obvious anger at the man harassing their girl. “What else can you do with this?” she asks, talking about the mirror image of Y/n’s phone.

“A lot,” Baby smirks. “When she’s asleep I can activate her phone and look through it.”

“And if she is using it? Can you listen to what she’s saying?”

“I could yeah,” Baby nods, going to the settings and activating the mic on her phone and the speaker on his own. Her voice immediately filling the space.

“What are you talking about?” I chuckle at the absurdity of my current situation. “You’re dropping me?”

“Yes, I am,” Kyungsoo says. There is uncertainty in his voice, his posture stiff. “Effective immediately.”

“What? But my contract-”

“It’s doesn’t matter,” he cuts me off. “Because of a morality clause. The label believes it’s best to part ways with the recent… controversies surrounding you.”

“Controversies? What controversies?” he avoids my gaze as I dig for more answers.

“That’s not for me to say,” he shrugs awkwardly casual. “You have 24 hours to get out of the dorms.”

“Twenty-fo- What? That’s not enough time! Where am I meant to go!?”

“You’ll figure it out,” with that he walks out, slamming the door to the studio.

“What?” my voice a quiet whisper as I sink back down onto the couch. “What am I gonna do?” I ask myself, my voice shaky.

Bzzz…. Bzzzz

Glancing at my phone which still sat on the coffee table where I left it when Kyungsoo came in.

Unknown Hey, how is your day?

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If I could explain it, I would. But I can’t.

I have just been hyped up on social media, by none other than Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. And I only just met them at an award show. I was obviously my clumsy self and literally stumbled into Zoey. I felt so embarrassed. I looked up to them, still do, and just went and made a fool of myself in front of them. Later that night I was assigned a seat between the two groups.

I don’t know how I got so lucky… and so unlucky at the same time. It was so hard not to freak out. What I expected was to be ignored by both groups. I was a nobody and yet I got to sit with them.

I didn’t deserve this. Not the seat, nor the proximity to them. Hell, they didn’t deserve to be seated with someone as low as me.

But they actually talked to me. At first I wasn’t sure if they were even talking to me, but when I didn’t respond Rumi placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. It startled me.

“I’m sorry, w-were you talking t-to me,” smooth y/n. I scold myself. She only smiled sweetly, like she understood.

“Is this your first award show?” she asked again.

“I- yeah,” I stuttered, grimacing as I awkwardly pulled my shoulders up. “Is it, obvious?” she nodded, chuckling softly. Probably because of the wide eyed expression on my face. Simply because this goddess of an idol was talking to me.

“Just a little,” she says, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “We’ve all been there, but don’t worry. You’re safe. We got you. Any questions you have about events like this, we can answer them,” she gestures to herself, then the girls who were now focused on my too. “Including them, right boys?” she asks the Saja boys on my other side pointedly. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, as I turn to my left where they sat.

They’re all watching me. Relaxed, effortless, like they were born to be idols. There was a shared look between them, no words spoken. A smirk here and a smugly raised brow there.

“Sure,” Jinu replys casually, shoulders lifting in an easy shrug. Smile tugged at the corner of his mouth like he knew something I didn’t.

I returned my gaze to the front, but theres a new feeling that I couldn’t shake. Like I was being watched, though if I peeked in the corner of my eyes it wasn’t them. Or was it?

“Don’t mind them,” Zoey says, waving her hand dismissively. “Relax, I know it’s nerve-wracking to be here. But it will be okay,” she lifts her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, then lets them drop, signaling me to do the same. Then she leans back into her seat. I nod, taking a deep breath and lowering my shoulders before sinking into the seat completely. The tension finally loosening just a little.

“By the way, who are you?” It’s Baby, the maknae of the Saja Boys. Normally the silent type, but I’d heard he can be blunt. This is apparently one of those moments.

“That alone proves to me, that I should in fact not be here,” I mutter under my breath, not knowing they heard me loud and clear. Doubt settling in my throat like it did when I first walked in. I sigh and shake my head, trying to push it down. “I’m Y/n.”

Little does she know that both bands exchanged glances, stunned for a brief moment. They couldn’t understanding why she spoke so little of herself. Sure they didn’t know who she was, but they were sure there had to be a good reason for her being here. They most certainly wanted to find out more about her.

Before any of them could say anything one of the hosts entered the stage.

“Annyeonghaseyo, everyone! Welcome to this years K-pop Rising Stars Awards!” the host spread his arm wide as he spoke. Grand gestures to capture the audiences attention. “The night where we celebrate the freshest talents, the most unforgettable songs, and the idols who’ve taken this year by storm,” the moment he stops talking his co host enters the stage enthusiastically. Joining to stand beside the first host.

“Hello, hello! I’m Seyeon and alongside Minjun,” she introduces the both of them. “I’m thrilled to guide you through an incredible evening packed with excitement, anticipation and of course amazing performances,” cheers fill the venue.

“Tonight, we’ll be honoring a whopping fifteen idols and groups with well deserved awards!” Minjun exclaims, throwing an excited gesture toward the massive screen behind him as the list of categories light up in bold glittering text. I knew the Saja Boys and Huntr/x were nominated for multiple of these categories, which they absolutely deserved.

You would think that I would be nominated for ‘Rookie of the year - Solo’, or maybe ‘Hidden gem award’. Even the ‘Fan’s choice award’ would have made more sense. But no, I was nominated for the ‘Heartfelt Voice Award’. How? I still didn’t understand. It was as much of a shock for me as it was for my manager.

“So, sit back, enjoy the show, and let’s celebrate the incredible journey of our beloved idols - both those just beginning and those shining brighter than ever!” Seyeon brings the energy down gently, her voice calm and methodical as the crowd begins to settle. Turning to her co-host with a smile. “So, Minjun… what category shall we start with?”

“Let’s start with a bang!” Minjun replies with excitement. “How about we start with ‘Album of the year’,” music starts playing as the nominated albums show on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye - bottom right, just barely - I see him. My ex, Seo Jaewon. He’s looking straight at me with that smug look on his face that might as well be a middle finger in a tux, but I ignore it. I have to. I knew his group, NOIR7, was nominated for multiple awards too, including this one.

“Why is he looking this way,” Mira mumbles, just loud enough to make my stomach twist. The stiffness returns to my shoulders like a reflex. Of course she had to notice him.

I decide to just keep quiet. They don’t need my drama in their lives. Focusing my attention back to the hosts. They are both glancing at the screen.

“Wow,” Seyeon breathes. “So many incredible albums. How could we possibly decide on a winner?”

“Luckily, we don’t have to!” Minjun replies with a grin. He pulls an envelope from behind his back, Seyeon joinin ghis as he slowly, deliverately peels it open. Stretching the tension across the room. “The winner of ‘Album of the year’ is…”

“Huntr/x!”

Zoey squeals with excitement. The three hugging while the audience including myself clap. Someone even whistles. A smile graces my face with genuine happiness for the group. They pass me and the Saja boys to get to the stairs that led to the stage.

Wow, Mystery things, she looks kinda cute when she’s this happy. But it’s more than that. It’s the way her eyes light up - not just for the win. It’s adoration, an adoration she holds highly for Huntr/x.

He watches her a moment longer than necessary, feeling a pull he can’t explain. He’s so distracted by her that he doesn’t even clap for his friends win.

Rumi steps up to the microphone, Zoey holding the award, visibly excited for the win. Even though this is far from their first win. “Thank you so much for this incredible honor,” Rumi starts sincerity clear in her voice. “We’re truly grateful to our fans, who inspire us every day, and to everyone who believes in our music and message,” my heart swells warmly at her words a content sigh leaving my lips which does not go unnoticed by the boys. “This award means the world to us, and we promise to keep working hard and growing together. Thank you!”

Soon they return to their seat, placing their award on one of the three small coffee tables arranged in front of our large couch. For a while the smile doesn’t leave my lips as the categories continue. Saja Boys win two awards before NIOR7 wins one.

Jaewon smirks at me deliberately. Clapping the rest of the members on the back as they make their way to the front. Smug and cocky.

“What is up with him?” this time it’s Romance who notices. My gaze drops, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of my dress, bunching it at my thighs.

“It’s me,” I mutter. No use pretending anymore - Jaewon’s public hatred is impossible to ignore it seems. Even for them.

“What does that mean?” Mira asks, I can feel her eyes on me as I sigh in defeat. Shaking my head, I wanna scold myself for sharing this with the people that shouldn’t have to deal with my shit.

“Jaewon is my ex,” I tell them, visibly shaking with the anxiety crawling up my spine. “He’s just trying-” I take a shaky breath. “Trying to shove it down my throat that he’s better than me. Which… he is,” I hate to admit it but I’m going on a ramble now and there’s no stopping me. “We’ve been doing this the same amount of time but my music never took off-” a bitter laugh escapes me. “Meanwhile, he’s out here winning awards, selling out arenas… and I’m just a nobody,” I lift my gaze carefully, fighting back the tears pooling at the edges of my eyes. “It’s like no matter what I do, I’m always one step behind. And he… he makes sure I never forget it.”

Their faces are soft, no judgement, just understanding. My hands loosen their grip on the fabric. Taking a shaky inhale, I glance over at Jaewon who’s still holding his acceptance speech like he is the center of attention.

“Why would he do that?” Zoey’s voice is soft and gentle, reaching across Rumi to take my hand. I shrug my shoulders, an awkward near tears smile on my lips.

“I don’t know,” it’s barely a whisper as it leaves my lips. “I guess he just wants to break me down so I don’t tell-” I stop myself from finishing. Missing the look of curiosity mixed with anger from the eight around me.

“And now, with this nomination, it’s like he’s laughing at me in front of everyone,” I swallow hard, the sting of tears threatening. “I should not be nominated-”

A protective urge flares within them. They are not just interested anymore. Now they want to make sure she gets votes. Recognition, the win.

“What are you nominated for?” Jinu cuts in, his voice serious. It confuses me but I answer anyway. Telling them know the category like it made zero sense and the song I was nominated with. Their eyes flicker with a sudden recognition. Without a word, a silent agreement passes between them.

I want to ask ‘Why?’ but before I can, Jinu takes his phone out. One by one, the others do the same. Confused I turn to Rumi, Zoey and Mira. They too have their phones out. Not wanting to be rude I don’t peek but I can’t hold in my curiosity. Tears pretty much drying up instantly with the need for answers.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Getting you more votes,” Abby says like it’s obvious.

“Wh-what?” my eyes widen, completely stunned. “But- why? How?”

“When you said the song,” Romance starts while still typing on his phone. “I realised I do know the song.”

“It is a heartfelt song,” Mira adds which surprises me. They know my song. “And your voice fits it extremely well.”

“Wait, you know my song?”

“Of course,” they all say in unison. But they don’t know me..?

“How?”

“We got it sent as an offer for our album,” Rumi says. “But we declined it because we thought it should belong to the original artist.”

“But it was always my song…,” I trail off, unsure what to believe anymore. “It was never meant for others…? I never-” realization dawns on me as my eyes search for Jaewon. “He stole it. Oh my god, it makes so much sense now.”

Silence falls over the group, heavy. There is a shift in the air that brushes over my skin, but I can’t put my finger on. Zoey’s mouth parts in disbelief. Rumi’s expression darkens, jaw tight, eyes fixed on Jaewon across the room like she could burn a hole through him with her stare alone.

“He submitted it… as his,” Baby says quietly, like he’s piecing it together in real time.

That’s bastard, Romance thinks, clutching his phone tight. Composing himself quickly before his patterns show. His fingers move fast. One post goes out. Then another. Then another. Until every account he has, on every platform has a post, pushing her song. His screen glowing with the need to fix this.

“But how do you guys even know of my song?” I ask Jinu, confused cause the song wouldn’t fit their group. In my opinion.

“We got to listen to it as well because we are signed with the same label,” Jinu replies calmly, exhaling slowly, sharp and controlled, but there is fury in the stillness of his body. He keeps to himself that he still has the demo saved. That when he feels down, he listens to it on repeat.

“You wrote that song?” Mira asks, her voice almost softer now. “Every word?” I nod, taking my own phone out to show them pictures of my physical note book.

“Look, these are the lyrics,” I show them a page with crossed out lyrics, rewritten and changed again until I thought they were perfect. They all lean in. A little too close.

“Then you’re not just meant to be nominated,” Zoey says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument, stunning me. “You’re meant to win.”

“What- no, it’s not that-” I try to protest, stumbling over my own disbelief. I don’t deserve this. Not their support. Not their attention. Not this.

But Abby speaks before I can finish. “We’re going to make damn sure you do,” his voice low and final. The others nod in agreement.

This isn’t about the award anymore. It’s about her. About what was taken from her. About giving back what belonged to her in the first place.

I sit there, stunned and overwhelmed, for the first time that night, I don’t feel so alone.

But she has no idea just how far they’re willing to go, to make sure she never feels this way again. They know not nearly enough about her yet. But they will. The song already tells them more than she realizes. Little glimpses into her heart, her fears, the way she views the world. It’s raw, honest, painful. The can’t unhear it. Can’t unsee her. She thinks they are just being kind. That it ends with some extra votes and sympathy. Doesn’t know it’s something bigger, deeper. Quiet for now, pulsing beneath the surface.

Waking up in Rumi’s arms was nice. She had turned in her sleep, my head laid on her chest. My arm across her waist, her left arm around my back. My thigh over hers.

Blinking slowly, my eyes adjust to the light coming through the window. A moment later Rumi’s right arm comes up and slides over the arm across her waist.

“Morning, nae byeol,” her voice gentle. “Sleep alright?”

“Morning,” reluctantly moving off her chest, I lay beside her to look at her. “Yes, thank you for letting me stay,” a smile graces her lips. Turning sideways she pulls me in for a hug.

“Of course,” she pecks my forehead sweetly. “Let’s get up, there is something we gotta do.”

“Oh, what are we gonna do?” I ask, slowly letting go of the hug to get out of bed.

“You’ll see,” she winks, walking to her own closet. “I’m gonna go take a shower and then I’ll be down for some breakfast.”

“Alright, I could use one myself,” I giggle, before exiting the room and going back to my own.

While Rumi definitely wants to shower. She first needs to get rid of the burning on her ribcage. Taking her phone off the charger, she walks out to the balcony - just in case. - and calls the group chat.

“Come on, come on,” she mutters under her breath, pressing a palm to her side in hopes of soothing the sting. It does nothing. Her skin feels like it’s on fire.

“What’s up?” Jinu is the first to answer.

“Are you with the others?” she blurts immediately, nearly begging for a ‘yes’.

“Yeah… you okay?”

“Get them on the phone. Now!” her eyes flash golden, and Jinu doesn’t waste another second. He speed-walks out of the dance studio, giving the choreographer a quick signal to take a break. The others are already grouped in the center of the room, and he beckons them closer, phone on speaker.

“I need you all to listen to me,” Rumi demands their attention. Shocked by her tone they nod to let her know they’re listening. “Y/n spend the night with me. She had a nightmare. I think Jaewon might be a demon. And he- he used to assault her,” she says it all in one breath, like if she stops, the burn will return. But with every word, the pain softens.

“Jaewon… a demon?” Abby echoes, his brows furrowing in confusion. Which makes sense, really. Demons like them could usually feel each other out. Especially the human-looking kind. There weren’t many of them left anyway. Sure, water demons still existed—lurking in swamps or singing sailors to their death in the ocean. But ones like them? Quiet. Rare. And they didn’t just go unnoticed. “Why do you think that?”

Rumi exhales shakily. “Y/n told me... she’d wake up with bruises. No memory of how she got them. But she always remembered his eyes. She said they glowed. Not from reflected light, actually glowed. Bright. With anger.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Zoey’s voice joins the call, Mira right behind her. “What’s going on?” Rumi recaps the same information. Now with the guys agreeing to the possibility of Jaewon being a demon. “Okay,” Zoey chirps sweetly, a bit too sweetly. “Can we kill him now?” the fact that Zoey’s voice sounds innocent makes everyone laugh.

“Yes, we can,” Mystery says with a gentle gin on his face. “But we should plan it properly.”

“Ugh. Fine,” Zoey pouts, clearly ready to find the bastard tonight. Rumi grins, the ache on her ribs finally gone.

“Okay, now that the burning is gone. I’m going to take a shower and spent time with nae byeol,” she smiles almost dreamily which earns her amused chuckles.

“I want pics,” Jinu smirks devilishly.

“Me toooo,” Zoey gushes at the thought of pics of Y/n and them spending the day together.

“I don’t think you’re asking for the same kind of pics, love,” Baby teases, smirking as Zoey blinks in innocent confusion. It makes them grin adoringly.

“Just watch the feed,” Rumi chuckles. “I know you put at least one camera in there, even if I haven’t checked.”

“She’s not wrong,” Romance mutters without shame.

“I gotta hurry, don’t want to leave Y/n waiting,” they agree and allow her to leave. She quickly hops in the shower, hurrying to meet Y/n.

Rumi came down, fully dressed but with her hair still in a towel. The share amount of hair made it look massive. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

She walks over to me, pecks my cheek before going to the fridge. My cheeks flush, quickly taking a scoop of my fresh fruit filled yogurt. Hoping to tone down the color in my cheeks. I finish cutting the fruits for Rumi. Dropping them in her bowl, gliding the bowl to her once she is seated on one of the barstools.

She glides one of the bottles she had grabbed from the fridge to me once I sit down beside her.

“So where are we going?” I ask again, hoping she might tell me this time.

She only peeks at me out of the corner of her eye with a smirk playing on her lips as she eats. “Not far,” is her answer, making me pout at the lack of information.

“Do we have time to go grocery shopping?” I ask instead, knowing there was no point pushing her further. “I just-” my cheeks grow warm just thinking about it. “I just want to thank you… for… letting me stay here, for helping me. I want to bake something.”

“Nae byeol, you don’t have to do that-”

“I know,” I cut her off. “But I want to,” my voice grows softer.

“Okay,” Rumi nods, placing a gentle hand on my back. “We’ll find time,” I nod in thanks.

Finishing our breakfast, I ask if she needs help with her hair before we leave. We end in the living room. Me on the couch, she on the rug in front of me after swiftly blow drying her hair.

“Your hair is so pretty,” I murmur, running my fingers through her surprisingly straight hair. It spills into my lap like a magical purple waterfall. Rumi huffs a laugh, nudging my knee softly.

“You’re the pretty one, nae byeol,” my cheeks heat, but I don’t stop weaving my fingers through the thick strands. I gently part her hair, fingers sinking into the heavy locks, starting from the top of her head. It’s so much hair it feels like it could swallow me whole, not that I would mind.

It’s oddly soothing, this slow rhythm of weaving and crossing, the occasional gentle tug making her moan in contentment. Which does not help my case with the crush that’s forming. She is just a friend, Y/n! Maybe I should get it tattooed. Somewhere I can always see it, as a reminder of what I can’t have.

“You’ve done this before,” she murmurs.

“A few times,” I smile, focused. “Used to braid the hair of other girls when I was a trainee… they distanced from me when we became idols,” I tell her honestly, smile falter. “I haven’t spoken to them in years.”

Rumi doesn’t say anything, just reaches up and rests her hand on my knee. No questions, no pressure, just silent comfort.

I finish the braid slowly, tying it off with a hair tie. I take the thick braid in my hands once more. Admiring her gorgeous hair.

“There, all done,” I swing the braid over her shoulder playfully. She stands, turning around, her braid swinging like a rope behind her back.

“How do I look?” she asks, soft and playful.

“Like someone the stars would kneel for,” funny enough, was literally sitting on my knees on the couch. And she always calls me her star.

She steps closer, her knees pressing to the couch on either side of mine. Her hands brace against the backrest, caging me in. Her face so close to mine, I try to back up but there is nowhere to go. A flush blooms under my skin, heat rushing through me at the intensity in her gaze.

“I would sooner kneel for you, nae byeol, than ever let you kneel for me,” her voice is filled with desire, deep and suggestive. I don’t even get the chance to respond.

She kisses me. Just once. Soft. Gentle. Leaning her forehead against mine after. I’m in a trance, it feels. I feel like I’m fifteen all over again with a crush on someone unreachable. On the inside I’m practically screaming. On the outside, I’m a damn tomato.

“Let’s go,” she says, and I swear my knees are still shaking when I stand.

In the elevator down Rumi holds my hand. Her fingers are warm, threaded between mine. With a slight possessive grip. It’s comforting. Makes me feel like I belong right there, next to her. Like I’m hers.

Maybe I am.

But the moment the doors slide open with a soft chime, her fingers slip away. Quick. Like we were never holding hands to begin with.

It shouldn’t sting. I know I don’t deserve any of the attention she’s given me. Still, the absence of her hand feels like rejection.

I look at her out of the corner of my eye, but she’s already stepped ahead, her expression neutral. The version of her the world knows. I walk behind her. Following her like a lost puppy. And all I can think of is the kiss we just shared and how easily she seemingly tossed it aside.

I mask the hurt the moment she waltzes into a double doored office. The office is cold in a polished way—steel accents, floor-to-ceiling windows, a sleek desk with everything precisely arranged. No warmth. No clutter. Just power. Peeking around Rumi I realize it’s Celine’s office.

Celine doesn’t look up when we walk in. “This better be important,” she says, still typing something on her tablet.

“It is,” Rumi replies, without hesitation. “It’s about Y/n.”

That gets Celine’s attention. She glances up, eyes sharp. Calculating. Landing on me like she’s measuring risk. “The idol,” she says. My stomach twists. I stand straighter without meaning to.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re the one who disappeared.” Her voice doesn’t soften, doesn’t ask. “Dropped by your label. No follow-up. No clarification. No counteroffers.”

I open my mouth, then close it. Rumi looks at me like she wants to answer for me, but I shake my head gently.

“I didn’t disappear,” I say, voice quiet but steady. “They dropped me. Out of nowhere.”

“Why?” Celine asks.

I swallow. “I don’t know. They said it was due to ‘recent controversies.’ But there weren’t any. Nothing happened,” Celine tilts her head slightly. She’s still assessing. Still deciding if I’m worth her time.

“It happened right after I won that award. Three days after, actually,” Celine raises a brow. “I didn’t think I was meant to be nominated. But two days before the event, I got called that I was. And then suddenly I’m there, seated between Huntr/x and the Saja boys.”

“Jaewon, from NIOR7,” Celine nods in understanding. “He arranged it,” I say, eyes down for a moment. “He told me after. The nomination, the seat. He wanted to watch me lose,” Celine says nothing, but her expression hardens. Like the gears are turning in her head as she figures out what went down. “Jaewon had been behaving weirdly all night. Huntr/x and the Saja boys noticed. So I told them about Jaewon, how he is my ex and that I didn’t think I should be nominated. They asked what I was nominated for and the song and suddenly without me asking they start posting on social media. Encouraging fans to listen to my songs and vote. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have won,” I blink slowly, the scene from that night playing out in my head. “Jaewon was furious, he told me when I returned from the bathroom that is was him,” Rumi’s hand finds mine. Squeezing in both comfort and frustration that she wasn’t able to get me out of that situation herself.

“The next day I get ignored by my manager, yesterday I want to Luminara Entertainment to get some answers and I get told I’m dropped. No explanation other than controversies that didn’t happen and a deadline to move out of the dorms within 24 hours.”

“And you didn’t approach any other labels?” Celine asks, I shake my head.

“I didn’t get the chance. The girls told me I was coming here before I could even think about what to do,” Celine’s eyes shift to Rumi. There’s something like amusement in her eyes, the corner of her lip slightly turned up.

“You really don’t ask permission, do you?”

Rumi only shrugs, smug. “Never needed to,” another long pause. Then Celine nods once, sharply. Opening a drawer in her desk, she places a crisp folder on the desk.

“No trainee clause. Artist contract. One year term with full backing. Studio access, housing, protection. Quiet reintegration. We release the news when we’re ready.”

“Housing is not needed,” Rumi cuts in. “She’s staying with me, Mira and Zoey,” I can see a flash of annoyance on Celine’s face but she sighs and lets it go. She slides the folder to me. I stare at it like it might vanish if I take my eyes off of it. She nods once I take it. “We’ll get you a new bank account set up. You’ll need a new phone too.”

“I’m taking her,” Rumi says immediately. “We’ll buy one today. I’ll handle the plan and phone number for a clean slate,” Celine nods, turning back to her work in a way that dismisses us.

“That was easier than I thought,” I murmur once the doors to the office are closed behind us. Holding the folder in front of me in disbelief. Rumi chuckles softly. “Did I over do the explanation? I feel like I rambled too much.”

“You did great,” she smiles reassuringly. “Besides, she already knew, but wanted to make sure she heard it from you too,” I nod in understanding. “Okay, let’s bring that upstairs and then we’ll go get you a new phone! Oh and groceries!”

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I hope you enjoyed! I know you guys told me to take my time but I still didn't want to disappoint. Sorry that I guess it's a bit of a recap? Cause she tells everything to Celine. But I hope it was still worth the read!

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Meanwhile with the Saja Boys. The five of them are frantically setting up hidden camera’s in every room. Of both the Huntr/x apartment and their own, just one floor below.

They had been at it since the moment the ladies had teleported near Luminara Entertainment. They had no idea how long they would take, but were thankful for Zoey’s updates.

Telling them exactly what they were doing, including helping Y/n through a panic attack, how they had calmed her down and… the toy incident.

That one had the group pausing mid-task, smirks tugging at their lips. Just the thought of her using it… yeah, that had taken up way more time that it should have.

“Okay, I think we’re nearly set,” Romance says finishing setting up the last camera. In the top corner of the guest bedroom hiding in plain sight. On top of the curtain rail. Soon to be Y/n’s new bedroom.

“All that’s left is to check if they actually work,” Jinu says. Baby the most tech savvy of the five of them installed the surveillance app on all their phones. Put a reminder in his own phone to also install it on the girls’ phones later.

It’s to keep her safe, they told themselves.

Not wanting to startle Y/n when she first arrives they go back to their own apartment when Zoey lets them know they are riding the elevator up.

Streaming the surveillance app to their tv so they could all makes sure Y/n was doing alright.

I felt jittery all over. Never in a million years did I expect to ever see Honmoon Tower from the inside. Let alone Huntr/x’s apartment.

And now… I get live here!?

When the elevator doors open they walk out casually. Carrying my bags, not allowing me to carry one of them. While I pretty much tiptoe out the elevator.

There is no shoe rack or anything, but the tiled floor looks to expensive for my cheap sneakers. Toeing them off I hold them with one finger in each heal. Practically sliding on my socks. I stare at all their song and albums on vinyl’s encased in acrylic which hang on the wall to my right in a perfect grid.

Slowly I walk further into the apartment, hiding my excitement. The girls disappear upstairs which has me halting by the spiral staircase that looks like it shouldn’t even work. I would fear each step would break the moment I stepped on the purple glass. Unless it’s not glass?

My eyes widen when my eyes finally catch the floor to ceiling windows that showcase the cityscape, glowing with life in this mid afternoon. Mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape as I take in the rest of the ground floor of this two story apartment.

There is a open concept kitchen to my left, with beautiful sleek black cabinets with glowing under-counter lights and white marble countertops. A gold rim around the countertop making it look almost too expensive to wanna use. But boy do I want to. All the things I could bake here, I barely register me doing a silent happy dance by jumping from foot to foot for a bit. Think Anna from frozen when she shows Christof his new sled.

“Oh my god, that is adorable,” Abby says an adoring smile on his face. “I’m saving that,” he takes out his phone and saves the last minute of the live feed.

There is a dining table behind the kitchen, a gorgeous glass table with off white chairs, ten to be precise. Why would they need so many chairs? Did they hold meeting here?

The kitchen island has four green velvet like island chairs with black legs to match the cabinets and gold trims like the counter top. But why exactly four?

On the other side of the kitchen sits a gold iron bared shelving unit, floor to ceiling. See through with shelves at random heights. Behind it Two comfy chairs that could easily be a loveseat for two people hidden behind the iron shelves. The chairs the same green as the island chairs. A honey comb like side table in the middle of the two facing chairs. Also, is the floor an aquarium? What is that?

In front of me sat a sunken lounge area. Sofa so long it curled a bit like a snake. Pretty much becoming a half hexagonal shape. It looked incredibly comfortable, covered in a fluffy cream colored fabric. A few pillows in every corner, two blankets. Which is not nearly enough in my opinion. A duck plushy peeking just over the edge. The sight of is had me pick up my shoulders at the randomness of us in a silent chuckle.

Another two of those comfortable looking green chairs faced the couch. A hexagonal coffee table in the center of it with a gigantic blue, yellow and pink rug under it.

And was that… oh my god, a grand piano!

Gorgeous gold accents made of transparent dark blue acrylic. It’s always been a dream of mine to own a grand piano. And while obviously this one isn’t mine. I couldn’t wait to play it.

I’m still standing in the same place when I hear footsteps behind me, but before I can turn around, an arm wraps around my shoulder and I let out a soft gasp. My shoes nearly slipping from my fingers.

“It’s just us,” Rumi says with a soft chuckle. Zoey’s arm curls around my waist, taking my sneakers from me. Turning far enough to place them on one of the steps, managing to stay close keeping her hold on my waist.

Mira leans against the kitchen counter a few steps away, head tilted. “We were wondering if you got lost,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice, a smirk playing on her lips. Though her gaze is soft.

A flush crawls up my cheeks, subconsciously sinking deeper into the other twos hold. Not that they minded. “I didn’t want to overstep-” I mumble cut off by Zoey.

“Gwiyomi,” she says, squeezing my waist gently. “You live here now. You don’t have to hover like a guest.”

“You don’t need our permission just to breathe,” Rumi adds, squeezing my shoulder against her body. The smiles on their faces has my heart doing this - stupid - fluttery thing. Making me mentally shake my head. They are just being friendly, Y/n! Don’t you dare look for something that isn’t there.

Nodding, I let them guide me to the couch where they flop down, letting out a relaxing sigh. I carefully take a seat a little ways away, pulling my legs up. Only then do I notice they’ve changed out of their workout clothes. Rumi and Mira’s hair is down again like it normally would be. And they are all dressed in comfy pajama pants and oversized sweater. They look cozy and dangerously cuddlable.

Zoey’s phone bzzes beside her, she scans her phone before turning to me. What did she see that made her look at me so quickly?

Jinu So you all get into comfy clothes, and leave Y/n in her day outfit?

“Come, let go get you something comfy,” I don’t get the chance to protest as she starts pulling me off the couch. Practically dragging me up the stairs. We pass four doors, two on either side before she opens the third door on our left. “This is your room,” she announces enthusiastically.

Entering the room my feet are met with soft cream colored carpet, a complete contrast to the rug from the living room. The door opens too the left wall of the room, a smile white nightstand about a feet away from the door when it’s fully open.

My gaze is immediately drawn to the bed, centered on the soft lavender walls. The low, plush frame is wrapped in textured fabric that matches the tall headboard - stitched with clean vertical lines that make it look even softer. The pillows are freshly fluffed, dressed in dark lavender cases that match the sheets. At the foot of the bed lies a neatly folded white throw, like it was placed with care. On the far side of the bed stands a second, identical nightstand.

Zoey disappears into a walk-in closet tucked into the right corner of the room, the door cracked open behind her. Directly opposite the bed, a wide desk stretches along the wall, a plush chair tucked neatly in front of it. To the left of the desk is another door. And along the far wall, floor to ceiling windows reach from corner to corner, heavy cream curtains draped to either side.

I follow Zoey into the closet and find her shuffling through my clothes. Did they really have enough time while I gushed over their apartment to unpack my stuff?

“Ooh, this is cute!” she takes out one of my sweaters. A deep green crochet sweater with delicate flowers just below the shoulders across the collarbones. “Put it on!” she watches me with such bright eyes I didn’t dare leave the small space.

With a flush on my cheeks, I slip my fingers beneath the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tug it over my head. Missing the way her eyes scan my exposed chest, only covered by a soft cup bra. I hold the shirt in front of me like a shield. It’s not like she hasn’t seen a body before, but somehow, being under her stare feels vulnerable.

She takes the sweater off the hanger and gives it to me. Putting it on, a squeal comes from Zoey. “You look so cute in this… Gwiyomi,” she winks.

“Thank you…” I mumble quietly, touched by the compliment, biting my bottom lip. Not used to these kinds of compliments. She returns her attention to the closet and swiftly finds a pair of light gray sweatpants and holds it out to show me.

She doesn’t have to tell me again, I instinctively unbutton my jeans. Shoving them down before nearly toppling over as I struggle to yank my foot out of the leg. But Zoey is there to steady me. Her hands, steady and warm, slipping just beneath the hem of my sweater to hold my waist.

Her fingers press into my skin gently but it’s the way she lingers that sends my brain spiraling. She's just keeping me balanced. That’s all. That’s what I tell myself as my heart does this traitorous stutter in my chest. Once I’m free from the jeans, I straighten up, cheeks burning.

“Here, let me help you,” Zoey crouches before me. Rolling up the legs. “Hold my shoulders.”

“I- okay…” I rest my hands on her shoulders, tentative, feeling how solid she is beneath my fingers. She guides me into the pants with such easy confidence I don’t know whether to feel grateful… or mildly humiliated. I mean, I can dress myself. But I’m not exactly in a rush to stop her, either.

Her hands glide over my skin as she pulls up the sweatpants. Fingers brushing along my thighs, then lingering on my ass for just a bit too long but it’s just an innocent touch. Right?

“Oh, and here,” she quickly sets my slippers in front of me. Letting me toe them on.

“Thank you, Zoey,” I murmur.

“Of course, gwiyomi,” my heart continues to flutter at the nickname, but I mentally shake my head. This is the third time she’s called me cutie. Maybe she just likes pet names? “Let’s go back down,” she takes my hand as she starts tugging me out of the room.

“Oh, wait, where does that door go?” I quickly ask before we can exit my new room. She hmm’s stopping in her tracks, looking at the door on the left side of the desk.

“That is your bathroom,” she grins before she continues to pull me along. Her hand holding mine like we’ve always done this. “When we first moved in we decided it wasn’t fair for either of us to have the ensuite,” she explains while we walk. “So we share the bigger bathroom.”

“But- how is it fair that I get it?” I ask, pressing my free hand to my chest like I was even less worthy of the ensuite myself.

“What’s not fair?” a male voice surprises me, finding Abby in the kitchen. Knife in hand while he looks our way with a raised brow.

“Oh,” Zoey waves a hand. “She thinks she doesn’t deserve the ensuite.”

“Why would you not deserve the ensuite?” It’s Romance, stood by the double stove.

“I- well, I-” unable to think of a reason I just stop talking. Tugging at the hem of sweater, self conscious of the small gap between my sweater and sweatpants that shows a sliver of my skin.

“This is a cute sweater,” It’s like Jinu appears out of thin air beside me. His fingers tracing the flowers on my collarbones.

“Oh,” a flush covers my cheeks. Will there ever be a moment with them where I won’t turn red like a tomato? “Thank you,” I nod once almost like I’m bowing to him in thanks. Jinu smiles before joining Abby and Romance in the kitchen. Zoey takes my hand again, guiding me back to the couch.

There sit Mystery and Baby like they come here often. Zoey tugs me down to sit between her and Baby, her thigh brushing against mine. I try not to let my feet rest against Baby. But he just sends me a smile with a look I can’t quite decipher. His hands find my ankles shifting my feet so the balls of them rest against his thigh.

I look between all of them, one question bouncing around in my head. “Do you guys visit each other often?” my question is sudden. I don’t mean for it to sound nosy but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“More often than you might think,” Abby chuckles.

If that is what it takes for them to spend as much time with Y/n as possible. Then meet up they would. Plus it would help with keeping each other updated if they were all there to see what happens with Y/n.

“We try to eat together at least a few times a week,” Mira confirms with a soft nod.

“Today, it’s our turn to cook,” Mystery says from the other side of Baby. “But, the girls told us you would be here, so we figured it was better for you if we came up.”

“Instead of making you come down to ours when you haven’t even settled in yet,” Baby adds, hand squeezing my ankle gently.

“You… didn’t have to include me,” I say, wide eyed. “You guys are friends-” a look unnoticed by Y/n is shared between the eight. “-I’m just a random person. I could have cooked for myself.”

“Nonsense,” Romance replies instantly. “Plus you deserve a little comfort after what happened today.”

“And if the girls are ever out, and you need something,” Jinu starts. “We will be at your service,” he winks voice a little deeper than normal.

Okay, what is happening to this heart of mine? Quiet down, they are JUST being friendly.

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It was weird yet cozy to spend time with all of them again. Abby, Romance and Jinu were actually great cooks. I’ll admit I moaned out loud at the taste, missing the way the guys shifted in their seats when that little twitch ran through them, and how the girls squished their thighs together. I blushed when I realized they were all looking at me. Their eyes filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

“Sorry,” I whispered, a bit embarrassed by my own reaction, “it’s just really delicious.”

Alright, Abby thought to himself. Guess I’ll be cooking for her more often if it means I get to hear that sound again.

They stayed for a while longer after dinner. They all talked about their schedules for a while. Trying to make sure at least one of them would be home. At all times. For me. I told them it wouldn’t be necessary. They just gave me a look. The kind that said you’re not changing our minds, before going right back to planning.

“Okay, so I’ll be home tomorrow,” Rumi says, one hand pressed to her chest as she stares at her phone. Their - now - shared calendar pulled up. “Baby and Mystery have Wednesday,” pointing at them. “Thursday… Romance, Friday Mira and Zoey,” Zoey makes a soft squealing sound, immediately wrapping her arms around me from behind. Pulling me into her embrace, her chin resting on my shoulder. The two of us were sat next to each other on the couch again, just like before. “Saturday we have a concert,” Rumi continues. “And won’t be home until late, but Jinu and Abby will be home. And you can eat with all of them.”

“I-” I hesitate slightly. “I feel… uhm,” their gazes shift toward me. At first unreadable. A little stern. But then they soften, one by one, letting me continue. “…like a bother,” I murmur, my voice quite. I hadn’t moved from Zoey’s embrace. Still in her arms, my back leaning against her chest. My eyes land on my fingers which remove nonexistent dirt from under my nails. “You’re… changing your schedules,” I point out. “… just to accommodate me,” Zoey squeezes my waist gently, Baby’s hand lands on my leg soft and Mira takes my hands to stop me from fidgeting. “I mean, I’m really grateful, don’t get me wrong,” I rush on, nervously. “It’s just… this is your job. Your life. I don’t want to get in the way of that. Or mess anything up. You all have careers and fans and-” I inhale shakily. “…I’m just… I’m not worth changing everything for.”

Silence. It’s heavy, pressing on like my thoughts are being confirmed.

“Yeobo,” Rumi’s voice is low. “Don’t say that,” my heart seems to stutter at the devotion in her voice. I glance up, her eyes already locked on mine, unwavering.

“You’re not a bother,” Zoey murmurs into my shoulder.

“You’re the reason we want to be home more,” Jinu says from his place next to Rumi, sincerity in his eyes.

“But… you barely know me…”

“We know enough to care,” Baby’s deep voice is steady. The truth in his words undeniable.

“You’re not some stranger,” Mira says gently, still holding my hands like she doesn’t plan to let go. “You matter to us. That’s all there is to it.”

“Making sure you have someone to go to,” Abby starts gently. “It’s a choice. Our choice.”

I blink slowly, my eyes landing on the rug like it will spell out the right words to say. But all I feel is heat rising to my cheeks, again.

“I just…” I breath out. “Don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not,” Mystery says simply, instantly, no hesitation.

“You never could be,” Romance adds, sweet smile on his face that just makes my heart melt. And I physically do, sinking further into Zoey’s hold. And still… some small, stubborn part of me thinks. They’re just being kind. That’s all this is. Nodding, I let them continue. Rumi ends up saying that on Sunday, everyone will be home. Abby suggests a movie night at their place, to which they all agree and I do too when they look at me.

“I’m sorry, do you mind if I go to bed?” I pipe up a little while later. My eyes half lidded. Tired from the emotional day I had.

“You don’t have to ask, Gwiyomi,” Zoey giggles gently, squeezing me softly.

“It is getting quite late. We should probably go too,” Jinu says faking a yawn. I stand up with them and walk in the direction of the stair. But I get stopped by a hand on my wrist.

Turning I find, Baby. Before I can say anything, his lips meet my cheek. A gentle peck which makes my eyes widen in surprise.

“Goodnight, yeobo,” he says softly before walking in the direction of the door. I don’t even have time to recover when another peck gets placed on my cheek.

“Sweet dreams, cheonsaya,” Romance says with a sweet smile, following Baby. Wha-

“Sleep well, gongjunim,” Jinu’s voice is soft, his eyes meeting mine before he too pecks my cheek. Abby is quick to follow, pecking my cheek before he speaks.

“Night, tokkiya.”

“Get some rest, okay, ippeuni?” Mystery asks, making me nod with a confirming noise. A smile grows on his lips and he pecks my cheek too. I feel frozen in time. Heat rushing to my face at the fact they all kissed me goodbye.

“Goodnight,” Mira, Rumi and Zoey say in unison to the boys. Zoey and Rumi wrapping their arms around my waist, while Mira wraps hers around my shoulders from behind. The boys wave before stepping into the elevator.

“Sleep well, Gwiyomi,” Zoey murmurs against my cheek as she presses a gentle kiss there. Rumi does the same on my other cheek, squished between the two. Mira takes Zoeys place and places a peck just below my eye.

“You know where our rooms are,” she says, her smile soft but serious. “If you need anything… just come find us.”

“Okay, thank you,” my voice barely a whisper as I walk up the stairs in a daze.

Seconds later the five return. Teleporting to their original seats like they never left in the first place. The girls joining them again. Handing their phones to Baby without having to communicate. The boys open their phones and follow Y/n on the camera’s.

They see her walk into her room, the lights on her nightstands already on. Closing the door with her back. Leaning against the door for a moment. Even in the dim light of the light the blush is visible on her cheeks.

Her hands find her cheeks, pressing against the warm skin like it betrayed her.

“They are only being friendly, Y/n,” she says to herself. “Stop blushing over their actions,” she continues to scold herself. With a sigh she moves away from the door. Walking into the closet she takes off her sweater, gaze falling to her arm.

“What?” Jinu notices first, drawing the attention of the others. Mira was watching with Abby, Rumi with Jinu and Zoey with Mystery. Baby had the girls phones, installing the same app so they too could keep an eye on her. Peeking every few seconds at Romance’s phone.

“Is that… bruising?” Rumi asked, watching the screen as Y/n’s gaze landed on her upper arm.

“How did I not notice that before,” Zoey scolds herself.

“Because you were too focused on ogling the rest of her body,” Baby smirks at her, which leaves her pouting. Though she doesn’t deny the accusation.

“One last mark…” she mumbles to herself. Sighing she drops her sweater in the hamper, located in the corner of the walk in closet. Taking off her bra, she drops it in there too.

It seems almost instinctive, all five of them turn the screen face down the moment they saw her reach behind her. Sure they wanted to see her like this. But they hadn’t installed the camera’s to watch her undress. It wasn’t about that. Not really. Watching her change felt wrong… and yet they all wanted to. Craved to.

“Jaewon has to pay,” Mira says, voice stern, eyes glowing golden. Abby agrees with a huff.

“Agreed, but not today,” Juni and Rumi say at the same time. The others looking almost offended that they can’t just go and take Jaewon’s soul. It wasn’t hard to find him with him always sharing his whereabouts on his social media.

“Y/n is our first priority,” Jinu adds and everyone somewhat reluctantly agrees. Mira’s eyes returning to her human ones. Zoey peeks at Mystery’s phone again, only turning it back the right way fully when she notices Y/n is dressed in a tank top and a pair of pajama shorts. Exiting the closet she heads for the bathroom. There she brushes her hair, brushes her teeth and does a little bit of skin care, before crawling into the big bed.

She looks so small, their little maknae. The watch for a little while longer, making sure she falls asleep. Until her breathing slows and deepens. Only then do they close the app. For now.

Baby hands the girls their phones back, and this time when they say goodnight, they actually leave the apartment and go to their own. Reluctantly so.

Startled awake, I sit straight in the bed, catching my breath. Staring around the room. I scramble to turn the light on. When I do a sigh of relief leaves my lips. With a hand on my chest I try to calm my heart down.

“He’s not here,” I murmur to myself. “He doesn’t know where you are,” closing my eyes I take a deep breath before laying back down.

I try to go back to sleep, but I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, his just stare back at me. I toss and turn for a while before I give up.

“They said you could find them,” I tell myself. Pulling the covers off of me I tip toe out of bed. Softly opening my door. I have no idea what time it is. The small frosted windows the bedrooms have are dark. At least the one across from my bedroom, and the one two doors down. The middle one being the bathroom.

From the corner of my eye, I notice soft lighting from the room next to mine. With soft steps I walk to the door. Lifting my fist, I hesitate. Biting my bottom lip, gaze going to the floor. They gave you permission, Y/n, come on. Looking back up I knock on the door softly. Not wanting to startle whoever was inside.

I don’t hear anything, but I stay for a bit longer. The hope that blossomed in my chest at the light, slowly simmers.

I’m about to walk away when the door opens. Rumi stands there in a white tank top and pajama pants covered in teddy bears and choo choo trains. I wanna giggle at the sight of them but hold it in.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Sorry to bother you,” I start but she just shakes her head as if to tell me stop apologizing for something I’m not being. “…I had a nightmare… and can’t get back to sleep…” I tell her honestly, standing stiff with my hands clasped together in front of me in embarrassment.

“Oh, nae byeol,” her voice tender and soft. Opening the door further she tugs on my hand and pulls me inside. Closing the door behind us. Tugging me to her bed she pulls back the covers and practically shoves me into her bed. I can’t stop the smile from gracing my lips at the action. She practically tucks me in before joining me on the other side. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, quickly turning off the light before she faces me again. Her hands find my waist, tugging me closer to her.

“It’s just,” I sigh, trying to find the words.

“It’s okay,” pulling my pillow closer to hers, then tugging me even closer. Tangling her legs with mine, her thigh resting against my heat. My cheeks heat up at the feeling and I couldn't be more happy that she turned off the light. “Do you have nightmares often?”

“Yeah,” my answer is breathless, which I hope she doesn’t look further into. “… Jaewon… he…”

“Take your time,” she murmurs, her forehead leaning gently against mine.

“When we broke up, a year ago… he still had a key to my dorm,” I close my eyes letting her closeness be my comfort. “He said he had dropped off the key in the box, you know, the one I had to drop mine in?” I feel Rumi nod against my head. “But… he hadn’t. He uhm-” I take a shaky breath. “There were nights that he would randomly show up.”

“He what?” there is anger in her voice. When I open my eyes I swear I see her eyes flash golden, but I play if off as my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“… I would wake up with bruises,” I whisper. “All over,” Rumi stiffens. “I… I never remembered how I got them. Not fully,” my hand fists the cover in the small space between us. “But I always remembered his eyes,” I swallow as they flash in my mind. “They glowed. Not like a reflection of the light,” I shake my head, eyes unfocused. His eyes clouding my vision. “They… actually glowed. Bright with anger.”

There’s a long pause. I feel Rumi’s breath, shallow now, fanning against my cheek.

“He said I was imagining things.” I let out a humorless laugh. “That I was just dreaming. But—” My chest tightens. “But the bruises were real. And I always felt… wrong. Like something had happened and I wasn’t allowed to remember it,” her hands tighten at my waist, fingers curling into the fabric of my tank top.

“He can’t reach you here,” she states like a promise. The hand under my body moves around my neck, tugging my head to her chest. “We will make sure of it,” the tone has a darkness to it that I can’t place. “We will protect you.”

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I save him into my contacts quickly. Like the number might vanish if I take too long. Then I return to the message and just… stare.

로맨스님 (Romance-nim) Hey, how is your day? It’s Romance by the way.

Me Could be better

I decide to say. Not wanting to bother him with what just happened. Ignoring the fact that I have no idea how he got my phone number.

로맨스님 (Romance-nim) Talk to me

I hesitate, thumbs hovering over the keys. But it’s like I can feel the sincerity through the text message. Sighing, I get up and gather my stuff. A pen, notebook, MacBook, stuffing it on my bag as I type back with one hand.

Me My manager just dropped me

Typing it out feels so real. My chest feels tight suddenly, as I take a shallow breath. Exhaling shakily. Exiting the studio I try my best to avoid anyone. Including him.

로맨스님 (Romance-nim) What? But you just won an award Why would he drop you?

Me I don’t know

I mumble along as I type, tears welling in my eyes, vision blurring just a tad.

Me I have to be out of my dorm within 24 hours. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’ve got no where to go.

Managing to avoid everyone I reach the reception. Juna sends a soft smile that is meant to be reassuring. But all it does is show me that she knew. Ignoring her I head for the exit.

로맨스님 (Romance-nim) Don’t worry It will be okay

My brows furrow with confusion. What is that supposed to mean? Closing the glass door behind me, I grip the railing as I descend the steps to the sidewalk. Pocketing my phone, knowing I’ll have to deal with this on my own.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” I mutter under my breath, shoving my hands deep into the hoodie’s front pocket as I start the walk back to the dorm.

Only I don’t get far. Three figures, dressed in gym clothes, hoods up, wave at me. Confused, I wave back politely. Moving out of the way so they can run past me.

But they don’t. They stop next to me, catching their breaths relatively quickly.

“Hey, where are you going?” It’s Zoey, my eyes widen. What are they doing here? Didn’t they have a personal gym. Miles away from here might I add.

“I- uhm- my dorm…?” My answer sounds more like a question. Still gobsmacked to see them here, so far away from Honmoon Tower. “Wait- Did you seriously jog twenty miles?”

“Oh, no,” Rumi puffs, moving her hand dismissively. “But we could definitely use some water. Mind if we come along?”

“S-sure,” I’m not entirely sure I believe her but nod anyways. Not wanting to disrespect them. “It’s this way,” I point in the direction they just came from. Following me the short walk to the dorms they stretch their arms. “How do you hide your hair in that?” I ask before I can even register what I’m saying. “Sor-“

They burst out laughing at the randomness of the question.

“It’s annoying, for sure,” Mira says, her hair nearly as long as Rumi’s. “But, oh how do I explain this. Uhm, you know when you have a long cable? Of like an extension cord?” Where the hell is this going, I wonder but nod in understanding. “You know when you roll up a long cable, using your hand and elbow, and it looks like a giant looped bow when you grab it in the middle? Yeah, that’s basically what we do with our hair.”

“That has to be the weirdest description I’ve ever heard,” I say matter-of-factly, causing another chuckle between the girls.

“I have to help, it’s really something,” Zoey says leaning her elbow on my shoulder. A smile on her face telling me she doesn’t mind. A smile tugging at my own lips as we reach the lobby of Luminara dorms.

“I’ll have to warn you, it’s a bit cramped,” I tell them as we reach my floor, the third. Taking out my key I walk to the door all the way at the end of the hall at the front of the building.

“That’s okay, we all started small,” Rumi shrugs. I tilt my head in understanding, unlocking the door and letting them in.

“I don’t have any guest slippers,” I grimace in realization. “Nobody visits me really…” Zoey pats my shoulder.

“That’s okay,” they take off the shoes, putting them in the small shoe rack just next to the entrance. Walking in on their socks. I do the same, not wanting to be rude, I leave my slippers by the door.

“Alright, water,” walking the small distance from the entrance to the kitchen area. It’s two counters and a fridge and freezer combo unit. I had a moveable one pit electric stove top. Currently propped against the wall to maximise the useable space. “Watch your head, if you want to sit down. I’m sorry I only have two chairs,” I point out the table around the corner. I don’t dare look at them, embarrassed of the small space even if it won’t be mine for much longer.

Opening the fridge I take out three water bottles, handing them one each without making eye contact.

“Oh, if you need to use the bathroom. It’s that door,” I point to the only other dorm in the small three by four space.

“Thank you Y/n,” Mira says, voice surprisingly gentle. She takes a seat on one of the chairs, Rumi taking the other. Zoey taking Mira’s lap as her personal seat. Mira smirks not seeming to mind at all. I nod once walking past them to open the storage space under the floating bed.

Taking out three bags. I place one open on the counter, leaving the others on the floor for now. I can feel their eyes on me as I walk back and forth to the storage that is also part closet. Taking out clothes and shoving them into the bag.

“Going somewhere?” Rumi asks curiously.

“Uhm… sort of,” I answer, not really paying them much mind beyond that. My brain working over time on trying to figure out what to prioritize.

“What do you mean?” Zoey asks, voice soft filled with concern and it does nothing to help keep my composure. The tenderness of it. The way she’s already bracing for an answer I haven’t even given yet. My fingers tighten against the edge of the counter as my throat constricts. I try to inhale. It’s shallow. I can’t form the words. My eyes don’t focus on anything, shooting in every direction like my racing thoughts all leading to one conclusion.

I have no where to go.

“Hey, hey,” Rumi turns me around, pulling me into her chest. One hand cradles the back of my head, the other rubbing soothing circles on my back. I feel her turn us, and soon there is pressure against my back. The two squeeze me between them. Anchoring my body like a weighted blanket. I can feel their breathing, calm and stead. A rhythm their hold forces me to follow.

“It’s okay,” Mira whisper above me, her voice gentle as if she doesn’t want to startle me. “We’re here,” I nod shakily, a stuttering exhale barely keeping me from crying.

“They-“ I struggle to start. Taking a shaky deep breath. “They dropped me.”

“Luminara?” Zoey asks from where she now sat on Mira’s chair. I nod in response against Rumi’s chest. They don’t let go. Just let me calm down in their embrace.

It’s nice, feels welcoming. I feel protected, for once. A content sigh leaving my lips, my hands clutched between my body and Rumi’s slowly moving to wrap around her thin waist.

Mira carefully lets go, testing the waters before leaving me in Rumi’s arms.

“Okay, look at me nae byeol,” my cheeks heat at the friendly nickname. She loosens her grip just enough to let me look up to her. Cupping my face with the hand that had been cradling my head close to her chest. Wiping away a tear with her thumb that had managed to slip out. “What are you most worried about?” Her eyes stare deep into mine, concern, laced with something I can’t place. Devotion.

“I have twenty-four hours to get out of the dorm,” my voice is groggy, my throat thick with fear. “I have no where to go,” I admit my gaze lowering in embarrassment.

“Okay, consider it fixed,” Zoey say capturing my attention. My eyes finding hers.

“What…?” My voice barely above a whisper in surprise.

“We have a spare bedroom, you can stay there.”

“What? No? I’ll just be a bother,” I protest. “I have no income anymore, I-“ just by the looks on their faces I can tell there is no point in continuing my attempt at giving them reasons to not let me stay.

“We’ll help you pack,” Mira says, getting up, grabbing on of the bags that I had left on the floor. Going to the storage closet and starts packing.

“We got you,” Rumi murmurs into my ear, pecking my cheek before she lets go of me. Grabbing one of the bag as well. Heading for the bathroom.

Shell shocked, I stand there for a good few seconds.

“Alright, a car will come get us later. They are on standby for now,” Zoey says, pulling me from my frozen state. “Is there stuff that you can’t take with you?”

“Ah, yes,” I nod. “All furniture stays here. The duvet covers and pillowcases are mine but the duvet itself and the pillows need to stay here. Uhm, oh all kitchen cutlery stays, plates, glasses, tubs.”

“Even this one?” Zoey presents a Huntr/x mug from one of the cupboards. Making me flush red once more.

“N-no, that one’s mine,” she grins, endearment in her eyes as she carefully wraps it with paper towels. Taking the bag I had been putting my clothes in, I climb up the ladder to the floating bed. I begin with taking the duvet out of its cover. Carful not the bump my head against the ceiling.

At random moments they’ll ask if something needs to stay or if its mine. Showing me it from all angles with Rumi being in the bathroom, so the item appears high just beyond the wall. Zoey being in the kitchen holding up the item, and Mira being below me having me bend over the edge to see the item.

Taking the furthest of the corners from the fitted sheet, I start pulling harshly. I have never been the best at placing nor removing fitted sheets.

“What about this?” comes Mira, holding onto the sheet I peek over the edge.

“That’s mi- AH!” nearly falling over the edge myself as the corner finally let go. But Zoey is there in a second caging me against the ladder before I reach the floor.

Startled, I nearly miss the loud bang of something rolling off the bed, onto the laminate flooring. Before even seeing the item, a flush covers my cheek. Grimacing with my eyes closed as silence fills the room.

“What was that?” Zoey blinks, carefully stepping back from me, making sure I safely landed on the floor. Turning she looks at the item now on the floor. “Oh my god,” she gasps with glee.

Zoey crouches down, practically waddling over to the item. “It’s pink,” she notes biting back a grin. “Cute choice, a bullet vibrator. Travel friendly,” my face burning hotter than the sun.

“What the hell was that noise?” Rumi chooses that moment to enter the room. Zoey crouched like she’s studying evidence of a crime scene, me on barely steady feet on the floor, red faced and humiliated, and Mira frozen by the closet with a t-shirt in hand. She blinks, walking closer to Zoey to stare at the object that should have remained hidden. “Oh,” she says, a smirk slowly tugging at her lips. “I see,” Zoey lifts it with two finger like it might bite her. “It looks expensive. Is it waterproof?”

I don’t know whether to nod in confirmation or climb back up the ladder and hide under the covers.

“Well,” Zoey hums thoughtfully. “Can’t forget the essentials, right?” then she calmly walks it over to one of the bag and places it inside like its nothing more than a charger cable.

“You guys are the worst,” I groan with embarrassment.

Zoey flops onto one of the chairs, grinning wide. “You say that now, but you’ll thank us when you’re stress-free at our place-”

“With all the time to use… that,” Mira seems to have recovered again, a full smirk on her lips.

“I hate you.”

“You love us,” Rumi says sweetly, already packing more of my things like nothing happened. But I know I’ll never live this down.

Finally everything is packed, with no more embarrassing moments. I had taken off my hoodie, leaving myself in a long sleeved shirt when it got too hot. Shoving the hoodie in one of the bags. I drop my key into the little metal box in the lobby and Zoey calls the driver to come pick us up.

While waiting on the curb, doubt creeps back in. “Are you sure it’s okay I stay with you?” Instantly they eyes turn to me. Wide like they couldn’t believe I still need to ask.

“Yes,” Mira says firmly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “We are sure.” And we will do anything to keep you there, too.

“Plus, once you sign with Honmoon Entertainment, you won’t even need your own place,” Zoey adds, way too casually. “You can just stay with us forever,” I do a double take when her words fully register.

“Sign with Honmoon?”

“Yes,” Rumi nods definitively. Like it was already decided.

“But-” I can’t finish when a black SUV stops in front of us.

“Gaja, Gaja,” Zoey grins, jumping into action. She pops the back where she stacks my four stuffed to the brim bags. Slamming it shut with a loud bang. Meanwhile Mira gets in the car first, then Rumi who holds her hand out to help me in.

I sit behind Mira, Rumi next to her and Zoey climbs in beside me. It still felt so surreal, I nearly forgot my seatbelt. But before I can reach for it. Zoey’s already pulling it around me swiftly, a serious look on her face as she clicks it into place. An ecstatic grin returning immediately after.

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The living room was dim, the automatic lights having dimmed to a soft glow. Jinu had cleared the cake plates and put the leftover cake back in the fridge. With Y/n now safely upstairs with Zoey, it was time.

Baby was busy setting up Y/n’s new phone. Added all their contacts and blocked all of Jaewon’s old phone numbers including the one he used to torment their girl today.

“We are not letting this slide anymore,” Abby broke the silence first, voice calm. But power simmered under his skin.

“I’ve never seen her shut down like this,” Rumi says, leaning against Jinu. A sorrowful look on her face. “I think the fact that you held her did help,” she looks at Romance, a soft smile plays on his lips. Very glad he was able to comfort her.

“He announced he has an event tomorrow night,” Mystery says, phone in hand, arms littered with his patterns. Unable to suppress them at them moment. The need to protect what was his taking control. “It’s near Itaewon. He’ll be drunk and distracted,” he adds looking at the event information. Seeing that there was an open bar and entertainment.

“Perfect Mira smirks evilly, eyes golden with dark excitement. “You two tail him,” she points at Baby and Mystery. “Make sure he feels watched, make him paranoid.”

Baby’s lips curl. “I’ll take his phone. Easy in a crowded place, put it back before he notices it’s missing.”

“And once you have it?” Rumi asks, wondering what he had in mind. She could guess but wanted to make sure they were all on the same page.

“I clone it. Mirror everything. Just like I did with Y/n’s phone,” he elaborates. “I’ll be able to see his texts, calls, location. Every disgusting thing he searches. E-ver-y-thing,” the look on his face is enough to kill someone. Which he very much planned on doing.

“We’ll mask our presence,” Mystery adds. “He won’t know who we are but he’ll notice,” he turns into a random dude right in front of them. It looked nothing like any of them, but had the darkest, most sinister look on his face when he smiled.

“Let’s make him wish he never laid eyes on our girl,” Abby’s statement is final. The first part of their plan set up and ready to be put in motion.

Waking up bare chested was new… and odd. Not something I ever did. It was slightly chilly too. Cuddling closer to Zoey who still laid next to me. Her arms wrapping around me even tighter in response. My face nuzzles into her neck. Zoey shudders as a content sigh fans her skin.

“Gwiyomi?” her voice soft as the somewhat surprised question leaves her lips. The word sounding slightly slurred with sleep.

“Good morning,” I smile against her neck. She squeezes me, sleepily.

“I don’t want to get up,” she says, pecking my head. “Just want to stay right here with you,” I giggle at her breathy words. Pulling away just enough to look at Zoey. Her eyes are still closed a soft smile on her lips. It’s hard to hold myself back from kissing them. I can’t right now, can’t be even more of a distraction, she’s got work to do.

“You gotta work,” I tease her, tickling her side. Her eyes snapping open squeals leaving her lips unwillingly.

“S-stop-” Zoey stutters through giggles. Chuckling, I stop tickling her giving her some space to breath. “Oh my god, that woke me up,” she chuckles.

“Now you gotta get out of bed,” I start pushing her towards the edge of the bed.

“Only if you come with me,” she pouts, ass already slipping out of the bed. I just chuckle and keep pushing her till she’s fully on the floor. Turning my back to her I let out a sigh feigning peace and quiet, closing my eyes again. “No, no, no,” Zoey stomps around my bed, blocking the sun cascading on my face. I peek one eye open, the pout is still on her face, brows furrowed in anger.

“Fine,” I whine, sitting up slowly. A grin forms on her lips. Leaning forward she pecks my nose to which I scrunch it. She grins then pecks my lips.

“Time to get ready, you’re gonna spend the day with Baby and Mystery,” nodding I stand up. she pulls me closer by my hips pecking my lips again, and again. Her hand slide over my ass, a squeal escaping my lips when she suddenly squeezes. My hands bracing against her shoulders in surprise.

“Zoey~,” I whine a flush covering my cheeks. She just shrugs like it was nothing. Something she had to do, couldn’t leave untouched.

“Get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs before we leave, okay?” I nod to which she nods in return. Pecking my lips tenderly, lingering before leaving my room. Not caring that she was still topless.

When she closed the door it dawns on me that I too was still topless. I really needed a shower after last nights events, but at the same time I didn’t want to get rid of the feeling of Zoey’s touch.

After a quick shower and changing into a pair of light blue shorts and a comfy hoodie, I make my way downstairs.

“Oh! There is my breakfast!” my eyes shoot up to meet Zoey. Mira and Rumi chocking on their own breakfasts. Surprised by their bandmates words, spoken with such excitement. My cheeks burn red with humiliation. Though, I can’t deny the twitch it sent below.

“Zoey~,” I whine, reach the kitchen unable to look at either Rumi nor Mira. “You can’t just say that,” I pout. She just giggles and pulls me into her embrace. Cupping my cheeks she pecks my lips softly, like an apology.

“I’m just teasing, gwiyomi,” she says. “Though I could definitely eat you for breakfast another time,” her voice barely above a whisper, she pulls away handing me a place which had a leftover slice of cake. Completely missing the smirks on Rumi and Mira’s face as they shake a look.

So could we.

“Thank you,” taking the plate I move around the island, taking a seat next to Mira. Face hotter than a tomato. I take a quick bite of the cooled cake in hopes of cooling my face. Not taking my eyes off the unhealthy breakfast.

Missing the way Zoey has to hold back her squeak of excitement. Having just told them about last nights escapades. The other two were only a little bit envious but it means she’s trusting them more and more.

“Here is your new phone,” Mira slides the iridescent pearl colored phone to me. It now had a clear case on it and when I pressed the screen there was a selfie of the eight of them. It looked like they took it when they held a fan event together. One I couldn’t attend. They all made funny faces which brought a smile to my face.

“Thank you, what about my old phone?” I ask, scrolling through my phone to see if their were anything missing. Everything seemed to be there.

“Baby took care of it,” Rumi says, shrugging her shoulders. Portraying that Baby would get rid of it. But in reality he held on to it to see if Jaewon would still message her. “Don’t forget to set up a password. Oh and all our numbers are in there. Including Bobby’s, Felix’s and Celine’s,” Bobby being their manager, Felix being the Saja Boys’ manager, and head of Honmoon, Celine.

“So if you need us, we are only a call away,” Zoey smiles sitting down beside me. She pecks my cheeks sweetly before digging into her breakfast like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“What will you guys be doing today?” I ask curiously, only a little nervous about spending the day with Baby and Mystery. Not that I didn’t trust them, but if there was a picture in the dictionary with the word intimidating, it would be them.

“We have to record our new song,” Rumi says. “And then we can finally show you.”

“I can’t wait to show you,” Zoey claps with excitement. The smile on her face bringing a copy on mine. Her excitement was one of the things that first drew me in when it came to Huntr/x. They had debuted just the year before I started traineeship. I was hooked before they even had debuted. The funniest of clips had been going around of challenges they had done during their traineeship. Along with Zoey struggling to learn Korean.

Obviously her mom was Korean but she grew up in the US where their had been no use for the language. It was absolutely adorable to watch her learn. Now you would think she’d always spoken Korean.

“I can’t wait to hear it,” I finish my cake just as the elevator dings. Out walk Baby and Mystery. “Good morning,” I greet them. Getting up I clean up my plate, putting it in the dishwasher. Soon putting in the girls’ plates to.

“Right, we are off now,” Rumi announces. “Take good care of her,” she gives the boys a pointed look. Not that she doubted them. Baby doesn’t look too fazed but there is a flicker of offense in his eyes.

“I’m sure they’ll take wonderful care of her,” Zoey says squishing my face before she presses her lips on mine. It’s tender with a small bite that promises more later. After a squeeze to my ass causing me to go red, she smirks and walks in the direction of the elevator. I get pulled in for a peck by Mira. Missing the way Zoey kisses both Baby and Mystery. But I don’t get to recover before Rumi does the same.

“We’ll see you tonight,” Mira calls out, the two of them following Zoey. Meanwhile I’m stood frozen. Still by the dishwasher face flushed with both embarrassment and guilt.

I’ve been intimate with Zoey, I shouldn’t go around kissing her band mates behind her back! What is wrong with me!?

“You okay ippeuni?” Mystery’s sudden yet extremely comforting voice bring me back to reality.

“Uhm, yeah,” I think about talking about my predicament with them but decide against it. “We gonna do anything special today?” I ask instead. I’ll have another internal battle about this later.

“The plan was to just chill today,” Baby says, letting out a somewhat annoyed sigh before continuing. “But we have an unexpected radio interview.”

“Oh, uhm, that’s alright. I can just stay here,” it’s no biggie really, but they way they look at me is like I've just insulted them.

“No, you’re coming with,” Mystery walks over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and starts tugging me along. “Gaja.”

“Won’t I just be in the way?” I swiftly snatch my phone from the counter. Letting Mystery guide me without much protest.

“You could never,” Baby’s voice sounds deeper than normal, making a shiver run down my spine, deliciously. No stop it body, don’t betray me!

The car ride was almost eerily quiet. But I knew both of them weren’t big talkers. Instead they showed their attention with a - possessive - grip on my knees.

“So, what is the interview about?” I decide to break the silence with my curiosity.

“Not sure, something about getting to know us better as individual people.”

“You don’t sound excited about it,” I note. I mean I couldn’t blame them. Why they decided to put the two of the most silent people of the group together for an interview is beyond me.

“I just can’t be bothered to talk to people about myself. Especially those nosy hosts,” Baby replies, his hand squeezing my knee. “I would much rather spend the day with you,” a shy smile plays on my lips at his words, wishing we could indeed be doing that instead.

“Sadly, responsibilities get in the way,” Mystery adds. “Other wise we would never leave your side,” his grip tightens on my knee, it doesn't hurt, it actually felt nice. Possessive.

Before I can respond the car stops in the parking garage of the radio station. No door opens which means the driver is staying the car. The back of the large SUV being completely separate form the front. Mystery get’s out first then lends me his hand. With the SUV being this large, I was grateful for the hand, jumping the small distance to the concrete floor.

Baby appeared from the other side of the car. A look that screams ‘I don’t want to be here’ on his face. Which was not far from the reality.

Baby was promised alone time which he now doesn’t get to have. His time will be even shorter with her now with both him and Mystery going after Jaewon tonight.

Everything the building they are met with a member of their own staff. He looks nervous as he apologizes. Rambling on and on about how they had missed the invitation and had to do it now.

They don’t really respond only starting at him as they continue to make their way through the building. Soon met by one of the hosts. I recognized her as Yoomi. Also knows as the Queen of cozy late-morning talks.

“Joeun achimimnida, Baby-ssi, Mystery-ssi,” she greets enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for joining us on the radio today!”

“Annyeonghaseyo,” we greet them a respectful bow. The two painted fake smiles on their faces.

“Oh, is this who I think it is?” her eyes find me. “Y/n, the one who stole everyone’s heart!” her excitement seems to grow to the point I subconsciously stand closer to Mystery. Not used to this kind of attention from strangers.

“Hello,” I wave awkwardly, voice quiet. Mystery turns to me arm subtly wrapping around my waist. It’s just a touch yet a sense of calm washes over me.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh, I’m just here to support my sunbaes,” I say honestly.

“You can join them,” her enthusiasm only makes me stress more. Her co-host Haemin joins the conversation just then.

“Annyeong,” he greets casually.

“Hae, don’t you think Y/n should join them for our segment?” Yoomi pulls on his arm like it’s the best idea she’s ever had ant his need to happen.

“A-annyo,” I wave my hands like I’m pleading but they either don’t care or don’t notice.

“One moment,” Baby cuts their conversation. taking my arm the three of us go back intot he empty hall. “Take a breath,” his voice isn’t stern, it’s gentle, soft. His eyes scanning my face with concern.

“Why do they want me to join?” I ask expecting them to not have an answer. “I’m a nobody,” my breathing hasn’t gotten any better even with me intaking puffs of air. All I want is for one of them, or both of them to encage me.

It’s like they can read my thoughts. Mystery turns me to him, pulling me into a tight grounding hug. My head tucked safely into his chest.

Slowly my breathing returns to it’s normal pace, but I don’t leave Mystery’s embrace just yet.

“You’re not a nobody anymore,” Mystery’s soft voice breaks the silence that surrounded us. The way he says nobody sounds like he never thought I was one.

“What do you mean?”

“Look,” I turn in Mystery’s hold looking at Baby’s phone. “It's my Weverse account, which last I checked had about a thousand members. Now it nearly has a million members. No where near theirs but still. I stood shell shocked for a moment. “These fans want to get to know you,” my eyes meet his. Mine filled with uncertainty and anxiety, his filled with adoration and support.

They didn’t want cause her more stress, but they knew that getting her on this show. Even if they didn’t want to themselves, meant she would get more support from fans. Make them fall in love with her just like they did, but never more then them. They would never be able to love her more than they did.

“This would be the perfect opportunity to do just that,” Mystery adds, squeezing me gently. “Besides, it won’t be as boring anymore if you’re there with us,” turning my head to look at him, I find a smirk playing on his lips.

“Alright, I’ll do it, but promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” the sound of their voices in sync send flutter to my stomach. Stop it!

“I’ve never done a radio interview before,” I admit. “Please make sure I don’t say anything I’m not supposed to.”

“Of course, yeobo,” Baby packs my cheek.

Before we started a picture was taken of the three of us with the two hosts. Reluctantly, I was placed in the middle. Haemin’s arm around my waist while Yoomi, almost clung to Baby. Mystery next to Haemin with his usually stoic face, but it felt darker being close to him.

They posted the picture to all Maju FM’s socials. My phone dinged with the notification form the tags. Which reminded me to put it on vibrate for now.

Tune in at Maju FM for a surprise guest! Not only Baby and Mystery will be joining us int he segment of ‘WHO ARE YOU!’. Recent award winning Y/n will be there too! Time to find out more about this diamond in the rough idol!

Now we were sat in the actual studio. Baby sat to my right, Mystery to my left. I had expected the room to look more… serious? Instead, we were sat on a comfortable couch which was decorated with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets. Mystery had immediately thrown a blanket over our legs. I wasn’t really sure why, maybe because it was the tiniest bit chilly? My shorts covered me well enough, I think?

The hosts sat on their own soft love seats. Legs pulled up next to them. Yoomi had a blanket across her legs. An adorable tea set beside her on a small round table the height of the arm rest. We had three similar tables, one a little more to the right of me and one on either side of the couch. Each containing the drink we asked for plus a water bottle.

Mics positioned in front of all of us, checked and ready to go. A bright bubbly jingle plays with a sparkle chime.

“Everyone, it’s that time again! The segment you’ve all been waiting for!” Yoomi starts off loud and excited as she always does.

“WHO~ ARE~ YOU~!” Haemin joins Yoomi for the chaotic almost game show like intro.

“This segment is where we meet the idols we love as who they really are,” Yoomi explains for any new listeners. “And today’s guests? We’ve hit the absolute jackpot! How is this even real?”

“You might have already seen on our socials, but dear listeners we are so excited to introduce to you,” Haemin pauses dramatically. “Baby and Mystery, the two Saja Boys that always keep you guessing. Will we get to know more today!” the two only say a hello, not acknowledging whether they’ll share anything or not before letting Haemin continue. “And an unexpected but very much welcome guest. The one I know a lot of you have been dying to know more about! It’s Y/n~!” I say a polite hello a little overwhelmed with their excitement.

“All three of you, welcome!” Yoomi finishes, a lot calmer now, though the excited smile doesn’t leave her face.

“Let’s start with Baby and Mystery,” Haemin says, relief washing over me. “We’re honored to have you join us.”

Baby spoke first low and even. “Thanks for having us,” but there was no sincerity in his voice. Mystery only hmm’ed in acknowledgement.

“We know you’re not big on interviews,” Yoomi said lightly. It was true. They enjoyed game shows more. But even then they weren’t the most talkative. Only talking when they had to or addressed by their band mates. Plus it usually involved less talking about themselves. “So we’ll keep this easy. How are things right now, musically? What are you working on?”

“Studio work mostly,” Mystery answered with a shrug. “Filming for a music video along with working on new songs,” Baby didn’t add anything but Haemin still turned to him.

“Same for you?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugs. “We just finished our national tour, so we have a bit more free time at the moment.”

They continue to ask them questions, neither of them able to get so much as a chuckle out of them. All serious nearly one word answers.

That’s when I felt it. The fabric of the blanket moved. Barely noticeable with the way I had my arms resting on my legs. The hosts certain didn’t notice. Baby’s hand found my thigh first. Fingers firm around the skin of my upper thigh. Thumb rubbing slow grounding circles. Mystery’s hand joined soon after on my other thigh. Fingers curling around the curve of my thigh. Silent, solid. But there loud and clear. Both possessive in their own way.

Their faces betrayed nothing when I looked at them. Their touch making me almost forget where we were. Pulled back to reality when Yoomi’s voice booms again.

“And now…” Yoomi turned her attention fully on me. “The one we really can’t belief is here. Y/n we are so glad to have you here! How are you?”

I straightened stiffly, nervous. Both hands squeeze my thighs once grounding me. Calming my nervous a bit. “Thank you for having me, especially with no notice,” I reply awkwardly. “I’m alright… a bit nervous, I must admit,” a quiet self deprecating laugh escaping my lips.

“Why is that?” Haemin asks curiously.

“Oh well… I’ve never been interviewed before,” I answer honestly. It was true. I’ve been an idol for three years now. 0 interviews. “So, it’s a bit nerve wrecking, ‘cause I have no idea what you’re going to ask me.”

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Haemin said, voice warm sending a wink my way. Neither Baby nor Mystery seemed to like that, If the way their grip on my thighs seemed to tighten was anything to go by. “We’ll be gentle with you,” that made Mystery shift, which might not seem significant, but this man was practically a statue. Why did he not like Haemin?

“Thank you,” a gentle smile curves my lips. “I appreciate that,” Baby’s fingers curled just a bit tighter around my thigh. It was possessive yes, but it conveyed that he was there for me. They both were.

“Let’s just jump right in, shall we?” Haemin said taking a quick sip of his coffee. “A lot of people don’t know anything about you. You practically shot up in popularity after the Kpop Rising Stars Awards last weekend. Which we will come back to, but for now… Tell us about you. Who is Y/n? How long have you been in the industry?”

That question felt heavier than it sounded. My fingers fidget nervously above the blanket. Both hands seem to gravitate towards mine. Letting me know it’s okay to take my time.

“That’s true,” I answer softly. “I am pleasantly surprised to have gained more fans since then,” I took a breath to steady myself and allow myself a moment to think. “I am Y/n, originally from Jeollanam-do and 23 years old. I came to Seoul when I was fifteen. My parents didn’t agree with me, but they let me go anyway. I entered traineeship under Luminara Entertainment, who gave me an idol contract five years later.”

“Wow, that’s already quite the journey,” Yoomi murmured. “What’s it like under Luminara Entertainment?” I didn’t realize I started grimacing until Haemin chuckled.

“Not that great?” he asks.

“Well…” I shift awkwardly. I probably shouldn’t trash talk the label, but I’m no longer with them. “I can’t speak for everyone,” I preface. “But yeah. My experience wasn’t the best-”

“Wasn’t?” Yoomi cuts me off. I miss the way Mystery’s hidden gaze meets Yoomi. Glaring daggers at the interruption. Though Yoomi either doesn’t notice either or isn’t bothered. “As in… you’re not signed with them anymore?”

“No,” I reply a smile returning to my face. “I’m currently signed with Honmoon Entertainment.”

“Ah, so now you get to play with the big ones,” Haemin grinned. “Huntr/x and the Saja Boys! What’s that like?”

“Well I see them a lot more than I expected,” deciding not to share that I live with Huntr/x. “I obviously knew of them before, but I only first met them just last weekend. It was surreal, honestly,” I chuckle. “I mean I was just a nob-”

“You weren’t just a nobody,” Baby said quietly, but loud enough to silence the room. Caught off guard by the calm firmness in his tone. He didn’t look at me, nor at the hosts. He just spoke like it was factual and no one could tell him otherwise. Not even me.

Yoomi blinked, surprised. “Right… So-so you met them at the award show?”

I nod. “Yeah, that was the first time. I didn’t expect anything, let alone their support. They didn’t owe me anything. But they helped, both with my nerves and getting the win. Which I wouldn’t have won without them,” I send an appreciative smile to both of them.

“They didn’t know you and still helped?” Yoomi tilts her head. “Why was that?” she turns to flick her eyes between Mystery and Baby.

“We knew her song,” Mystery spoke voice low and composed. “But didn’t know it belonged to her,” his answer seemed to confuse the hosts as they shared a look with each other, brows furrowed.

“Right. Apparently, Luminara had shown my song around to other artists, including them. To sell it, I guess? I didn’t even know. They had turned it down, but… they remembered.”

There was a pause, heavy. Silent, with gentle squeezes of their hands in support.

“When we got shown the demo,” Baby starts softly. His eyes on me. “We collectively decided it belonged to the beautiful voice it was sung by,” the intensity of his eyes and words caused a flush to fill my cheeks.

“We were never told who it actually belonged to but we kept the demo. Hoping that one day we would find out who it belonged to,” Mystery adds a rarely seen soft smile on his lips, directed at me. And only me.

“Hearing that from them,” a sigh of appreciation leaves my lips. My hands subtly covering theirs above the blanket. “Meant more to me than they know.”

“That must have been hard to find out, though,” Haemin frowned.

“It was. I worked on that song for ages. It’s about me. My pain. And they showed it off behind my back.”

“Is that why you left Luminara?”

I couldn’t stop the huffed laugh, with frustration running through me like a rollercoaster. “I didn’t leave. They dropped me. Two days ago, with a deadline of twenty-four hours to vacate the dorms. No real explanation.”

“What!?”

“That’s insane!”

“But I’m better off now,” a soft smile playing on my lips. “I get treated well at Honmoon. And get the support of a lifetime from Huntr/x and the Saja Boys,” eyes lowering a bit. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without them,” both their fingers caress my skin tenderly.

Getting back to Honmoon tower, I lean against Mystery, socially exhausted. “Did I do okay?” I ask quietly as we enter the elevator. Baby holds a pass to the sensor just below the buttons inside. Unlocking two additional numbers which I recognize as both their floor and the Huntr/x floor.

“You did great,” Mystery spoke softly, leaving a lingering peck on the top of my head. Baby steps next to me after pressing their floor. Gently taking my hand, lifting it to his face. Gently pecking the back of my hand before lowering our hands back down. Keeping my hand in his.

My phone had been vibrating none stop since the segment aired. But I have been too scared to look at it. Afraid of what my new fans though of me. I might just give my phone to them so I don’t have to see it first hand.

The elevator opens with a soft chime, I follow them out, bending to take off my shoes. Only Mystery is quicker. On one knee one hand tapping my ankle, silently telling me to lift it. Baby is beside me still, holding me steady now as Mystery removes my shoes. Neatly placing them on the shoe rack right in front of us.

“Thank you,” I murmur, blush already flushing my cheeks. Baby pecks my cheek before letting go of me and taking off his own shoes. Not wanting to overstep I wait for both to move further into the apartment. The first thing I notice was the space. It’s pretty similar to the Huntr/x apartment in size.

High ceilings, sleek lines, rich brown hardwood floors. Windows stretched all the outer walls. Floor to ceiling, showing the Seoul skyline beautifully.

Everything looked expensive. The wall next to the elevator was covered with awards they had won. Which makes me wonder where I actually left mine. A little to the left stood a black marble table with comfortable looking black leather chairs, fit for ten people.

Further left, just around the corner from the entrance sat an extremely large kitchen. L shaped with a separate five seater island. Black and marble seems to be the theme here. Black marble counter tops, black cabinets top and bottom with gold accents. TWO REFRIDGERATORS!? I mean, I guess they are five people. Men no less, I guess they eat a lot.

A grand piano stood alone in the center of the sunken living room. Beautiful maroon red on a cream colored rug, lights of different sizes hang above it. Did all suites have a grand piano? To the left a half moon leather couch positioned in front of a TV that is suspended by the ceiling, in front of the large curved windows. Two golden floor lamps on either side of the couch. The rug beneath it looked soft to the touch, black and white stripes almost like a zebra. But the spaces was bigger between stripes. A round coffee table with a white marble top.

Just next to the dining table was a small sitting area with a couch and small book cases holden more books than I expected. Gentle lighting hanging above it.

And to my surprise a bar on the right side of the Piano. I wonder what they store there. Do they drink often or did it come with the apartment without their input?

It felt like them, dark, effortlessly luxurious. Some how it felt like they knew how to host, how to spoil, how to take care of someone without ever saying a word. Something Mystery and Baby were most definitely good at. If how they worked together without communication just to take my shoes off was anything to go by.

Mystery guided me to the black leather couch while I still looked around, amazed. He sat down first and before I could even think about sitting down next to him. He pulled me into his lap.

A blush gracing my cheeks in surprise. He silently pulls my legs onto the couch. Making me sit side ways, but makes sure I can lean against him. My head leaning against his shoulder both his arms wrapped around me. His face buried in my hair.

He takes a deep breath which surprises me. But I don't say anything about it as it seems to calm whatever it was that was stirring inside him.

"I don't like how Haemin talked to you,” his voice lower than normal. I know exactly what he's talking about too.

"Me neither," Baby appears with drinks for the three of us and a platter which held small snacks. He hands me the platter and places the drinks on the table, before lifting my legs in the air. Mystery making sure I don’t fall. Baby sits down close to Mystery and gently lowers my legs back down. His hand stays on my leg with a possessive yet gentle grip. "I- I’m sure he was just trying to be nice,” I try to excuse his behavior.

I was waiting in the hall while mystery went to use the bathroom and Baby went to talk to their staff member about the sudden interview. He was just a little ways away. I could just see his minty blue hair.

"Hey,” a voice called smoothly from the hall to my right. I turn to see Haemin slip out of one of the doors. A charming grin on his face

"Hi,” I greet politely. His eyes skimmed over me slowly as he walked closer.

"I can't lie, I wasn't expecting you to be that... composed. Or this pretty,” was that meant to be compliment? His eyes scan me again making a shiver of discomfort run down my spine. He steps even closer, entering my personal bubble. "You got plans tonight?"

What? What is going on?

"I- I do, actually,” I answer honestly. Not that I would have told him the truth If I didn't have plans.

In my peripheral vision, I see Mystery and Baby. They are not walking towards us. Just quietly observing.

"Too bad," Haemin's smirk flickers for a second. "I think we could have had a lot of fun," that makes me take a half step back. Subtle but not obvious. "You Know, you're kind of dangerous,” my brows rise.

“Dangerous?"

"Yeah,” he grins like he said something clever. "Sweet voice, gentle eyes. That combo get's stuck in a guys head.”

"Good thing it was just Radio,” I mutter while my skin gets itchier the longer I talk to him. He chuckles, still confident.

"Still leaves a lot to the imagination,” before I could decide how to respond, I caught a subtle shift in the air. Like magnets Baby and Mystery got closer like a warning, unamused by Haemin's actions. His eyes flicker to the two guard dogs. His grin dimming like he finally realized this wasn't going anywhere. "Anyway," he backs off with a shrug. “Don't be a stranger.”

“But I am thankful that you guys were there,” I thank them pecking Mystery’s cheek. Leaning forward, careful of the platter and pull Baby’s face closer, pecking his cheek too.

They are gentle, harmless like when they always peck my cheeks. Their presence is warm, Mystery's arm around me pulls a little tighter, grounding me against him. Baby’s hand slides from my shin to my bare thigh. Fingers curling possessively which makes my stomach flutter.

I shouldn’t feel this. Shouldn’t want this but I do. They all make me feel things I’ve never felt before. But… Zoey. We never discussed…, guilt washes over me.

But this… it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s dangerously magnetic, unreal and just… right.

Baby leans in, his voice a breath across my face. “That all we get, yeobo?” the sound of his voice and the look on his face makes me flush red.

“It’s all it should be,” my voice trembling, just barely a whisper. Mystery shifts below me, forehead brushing against my temple, his lips gracing the skin along my jaw.

“Then why do you look like you want more, ippeuni?” a gasp escapes unable to answer. I can’t cause I do want more but I shouldn’t. And I hate myself for it.

My pulse races as Baby’s thumb starts moving in slow circles against my thigh. The warmth of his touch crawls up my skin. I shouldn’t let it get to me. Shouldn’t let it pull me in.

But instead… I lean into it. I kiss Mystery first, slow and uncertain. Yet no longer wanting to pretend I don’t feel this. His lips patient, surprisingly gentle. His hand cups my cheek while the other pulls me closer by my waist.

His lips move against mine with unspoken desperation. There was a message behind it. something I couldn’t figure out. My hands find his chest, fisting the fabric of his sleeveless sweater. A need to get closer , something to keep me grounded.

He tasted like mint and quiet danger. The danger not directed at me, it felt protective instead. Comfort and chaos keeping me from pulling away. Not that I wanted to in the first place.

By the time I pulled away, my heart hammered in my chest, breath gone. He places another gentle peck to my slightly swollen lips. Movement brining my attention to Baby. His eyes on me as he blindly places the untouched platter on the coffee table.

His hand replaces Mystery’s place, cupping my face, a gentle swipe of his thumb across my cheek. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips. Pulling me in as he leans in. His lips meet mine softly, like I’m a breakable piece of porcelain.

It’s so soft I nearly whimper wanting more. His hand slides to the side of my neck, thumb brushing my throat dangerously as he pressed deeper into the kiss. Every movement of his lips was a new whisper. I’ve got you. I want you. You’re ours.

When I finally pulled away my lips tingled, my head light as I sank deeper into Mystery’s embrace. I didn’t even open my eyes yet. Just breathed and let myself feel in the quiet of their presence.

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