#nagyung

“I was bored,” she chirped, pulling you down the hallway of the convenience store, humming some ridiculous song. “Besides, I wanted to see you.”

It was easy with Jiheon. She made things feel lighter, like gravity wasn’t so heavy around her.

But then—there was Nagyung.

She had arrived without fanfare, standing near the cold drinks section, her arms crossed, her gaze flicking up as Jiheon practically skipped past her. Her short, dark hair framed her sharp eyes, expression unreadable as always.

You didn’t say anything at first, but your heart tugged at the sight of her.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” you said.

Nagyung raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. You always act like you’re too cool for this kind of stuff.”

She scoffed, the corner of her lip tugging upward—not quite a smile. “Someone’s got to keep Jiheon from buying all the sugar in the store.”

Jiheon peeked out from the other aisle, two bags of gummy worms in hand. “Too late!”

Nagyung rolled her eyes but let out a soft laugh. The kind she only ever did when Jiheon wasn’t looking. Or when she thought you weren’t looking.

You noticed, though. You always noticed Nagyung’s silences, the way her hand would linger too long near yours but never quite touch it. The way she always walked just a little behind, letting Jiheon be the one beside you.

You wondered if she knew how often you looked for her in crowded rooms, or how your heartbeat felt weirdly guilty every time Jiheon leaned her head on your shoulder.

Jiheon was like the sun—blinding, warm, impossible to ignore.

Nagyung was the rain—quiet, cold at first, but deeply comforting when it lingered.

Later that night, the three of you sat on a rooftop. Jiheon laid down, using your lap as a pillow, her eyes closed as she talked about everything and nothing at once.

You glanced up—and there she was.

Nagyung sat a few feet away, chin resting on her knees, gaze lost in the stars. The wind ruffled her hair, and for once, she wasn’t guarding her expression.

There was something sad in the way she looked at Jiheon. No—at you.

Like she was giving something up without even saying a word.

You leaned toward her, voice barely a whisper. “You okay?”

She flinched slightly, then nodded, still not looking at you.

“Yeah… I’m just tired.”

You knew that wasn’t it.

But you didn’t push.

And she didn’t explain.

Because maybe that’s how it was always going to be—with Jiheon in your arms, and Nagyung quietly turning away from the warmth she never thought she deserved.

The days started blending into each other after that night on the rooftop.

You didn’t realize how much of your life had started orbiting around the two of them—Jiheon’s laughter and Nagyung’s silence.

They were your constants, even if they didn’t know it.

It was a Thursday afternoon, just after a heavy summer rain. Jiheon had insisted on dragging you to the arcade near the station.

“I swear,” she huffed, holding a claw machine joystick like it was life or death, “these machines are rigged.”

“You’ve said that five times now,” you deadpanned, watching the claw drop helplessly over a stuffed penguin before sliding back up, empty.

She groaned, pressing her forehead against the glass. “I need this penguin, Y/n. It looks like you when you pout.”

“I don’t pout.”

“Totally do.”

You laughed under your breath, but your eyes drifted toward the entrance, half-hoping—and there she was.

Nagyung stood at the door, her hair damp from the rain, strands clinging to her neck. She wore that usual oversized black hoodie and cargo pants, like she didn’t care about the world’s opinion. But she still turned heads.

Especially yours.

She caught you looking, gave a nod—barely noticeable—but her eyes held something softer than usual. Like she wanted to say hi, but didn’t know how to in front of Jiheon.

Jiheon turned just as Nagyung approached.

“Noona! You came!”

Nagyung forced a smile and rubbed the back of her neck. “Someone had to make sure you didn’t burn the place down.”

“Please. I’m the safest chaos you’ll ever meet,” Jiheon giggled, then nudged your arm. “Right, Y/n?”

You nodded, half-distracted by Nagyung’s presence.

The three of you ended up in a photo booth, Jiheon in the middle, forcing peace signs and funny faces. Nagyung stood stiff beside you, her expression unreadable as Jiheon leaned into you, her cheek brushing yours.

You swore you felt Nagyung flinch.

The flash went off.

And that was the first photo that captured your guilt.

Later, as Jiheon dashed off to get ice cream, you found yourself alone with Nagyung on the bench outside. The rain had stopped, but the clouds lingered, casting the world in soft gray.

She sat next to you, arms crossed, looking straight ahead.

“You don’t like those photos, do you?” you asked, voice low.

She didn’t answer right away. Then:

“It’s not the photos.”

You turned to her. “Then what?”

She finally met your eyes.

“I’m… just used to being the one on the side, I guess.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re not.”

She gave a dry laugh. “Y/n, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say things that make me think you see me that way.”

Her voice cracked slightly, and she quickly looked away, blinking fast like she regretted saying anything.

You hesitated, heart pounding, before gently asking, “What way?”

A pause. A long, aching pause.

Nagyung clenched her jaw. “Forget it.”

You didn’t. Couldn’t.

Because her silence said more than her words ever did.

A few days later, Jiheon surprised you with a picnic.

“Just the two of us,” she smiled, pulling you to the park with a checkered blanket and a box full of your favorite snacks. “You’ve been stressed lately.”

You tried to smile. She always meant well. Always so bright, so considerate.

But ever since that moment with Nagyung, you felt a weight in your chest that didn’t belong there before.

As Jiheon chattered about the bugs in the grass and how she wanted to paint your face someday just for fun, you noticed her tone shift.

“So… you and Nagyung.”

You looked up, startled. “What about us?”

She chewed on her straw thoughtfully. “You’ve been… weird around her lately.”

Your heart skipped. “Weird how?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, trying to sound casual. “You look at her like she hung the moon. But then you pretend you’re not looking.”

Silence settled between you.

Jiheon played with a blade of grass. “Do you like her?”

The question was simple.

But your answer wasn’t.

“I…” You exhaled. “It’s not like that.”

“Is it not?” Jiheon’s voice was quieter now. Not angry. Not sad. Just… unsure.

“I care about both of you,” you admitted. “You’re like the light I didn’t know I needed. And she’s…”

“She’s the shadow you can’t stop chasing.”

You looked at her, shocked at the way she said it. Jiheon smiled sadly.

“I’m not dumb, Y/n,” she whispered. “I just hoped maybe if I got closer first, you wouldn’t notice how much she means to you.”

That night, you didn’t sleep.

You stared at your ceiling, mind replaying every moment with both of them. Jiheon’s warm hand in yours, her laughter echoing in your head. Nagyung’s quiet stares, her eyes screaming things her lips would never say.

You realized you were standing on a cliff, and no matter who you stepped toward, someone was going to fall.

The next afternoon, you found Nagyung alone by the school’s back stairwell. She often hid there, behind the vending machines, sketchbook in hand.

You sat beside her. Said nothing for a while.

Finally, you asked, “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

She didn’t look at you. Just flipped the page in her sketchbook.

“Because I’m not her,” she replied quietly.

You frowned. “I never asked you to be.”

“But you look at her like she’s everything you ever wanted. And me?” She laughed bitterly. “I’m the noona who’s too cold, too distant, too—”

“You’re not.”

She paused.

You continued, voice trembling slightly. “You’re just scared. And so am I.”

Her eyes met yours, raw and exposed for the first time.

“I liked you,” she whispered. “Since before Jiheon ever said your name out loud. I liked you when you were just that quiet guy who helped clean up after club meetings. I liked you when you offered me your umbrella but didn’t say anything else.”

“Then why didn’t you—”

“Because she liked you too,” she cut in. “And I thought she had a better chance. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

You reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.

“I wish you had told me,” you whispered.

“I wish I was braver.”

Her voice cracked, and you realized—for all her calm, for all her tough exterior—Nagyung was just as fragile as the rest of you.

You held her hand tighter.

She looked down, then up again, eyes full of questions. “Do you love her?”

You hesitated.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I know I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Tears welled in her eyes—but she blinked them away. Stood up.

“Then figure it out,” she said quietly. “Before one of us ends up broken.”

And just like that, she walked away.

Leaving you with a heart torn between sunshine and shadow.

You thought you still had time.

Time to figure things out.

Time to untangle the ache in your chest.

Time to keep Jiheon smiling while slowly pulling Nagyung out of her shell.

But feelings don’t wait.

And guilt doesn't give second chances.

It was Jiheon who invited you out that day.

"Let’s go to the hill," she said, pretending like she hadn’t cried last night. You could hear it in her voice—the way it wavered when she laughed. The way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore.

You agreed, because you couldn’t say no to her.

Not when she was holding on so tightly.

The hill was where the three of you used to go.

Tall grass, lazy winds, a view of the sunset. The place where Jiheon once confessed she liked you, cheeks red, laughter clumsy. The place where Nagyung never said a word, just smiled faintly and stared off into the sky.

Now, it was just the two of you.

Jiheon sat close to you, but didn’t hold your hand. Didn’t lean in like she usually would. She just looked down at the tiny flowers brushing against her shoes.

“Do you love her?” she asked suddenly.

The question shattered the silence.

You looked at her—really looked at her. Her eyes were glassy, but her face was set. Like she already knew the answer.

You didn’t want to lie.

“I don’t know if it’s love,” you said softly. “But it’s something I can’t ignore anymore.”

She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I already knew. I just… wanted to hear it from you.”

You opened your mouth to say something—but she beat you to it.

“I kept telling myself if I smiled enough… if I made you laugh enough… you’d pick me. I thought I was your type. I thought—” her voice broke, “—I thought being bright would be enough to make you forget her.”

She laughed, bitter and broken.

“I always knew she liked you, you know? But she never said anything. Never once. So I thought it was okay to like you. I thought I wasn’t stealing anything.”

“Jiheon, you’re not—”

“But I am,” she snapped, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m trying to hold on to something that was never mine.”

You reached for her, but she gently moved your hand away.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “It’s mine. For falling for someone who never looked at me the way he looked at her.”

You walked her home that night, and she didn’t say another word.

But her silence said everything.

The next day, you searched for Nagyung.

She hadn’t shown up for class, hadn’t replied to your messages.

Your feet led you to the art room—where she always went when she wanted to be alone.

You found her there. Alone. Sitting by the open window, light falling softly on her sketchbook.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she said, not looking up.

“I had to,” you said.

She finally turned to you.

“I saw Jiheon yesterday.”

You froze. “You… did?”

Nagyung nodded, her eyes distant. “I didn’t mean to. I was walking up the hill, and I heard her voice. I heard everything.”

You stepped forward, heart racing. “Nagyung—”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she cut you off, standing up. “But now I can’t stop hearing it. The way she cried. The way she said your name. Like it was a wound.”

You didn’t know what to say.

She looked at you then—really looked at you. And there was no mask this time. No coldness. Just raw, aching pain.

“Do you know what it feels like,” she said slowly, “to love someone in silence for so long… and then finally hear them admit they love you back, only because someone else got hurt in the process?”

Your lips parted, but no words came.

“I wanted you,” she whispered. “God, I wanted you so badly it hurt. But not like this. Not when it means Jiheon breaks.”

“She knew,” you said, voice hoarse. “She knew and she still wanted me to tell the truth. You think it didn’t kill me to watch her cry? But lying to both of you was worse.”

Nagyung’s fists clenched at her sides.

“I’m not blaming you,” she said. “I’m blaming myself. For not being brave. For standing in the shadows too long and then wondering why the sun never looked back at me.”

You walked up to her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“I do look at you, Nagyung,” you said, voice low. “All the time. I just thought you’d never want someone like me.”

She blinked, confused. “What?”

“You’re older. Cooler. You always seemed so distant… like I didn’t belong in your world.”

Her voice cracked. “You idiot.”

And then she pulled you in.

Her lips crashed against yours—desperate, trembling, angry, soft. Everything at once.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, in the silence of the art room, your hands on her waist, hers in your hair.

But when you pulled apart, her eyes were already brimming again.

“This changes everything,” she whispered.

“I know,” you said. “But I don’t want to go back.”

She nodded slowly.

Then turned away.

“Neither do I,” she whispered. “But we still have to face her.”

And when you did…

It was worse than you imagined.

Jiheon stood outside the art room door. She had come to return a book.

She had heard everything.

She looked at both of you. Her face pale. Eyes wide. And the world seemed to stop.

“Don’t,” she said softly, raising her hand. “Please… don’t say anything.”

“Jiheon—” Nagyung started, but Jiheon backed away.

“I get it,” she said, her voice breaking. “I really do. You guys are meant to be. I was just the… the warm-up, right?”

“No—” you choked. “You were never just that.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I really hoped this wouldn’t hurt this much,” she whispered.

Then she turned. And she walked away.

Neither of you followed her.

Because she deserved space.

She deserved to be angry.

She deserved to be seen.

Even if it was too late.

That night, none of you slept.

And everything changed

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the dark room. You stared at it, the name Nagyung flashing like a warning. Your heart thudded in your chest as you hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen. Finally, you swiped to answer.

“Hey,” her voice came through, soft but steady. “Are you… awake?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sitting up in bed. “What’s up?”

There was a pause, long enough for you to hear her take a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking. About… everything.”

You swallowed hard. “Me too.”

Another silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. Then, she spoke again, her voice quieter this time. “I can’t watch Jiheon cry. I can’t be the reason she’s hurting.”

Your chest tightened. “Nagyung, it’s not just you. I—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. “But I’ve been thinking… maybe there’s a way we can all be happy. Or at least… less miserable.”

You frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

She exhaled sharply, like she was steeling herself for what came next. “What if… what if we shared you?”

The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal. You blinked, unsure if you’d heard her right. “Shared me?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Jiheon loves you. I love you. And you… you care about both of us, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your mind raced, trying to process what she was suggesting.

“I know it sounds crazy,” she continued, her voice gaining a little more strength. “But I can’t stand seeing her like this. And I can’t stand the thought of losing you either. Maybe… maybe this is the only way we can all be together without someone getting hurt.”

You ran a hand through your hair, your thoughts a tangled mess. “Nagyung, I… I don’t even know if that’s possible. Jiheon would never—”

“She might,” Nagyung cut in, her voice softer now. “If it means she doesn’t have to lose you completely.”

You sat there, stunned, the weight of her words pressing down on you. The idea was absurd, impossible even. But the desperation in her voice made it hard to dismiss outright.

“I don’t know,” you admitted finally. “This is… a lot.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “And I’m not saying it’s easy. But I think it’s worth considering. For all of us.”

You leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. The room felt too small suddenly, the walls closing in around you. “I need to think about this.”

“Take your time,” she replied, her voice gentle now. “Just… don’t shut me out, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised, though your voice felt hollow.

The call ended, and you were left in silence, the weight of Nagyung’s proposal settling over you like a thick fog. You couldn’t shake the image of Jiheon’s tear-streaked face from your mind, or the way Nagyung’s voice had cracked when she said she loved you.

The next morning, you found yourself at the park, the same spot where Jiheon had confronted you just days before. You didn’t plan to go there, but your feet carried you anyway, as if drawn by some invisible force.

She was there.

Jiheon sat on the bench, her legs tucked under her, staring out at the pond. Her messy ponytail swayed gently in the breeze, and for a moment, she looked so much like the girl who had first pulled you into her orbit—bright, carefree, full of life.

But then she turned, and you saw the shadows under her eyes, the way her smile didn’t quite reach them anymore.

“Hey,” she said softly as you approached.

“Hey,” you replied, sitting down beside her.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable. It was as if you were both waiting for the other to break it.

Finally, Jiheon sighed, leaning back against the bench. “I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?” you asked, though you already had an idea.

She glanced at you, her expression unreadable. “About Nagyung. About you. About… us.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “And?”

She hesitated, then looked away. “I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose her either. She’s my best friend.”

You nodded slowly, your throat tight. “I know.”

Jiheon turned to you then, her eyes searching yours. “Do you think… do you think there’s a way we can all be together? Without anyone getting hurt?”

The question caught you off guard, even though it shouldn’t have. You stared at her, trying to find the right words. “Nagyung… she mentioned something like that.”

Jiheon’s eyes widened slightly. “She did?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Last night.”

Jiheon looked down at her hands, twisting them nervously in her lap. “What do you think?”

You exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on you. “I don’t know. It’s… complicated.”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “It is. But… maybe it’s worth trying.”

You looked at her, surprised by the resolve in her voice. “You really think so?”

She met your gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I don’t know. But I think… I think I’d rather try than lose both of you.”

Her words hung in the air, fragile and tentative. You reached out, taking her hand in yours. Her fingers were warm, familiar.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said softly. “Together.”

She smiled then—a small, hesitant smile—but it was real. For the first time in days, it felt like maybe, just maybe, things could be okay.

Later that evening, you found yourself standing outside Nagyung’s apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. You knocked softly, and after a moment, the door opened.

She stood there, her short dark hair slightly messy, her sharp eyes widening in surprise when she saw you.

“Hey,” she said, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping into the familiar space.

The air between you was charged with tension, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of tension that made your skin tingle, your breath catch in your throat.

“Did you talk to Jiheon?” she asked, her voice quiet.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“And?”

You hesitated, then met her gaze. “She’s willing to try.”

Nagyung’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, stepping closer to her. “But we need to talk about this. All of us.”

She nodded slowly, her gaze dropping to your lips for just a second before she looked away. “Okay.”

You reached out, gently tilting her chin up so she was looking at you again. Her breath hitched, and you could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” you whispered.

“I know,” she replied, her voice barely audible.

“But I want to try,” you added, your thumb brushing against her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and when she opened them again, there was something raw and unguarded in her gaze.

“Me too,” she breathed.

You leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Instead, she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft and tentative but filled with promise.

When you pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

“We should call Jiheon,” she said quietly.

You nodded, your heart racing. “Yeah.”

As she reached for her phone, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the three of you—and whether this fragile balance could hold without shattering

The next time the three of you met… it wasn’t in silence. It wasn’t heavy, or painful, or sad.

It was in Jiheon’s tiny living room, with pillows scattered across the floor and her Spotify playlist humming gently in the background. Nagyung showed up with a six-pack of lemon soju. Jiheon handed her a slice of chocolate cake like it was a peace offering.

They didn’t talk much at first, but something was different this time. Their eyes met—and no one looked away.

Jiheon smiled. “I’m not giving up on him.”

Nagyung smirked. “Neither am I.”

You blinked, halfway through a sip of water.

“…Wait, what?”

Jiheon giggled, that signature twinkle back in her voice. “We talked. Like, actually talked.”

“All night,” Nagyung muttered, taking a swig. “Felt like couples therapy. But messier.”

Jiheon rolled her eyes. “Point is—we’re doing this. Together. We’re gonna try. But…”

You leaned forward. “But?”

“We’re going to take turns dating you,” Jiheon said firmly, like she’d rehearsed it. “Fair and square.”

“Wait, like… alternate days?” you asked, dumbfounded.

Nagyung shrugged. “Think of it as a rotation. Jiheon gets her fluffy dates. I get my chaotic ones. You get both versions of heaven.”

You stared at them.

Then laughed.

And for the first time in weeks… you weren’t torn. You were lucky. Really, ridiculously lucky.

Date #1 – Jiheon’s Day

She showed up in a cream cardigan and soft pink skirt, a tiny bow in her hair, practically glowing with excitement.

“We’re going somewhere fancy today,” she beamed. “So dress like you didn’t just roll out of bed.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you changed three times.

The restaurant was dimly lit, cozy, the kind of place with handwritten menus and candlelight dancing on wine glasses. Jiheon ordered pasta for both of you before you could even open the menu.

“I already checked the reviews,” she said smugly. “Their carbonara is a 9.7. No cap.”

Dinner with her felt like falling in love for the first time again. She talked with her hands, laughed loudly, and fed you bites across the table like you were in a K-drama. People stared, but she didn’t care.

Later, you walked hand-in-hand to a nearby cat and dog café.

She squealed the second a golden retriever climbed into her lap. You watched as she melted into a pile of fur and giggles, motioning you over as a sleepy kitten curled against your shoulder.

“This is nice,” she whispered, resting her head on your shoulder as dogs snored beside her. “You. Me. Peace.”

You kissed her temple.

And it really was peace.

Date #2 – Nagyung’s Turn

She showed up in ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a mischievous grin. No frills. No ribbons. Just pure her.

“Bar first,” she said, slapping your arm. “We pre-game before we play.”

The bar was loud, neon-lit, crowded. But next to Nagyung, it felt easy.

She downed her first shot like it was water. You tried to keep up—and failed beautifully.

She laughed when you coughed. “Lightweight.”

“You tricked me,” you wheezed.

“You’re cute when you suffer,” she winked.

After drinks, she dragged you to the arcade two streets down. You didn’t expect her to be a full-on beast at Dance Dance Revolution.

She killed every round. Then grabbed your hand and pulled you to the air hockey table.

“I let Jiheon have her candlelight,” she smirked. “You get chaos with me.”

Your hand brushed hers between rounds, and in a rare quiet moment—when the room felt a little less loud—she pressed her lips to your cheek and whispered, “This is where I’m happy. With you. Like this.”

You smiled.

You were starting to think love didn’t have to look the same every time.

The Rotation

The days passed like scenes from two different movies:

With Jiheon, you wore cozy sweaters and walked through book fairs. She sang badly at karaoke, forced you to try ice cream flavors that didn’t make sense, and said “I love you” so easily it made your chest ache.

With Nagyung, you chased thrill. You rode motorbikes together down coastal roads. She smoked a clove cigarette once and handed it to you with a smirk. Her love was intense, deep, unspoken—but always there in her fingertips, her smirks, her rare, vulnerable stares.

They didn’t fight. They didn’t compete.

They learned to exist beside each other. Sometimes they even laughed together—like the time you tripped over a corgi leash and both girls roasted you for ten minutes straight.

You’d never blushed harder.

But you’d also never felt more seen.

One Night, Three Hearts

One night, the three of you ended up back at Jiheon’s apartment again.

There was leftover pizza, two bottles of soju, and a dumb movie playing in the background.

Jiheon lay curled against your side, laughing at the screen.

Nagyung leaned against your other shoulder, sipping quietly, the tips of her fingers brushing your arm.

And for a moment… There was no jealousy. No uncertainty. Just warmth.

“I still think you got the better deal,” Jiheon whispered teasingly. “Two girls who adore you. You’re spoiled.”

“Obviously,” Nagyung muttered. “He doesn’t even deserve it half the time.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around both of them.

“You’re right,” you said. “I don’t deserve it.”

Jiheon looked up. “But?”

You looked between them.

“But I’m going to love both of you with everything I’ve got.”

They didn’t answer with words.

They answered with smiles.

And in Jiheon’s giggle, in Nagyung’s quiet hand squeeze… you knew.

Love doesn’t always follow the rules.

Sometimes, it writes its own.

Suddently Jiheon and nagyung glances at you, as they looked intrigued? Something flashes inside their eyes. Something raw. Something needy. And slowly they started to touch you, sensually.

Jiheon’s fingers brushed against your arm first, light and teasing, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. Her eyes met yours, bright and playful, but there was something deeper there now—something that made your breath catch. Nagyung stood just behind you, her presence a quiet storm, her sharp gaze locked on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

“You’re thinking too much,” Jiheon murmured, her voice soft but laced with a hint of mischief. She stepped closer, her messy ponytail swaying as she tilted her head, her lips curving into that familiar, lopsided smile. “Let us take care of you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Nagyung’s hand was already on your shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle. “Don’t talk,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Just… let us.”

Her words were a command, but there was a vulnerability in them too—a plea. You nodded, your heart pounding as Jiheon’s hands slid up your chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt. Her touch was warm, electric, and you couldn’t help but lean into it, your body responding before your mind could catch up.

Nagyung’s hands joined hers, her movements slower, more deliberate. She traced the lines of your shoulders, her fingertips brushing against your skin in a way that made you shiver. Her breath was warm against your neck as she leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“You’ve been holding back,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Why?”

You didn’t have an answer—or maybe you did, but it was lost in the haze of sensation as Jiheon’s lips found yours. Her kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. Her body pressed against yours, warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but respond, your hands finding her waist as you kissed her back.

Nagyung’s hands didn’t stop moving, though. They slid down your back, tracing the curve of your spine before slipping under the hem of your shirt. Her touch was cool against your heated skin, and you gasped into Jiheon’s mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

Jiheon pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down your chest. “Let us help you relax.”

Before you could respond, Nagyung’s hands were on your shoulders again, gently pushing you toward the bed. You stumbled slightly, your legs feeling like jelly, but Jiheon was there to steady you, her laughter soft and melodic.

“Careful,” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “We don’t want you falling before we even get started.”

You sat down on the edge of the bed, your heart racing as Jiheon knelt in front of you, her hands resting on your knees. Nagyung stood behind her, her arms crossed as she watched you with that same intense gaze.

“You’re nervous,” Nagyung observed, her voice calm but with an edge of something else—something that made your stomach twist. “Don’t be.”

Jiheon’s hands moved higher, her fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs. “We’ve got you,” she whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that made your chest ache. “Just let go.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as Jiheon’s lips found yours again. Her kiss was softer this time, more tender, and you felt yourself melting into it, your hands tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer.

Nagyung’s hands were on your shoulders again, her touch grounding you as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the nape of your neck. Her breath was hot against your skin, and you shivered, your body arching into her touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jiheon murmured against your lips, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Nagyung’s hands slid down your chest, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs before slipping under the waistband of your pants. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there.

“Shh,” Nagyung whispered, her voice low and soothing. “We’ve got you.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s, her touch lighter but no less electrifying. Together, they worked to undo the button of your pants, their movements slow and deliberate. You could feel the heat of their bodies pressing against you from both sides, their breaths mingling with yours as they leaned in closer.

“You’re shaking,” Jiheon observed, her voice filled with concern. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, unable to speak as Nagyung’s lips found yours again. Her kiss was different from Jiheon’s—deeper, more intense—and you felt yourself getting lost in it, your hands tangling in her short hair as you kissed her back.

Jiheon’s hands didn’t stop moving, though. They slid down your legs, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there before slipping off your pants completely. You gasped, your body arching into her touch as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “I love it.”

Nagyung’s hands were on your chest again, her touch firm but gentle as she pushed you back onto the bed. You went willingly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your hips.

“You’re ours now,” she whispered, her voice low and filled with promise. “And we’re not letting go.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they explored every inch of your body. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as they took turns kissing you, their lips soft and insistent.

“You’re so perfect,” Jiheon murmured against your lips, her voice filled with awe. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Nagyung’s hands slid down your chest again, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs before slipping under the waistband of your boxers. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there.

“Shh,” Nagyung whispered, her voice low and soothing. “We’ve got you.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they worked to slide off your boxers. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also safe—like they were holding you together even as they pulled you apart.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jiheon murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Nagyung’s lips found yours again, her kiss deeper, more intense than before. You felt yourself getting lost in it, your hands tangling in her short hair as you kissed her back.

Jiheon’s hands didn’t stop moving, though. They slid down your legs, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there before slipping off your boxers completely. You gasped, your body arching into her touch as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “I love it.”

Nagyung’s hands were on your chest again, her touch firm but gentle as she pushed you back onto the bed. You went willingly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your hips.

“You’re ours now,” she whispered, her voice low and filled with promise. “And we’re not letting go.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they explored every inch of your body. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as they took turns kissing you, their lips soft and insistent.

“You’re so perfect,” Jiheon murmured against your lips, her voice filled with awe. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Nagyung’s hands slid down your chest again, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs before slipping under the waistband of your boxers. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there.

“Shh,” Nagyung whispered, her voice low and soothing. “We’ve got you.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they worked to slide off your boxers. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also safe—like they were holding you together even as they pulled you apart.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jiheon murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Nagyung’s lips found yours again, her kiss deeper, more intense than before. You felt yourself getting lost in it, your hands tangling in her short hair as you kissed her back.

Jiheon’s hands didn’t stop moving, though. They slid down your legs, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there before slipping off your boxers completely. You gasped, your body arching into her touch as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “I love it.”

Nagyung’s hands were on your chest again, her touch firm but gentle as she pushed you back onto the bed. You went willingly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your hips.

“You’re ours now,” she whispered, her voice low and filled with promise. “And we’re not letting go.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they explored every inch of your body. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as they took turns kissing you, their lips soft and insistent.

“You’re so perfect,” Jiheon murmured against your lips, her voice filled with awe. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Nagyung’s hands slid down your chest again, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs before slipping under the waistband of your boxers. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily as her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin there.

“Shh,” Nagyung whispered, her voice low and soothing. “We’ve got you.”

Jiheon’s hands joined Nagyung’s again, their touches blending together as they worked to slide off your boxers. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also safe—like they were holding you together even as they pulled you apart.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jiheon murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Nagyung’s lips found yours again, her kiss deeper, more intense than before. You felt yourself getting lost in it, your hands tangling in her short hair as you kissed her back.

Jiheon’s hands didn’t stop moving, though. They slid down your legs, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there before slipping off your boxers completely. You gasped, your body arching into her touch as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “I love it.”

Nagyung’s hands were on your chest again, her touch firm but gentle as she pushed you back onto the bed. You went willingly, your body sinking into the soft mattress as she climbed on top of you, her legs straddling your hips.

“You’re ours now,” Nagyung whispered, her voice low and possessive, her breath warm against your ear. Her hands slid down your chest, fingers tracing the lines of your abs before she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a slow, teasing kiss. You could feel the heat of her body pressing against you, her hips grinding ever so slightly against yours, making your cock throb with need.

Jiheon’s hands were still on your thighs, her touch light but insistent. She shifted closer, her messy ponytail brushing against your leg as she leaned in, her lips trailing kisses up your inner thigh. Her breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel the wetness of her tongue as she licked a slow, deliberate path toward your cock.

“Jiheon…” you groaned, your voice strained as her mouth finally closed around the tip of your length. She hummed softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you as she took more of you into her mouth. Her lips were warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of your cock as she began to move, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what she couldn’t take.

Nagyung’s lips left yours, trailing down your neck as she bit gently at the sensitive skin there. Her teeth grazed your collarbone, and you could feel the sharp sting of her bite followed by the soothing warmth of her tongue. Her hands moved to your chest, her fingers pinching and teasing your nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

“You like that?” Nagyung murmured, her voice husky as she leaned back to watch Jiheon work. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips curved into a smirk as she reached down to stroke your cheek. “She’s good, isn’t she?”

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Jiheon’s mouth worked its magic. Her pace was slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking against the underside of your cock with every stroke. She moaned softly around you, the sound sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Nagyung’s hand slid down your chest, her fingers trailing over your stomach before she reached between your legs. Her touch was light at first, just a gentle brush against your balls before she cupped them in her hand, rolling them gently as Jiheon continued to suck you off.

“You’re so hard for us,” Nagyung purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Do you want more?”

You nodded again, unable to form words as Jiheon’s mouth tightened around you, her pace quickening. Nagyung’s hand moved lower, her fingers brushing against the base of your cock before she pressed one finger against your entrance. You tensed for a moment, but she shushed you gently, her lips brushing against your neck.

“Relax,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “I’ve got you.”

You let out a shaky breath as she pressed her finger inside you, the sensation unfamiliar but not unwelcome. She moved slowly, giving you time to adjust as she added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch you. Jiheon’s mouth never left your cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked you deeper.

The combination of sensations was overwhelming—Jiheon’s warm, wet mouth, Nagyung’s fingers moving inside you, their hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. You could feel the tension building in your stomach, your hips bucking involuntarily as Jiheon took you all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck…” you groaned, your hands tangling in Jiheon’s hair as she moaned around you. Nagyung’s fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Your body trembled with pleasure, your cock throbbing as Jiheon’s mouth worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Nagyung leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a deep, hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue, the thought making you even harder. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with yours as she whispered, “Come for us.”

It was all the encouragement you needed. With a strangled cry, you came hard, your cock pulsing in Jiheon’s mouth as she swallowed every drop. Your body shook with the force of your release, your hips jerking uncontrollably as Nagyung’s fingers continued to move inside you, prolonging the pleasure.

When it was over, you collapsed back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Jiheon pulled away with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening as she wiped them with the back of her hand. Nagyung’s fingers slipped out of you, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her lips soft and gentle against yours.

“You did so well,” she murmured, her voice filled with pride. “But we’re not done yet.”

Jiheon climbed onto the bed beside you, her hands already moving to unbutton her shirt. She shrugged it off, revealing the soft curves of her body beneath. Her bra followed quickly, and she tossed it aside before leaning in to kiss you again. Her breasts pressed against your chest, her nipples hard and sensitive as they brushed against your skin.

Nagyung’s hands were on your hips, pulling you onto your side so she could slide behind you. Her body pressed against yours, her breasts soft against your back as she reached around to stroke your cock again. It was already hardening under her touch, and she chuckled softly as she whispered, “Already? You’re insatiable.”

Jiheon’s lips left yours, trailing down your neck and chest as she kissed and nibbled at your skin. Her hands moved lower, sliding down your stomach before she reached between your legs. Her fingers brushed against Nagyung’s hand, and the two of them shared a look before Jiheon took over, her hand wrapping around your cock as she began to stroke you.

Nagyung’s lips found your ear again, her breath hot against your skin as she whispered, “Do you want to fuck her?”

You nodded eagerly, your cock twitching in Jiheon’s hand at the thought. She smiled up at you, her eyes filled with desire as she shifted onto her back, spreading her legs invitingly. Nagyung’s hands were on your hips again, guiding you forward until you were positioned between Jiheon’s thighs.

“Go on,” Nagyung urged, her voice low and sultry. “Take her.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. With a groan, you pushed into Jiheon, her tight warmth enveloping you as she gasped in pleasure. Her hands gripped your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as you began to move, thrusting into her slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

Nagyung’s hands were on your back, her nails scratching lightly as she leaned in to kiss your shoulder. Her lips trailed up your neck, and you could feel the sharp sting of her teeth as she bit down gently. The pain mixed with the pleasure of fucking Jiheon, and you moaned loudly, your hips slamming into hers with increasing urgency.

Jiheon’s legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her as she cried out in pleasure. Her hands moved to your ass, squeezing tightly as she urged you on. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

You obliged, driving into her with everything you had. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the sounds of Jiheon’s moans and Nagyung’s soft whispers in your ear. You could feel the tension building in your stomach again, your cock throbbing as Jiheon’s walls clenched around you.

“I’m close…” you groaned, your hips stuttering as you fought to hold on.

“Come inside her,” Nagyung whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Fill her up.”

With a final thrust, you came hard, your cock pulsing inside Jiheon as she cried out in pleasure. Her body trembled beneath you, her walls tightening around you as she reached her own climax. You collapsed onto her, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

!.

"Hey oppa."

"Hey Saerom, what's everyone doing here?"

"Oh, we thought it's best everyone is here for the meeting."

"You never told me what it's about, and Chaeyoung was evasive." You look around, and realize Chaeyoung isn't here, oddly enough. "Where is she anyways?"

"Home, I assume, or shopping for new clothes." Saerom claps her hands and gets everyone's attention. "Meeting's starting!"

"So, as most of you know, the Fromis company is being bought out, and the FROMIS app will be absorbed into their platform."

"Is... That good or bad?" you ask Saerom.

"Good, we get paid out very nicely. However, a condition of the pay out is that we stay on, golden handcuffs, if you will."

"I see." The other employees look bored, like none of this is news to them—Nagyung is on her laptop, Jisun's on her phone, and Seoyeon is writing in her notebook. "Why am I here then? I'm not an employee."

"I'm getting to that. As I said, we have to stay on, but there's a way around it, and we want you to help us."

"Help you?"

"Yes. There's a way we can stop working but still fulfill the golden handcuffs requirement, and that is if we go on maternity leave."

"Maternity leave, how am I—" You stop yourself mid-sentence, the blood suddenly pounding in your ears.

"Word around the office is you're having plenty of sex with all of us, and you added Chaeyoung to the list recently?" You suddenly felt put on the spot, like you've been caught with your hand (or cock, in this case) in the cookie jar.

"Umm, yes."

"Then we're all set. We've gone off birth control, so just keep doing what, or who I guess, you're doing, and just let things happen naturally."

"Right. Uhh, what if I can't make it happen? I haven't gotten tested or anything to make sure, you know, that everything works."

"Oh no no, we've tested you. You're very potent. You've only had sex with Chaeyoung once right?"

"Right, one night, but it was er, multiple times."

"Close enough, you're batting a hundred percent then."

"You mean—" The gears in your head turn just slow enough for Saerom to fill in the blank for you.

"Yes, that's why she isn't here, she's already on leave."

"And you're sure I did it?"

"You're the only guy she's slept with in months, so we're very sure. First time she gets some, and bam."

"Huh, okay, I guess that's good? What happens if all of you go on maternity leave though, can the company still run?"

"Yes yes, we have Jiheon our maknae, she can handle things, she's very good." Saerom dismisses your concerns. "That's all from me. Anyone else?" You spy someone fidgeting from the corner of your eye, but Saerom continues. "No? We're done then, this was more for you to know than anything, everyone else already understands and agrees." As they begin to file out, you call them back.

"Wait, I think Seoyeon's ready."

"Ready for?" You walk over to Seoyeon, and she doesn't resist when you pull her out of her chair.

"For us to go public." You bend her over the conference table, kissing her as the others gasp. You feel under her skirt, smiling into the kiss—she's not wearing any underwear. "This is what we've been doing in the building the whole time. We've just kept it under wraps." You shimmy your pants and boxers down, rubbing your cock against her slit before pulling it away briefly, just to show them how shiny Seoyeon has already made it. There are no gasps this time, just everyone holding their breaths, focused on the lewd scene unfolding in front of them.

"But since we all know what's going to be happening from now on, I don't think there's any need to hide what we do, is there Seoyeon?"

"No..." It comes out as a brittle sigh, her pussy clenching around your shaft sliding in. "It's okay if they see now. See how you use me, how I use you." She tilts her head, reaching for your neck as you continue pumping into her from behind. She sucks on your skin, leaving marks unabashedly on you.

"We should give them a better view," she whispers.

"Hold on then." Seoyeon leans back, rolling up her skirt and wrapping her hands around your neck. With a grunt you stand and lift her by her spread knees, showing everyone just how you're splitting her open. The atmosphere in the room immediately gets charged with arousal—to see you so openly lifting and fucking their petite colleague in an obvious show of virility and strength is causing their imaginations to run wild, about what you would do to them. You start moving slowly, pulling out almost all the way before pumping upward into her, to emphasize your cock disappearing into Seoyeon's fertile body.

"Ohh fuck, that's so deep!" Seoyeon cries out, getting into the act of being fucked so brazenly. Before, the thrill of getting caught was what turned her on—the danger of letting a moan leak, a squelch of her pussy if she's inevitably too wet and fucked too fast, the ability to hear others talking nearby, oblivious to your illicit act with her. But now, Seoyeon's finding the rush of being openly watched just as enticing—she's whining and whimpering, so wet that she's dripping down your balls, and she can see her colleagues looking at her. None of them are even moving, let alone trying to leave or hide their eyes, no they're openly watching, and getting aroused.

Getting aroused due to Seoyeon.

"Nngh I'm cumming!" All of them watch Seoyeon's legs shake helplessly in your arms as you ram an orgasm up through her, her head thrown back against your shoulder, a heel dangling loosely off one foot. In minutes you've wrecked her oh-so-perfectly, taking her apart so easily that there leaves little doubt in their minds—you're going to make them all cum their brains out while you breed them.

"Alright, tell me when," you mumble into Seoyeon's ear, ramping up your thrusting, bouncing her up and down a little to really drive yourself deep into her.

"Now please!" You let Seoyeon slip down slightly, and she is impaled deep on your cock as you unload into her. The others gasp as they watch a spurt of cum leak out from around your shaft—just how much did you cum that you're immediately leaking out of her? Seoyeon's low moan of satisfaction rumbles against your chest as you continue pumping potent seed into her. You draw your hips back, and lifted over the conference table Seoyeon shows them just how much you've left in her—a repeated thudding sound is heard as drop after thick drop of semen hit the table, staining the black varnish white.

You put Seoyeon back down, and she manages to straighten her skirt and fix her tousled hair a little before sitting down and cleaning the cumstain she just left, trying to pretend as if everything was normal.

"Let me know if you need another Seoyeon," you say, as if you're referring to the tissue paper you just handed her, rather than the baby you put in her.

"Sure, thanks oppa," she answers just as casually.

Seoyeon did ask you for more, but it was quickly clear that the first round got the job done, and she sent the group the first positive test to many cheers.

@.

Jisun was the second one to send the group a positive test, but it came in the most surprising of ways—you finished using a condom!

"F-Fuck my ass, fuck it hard oppa!" Your arms burn as you ram the dildo hard into her ass. It was a compromise—Jisun wanted you in her ass, but that would be counterproductive to being reproductive, so she settled for damming herself on top of your cock as you filled her ass "manually". You could feel the dildo going through her, rubbing against your cock basically, but what's more enticing is Jisun's tits, dangling right in front of you like juicy melons as she arches her back on each deep thrust into her ass.

"Oh— Oh yes, suck on them!" You do just that, leaving her pointed tips shiny and dripping. Speaking of shiny and dripping, Jisun lifts her hips briefly, showing you just how slick your cock and the dildo have become before slamming herself back down on you.

"Fuck!" She screams as she double-penetrates herself. Jisun kisses you, grinding herself on your cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making both cock and dildo pump into her like a well-lubed engine. "Wish you could cum in both my holes..."

"Could go a second round, make you a runny mess down there." You squeeze handfuls of her chest, showing her just how little you would mind doing that.

"You think you could? Don't you— Hnngh! Need to save some for the others?"

"You can cook me something healthy and hearty, give me more energy after." You keep Jisun hips down, keeping her hilted on you as you sit up, allowing you to slam the dildo over and over into her ass. She slumps into you as she cums.

"Oh god my ass... Is all this just a ploy to get me to cook for you?" she asks, hair tickling your cheeks as she nuzzles you.

"Maybe, you are the best cook out of all of them, unless you think otherwise."

"How dare you, of course I am!" Jisun leaves a hickey on you in revenge. "God, such a Casanova aren't you? Sleeping around with everyone, and then judging their cooking after?" You kiss her harshly in response, her lips rosy red from your passionate indignance.

"Says the pure and chaste lady who agreed to be bred by me in a group effort, and has both her holes plugged up right now?"

"Fair." She sighs as you begin moving the dildo again—you didn't mind just staying inside Jisun, letting yourself last as long as you could as you played with her ass. "Best cook, what else am I the best at?"

"You have the best thighs." You run your hands up and down her juicy thighs, squeezing them.

"Don't let Saerom hear that."

"Best tits." You definitely take the chance to squeeze those, hearing her gasp as you flick her nipples.

"Don't let Hayoung hear that."

"Best pussy." You grind up into her, hearing her whine.

"Don't let any of them hear that."

"Best ass." You're gripping her cheeks, kneading them appreciatively.

"Don't let Chaeyoung hear that."

"Hm, best ass that let's me play with it." You apply a bit of pressure to the dildo, pushing it that little bit deeper and feeling Jisun tighten in response.

"Good point, but I think you're missing something."

"Am I?"

"Yup." Jisun leans in close, nibbling at your earlobe as she humps you. "Best mommy."

"Yeah? You think you'll be the best mother?"

"Not mother, mommy." You groan as her pussy contracts around you tightly—Jisun never skipped on her kegels. "Best at getting herself knocked up. I'm going to drain you right now, then I'm going to feed you, and then I'm going to drain you again."

"Fuck Jisun that sounds good." She was barely moving or bouncing on top of you, and yet your cock feels like it's getting tugged on, pulled on over and over to try and get your cum out of you.

"Yeah? Does it feel good? Does trying to make me a mommy feel good?" Jisun's breathing heavily too—your hand never stopped moving, fucking her ass with slow thrusts of the dildo.

"Yes, fuck yes Jisun!"

"Then cum, give me that thick cum you've stored up, give— Hnngh!" Jisun takes it from you, cumming from the anal stimulation, and her suddenly uncontrollable tightening around your shaft has you launching your potent load up into her. She collapses on top of you, her chest cushioning her fall and pressed against you, your heartbeats thundering in tandem. As you soften you feel your crotch get warmer, your load beginning to leak out of her.

"Can I feed you later?" Jisun asks quietly.

"You don't have to, I was kidding about the whole cooking thing."

"No, not that... I know we shouldn't waste any of it, but I really want you in my ass."

"No one else has to know, if you really want it."

"Okay." Without a second word Jisun slips down your body, her plump lips around your shaft promptly, cleaning you and getting you hard again. Your eyes are closed, enjoying her cleanup effort. You even let out a decadent moan when you feel your cock get squished between two comfortable pillows—Jisun's really trying to get you as hard as you can. You only open your eyes when you hear a crinkle.

"Condom?"

"Just in case I want you to plug the leak." She turns around to show you, her lightly parted lips still dripping with your load, and right above it, the dildo still deep in her. "But what are you waiting for?"

Jisun has a point. You pull the dildo out of her with little ceremony and plug the gaping hole immediately, a deep groan bursting from her lungs as you push the air out of her. You're definitely deeper in her compared to the dildo, because her reactions to you pumping in and out of her now are nothing like before—her cries are loud and unadulterated, flesh rippling as you pump into her ass. Jisun pushes her hips against you, trying to get you deeper into her, and you lift her slightly, her knees almost off the bed when you pull and yank her small juicy body against you.

"Hnngh fuck! Don't stop, open me up!" You slap a hand on her cheek and pull, making Jisun's hole stretch that little bit more. "Oh god I missed this, missed a real cock in my ass." She whines when you pull out, and looking past where you're plugged in her ass you see the puddle of cum get bigger by the moment, each thrust making her clench and shake, causing more to drip out. "Uhff!" she's huffing, groaning as you stretch out her second hole. You lean over her, grabbing a breast and squeezing it, playing with her stiff tip.

"Such a handful, literally," you snarl and kiss her wanting lips. "Wasting a perfectly good load too."

"Sorry, ah, sorry!" You slap her thighs, red handmark planted conspiciously on her thigh—no short dresses for Jisun for a while, and then for a few months after. You pull on her tits, squeezing them and leaving them red too. Jisun isn't a glutton for punishment, but she doesn't mind at all when you get a little rough, her soft flesh jiggling perfectly to absorb everything you have for her.

"Just cum with my cock in your ass already." You pull back to the very tip before slamming home into Jisun's ass, and she detonates with a choked cry. She shivers underneath you, anal walls gripping you tighter than ever, and you simply let yourself go, your throbbing cock pushing against her contractions, filling the condom fully. You land on top of her, and her arms give way, the two of you collapsing on the bed.

"Ah... fucking unbelievable..." Jisun sighs, kissing your cheek.

"Remember, no more anal until the job's done."

"I know I know. Just, just leave it in me for a little longer."

When you finally pull out, you're soft, and devilishly you leave the condom in her ass.

"Take it out, it's going to spill out if I sit up!" Jisun whines.

"No, now you have two loads in your holes, just like you wanted." You stay the night, and your nose wakes up to the smell of Jisun's delicious cooking the next morning. To both you and Jisun's pleasant surprise, a few weeks later her test comes back positive even if your final load with her ended up in a rubber.

Buoyed by Jisun's meal the third positive reading came quite quickly after the second...

#.

"About time you came over, my stocks aren't doing so well, so I need another line to be going up." Jiwon flashes her prepared pregnancy kits at you.

"I'll try my best." Jiwon's hands land on your shoulders, gently squeezing you, pulling you close... And then she pauses, nose crinkling.

"Jisun?"

"Yeah, I spent the night with her."

"Do you need to take a day off today? It's no good trying and trying and not getting enough rest." You hold Jiwon's hands, interlocking fingers with her before letting them drift down her palms and to her wrists, growling as you watch them go limp.

"No, Jisun made me a delicious meal, and I'm ready to have another one." Jiwon's eyes flutter shut, ready to be eaten. She sighs when you breath on her neck, and she's trembling in your hands—a fertile Jiwon is simply ready to be devoured. "You don't want me to take a day off do you? You want this so bad."

"Y-Yeah, I, I really want it." It leaves her as a whimsper, a whimper and a whisper. You're happy to take your time kissing Jiwon, her hands resting on your shoulders as you move yours down her body, feeling her curves through her dress. "Please, let's go to the bed."

"Okay." Jiwon's eager, and she jumps into you, wrapping her legs around your hips. But almost immediately she lets herself down, an alert ringing in from her home office. "Oh, let me just check—"

"No." You hug her from behind, making her feel what she's responsible for against her lower back. "What are you doing?"

"The US markets, they just opened over there, let me check my investments—"

"No, not tonight." You re-wrap your arms around Jiwon, pinning them to her sides. "Just hold and let things... grow." A hand runs down to her belly, and Jiwon shudders as you press firmly down on her, where she's going to grow.

"Just let me take a quick look—"

"Fine." You lift Jiwon, carrying her to her office and plopping yourself in her chair with her in your lap. "You have one minute." Jiwon's hands shoot forward to her keyboard, and your hands are not idle either, pulling her dress up.

"30 seconds," you hiss, feeling the immediate bare skin between Jiwon's thighs—no panties, god, she's just begging to be bred at this point.

"It hasn't even been 30 seconds yet!"

"I don't care." You pull Jiwon's dress up further and manage to shimmy your bottoms off just enough to pull your hardness out. "5 seconds." You're already sliding into her.

"Hnngh wait, ah!" You push yourself off the chair, tipping Jiwon forward against the desk. "Bed, bed!"

"Can't wait," you're grunting, hand slipping under the side of her dress and pawing at her chest. Maybe it's Jisun's meal, or the sight of Jiwon in what is effectively a honeymoon dress, but you feel your thoughts slipping away. "Fucking you now."

Jiwon isn't fairing much better, the graphs and tickers on her screen blurring with every thrust into her. She's already forgotten what she wanted to do, why she needed to look at the market today. All she can feel is your cockhead pressing right against her womb, your hands firmly around her hips—she's not going anywhere until she's thoroughly "invested" in.

"Oh god, right there, you're so deep, too deep!" Her face is pressed into the keyboard, leaving imprints on her cheek but hopefully not actually triggering any hotkeys on her computer. Your breath is hot in her ear, huffing as you shake the desk, slamming into her from behind. Briefly you feel her flail her legs against you before she hiccups cutely and goes limp. You spy her expression as you kiss her cheek—Jiwon's eyes are rolled into her head, mouth open, drooling on to her keyboard. A warm spray of her juice splatters against your thighs—she's your prey, conquered and submitting to the pleasure, to her desires both carnal and biological. With a satisfied growl you press yourself over her, and Jiwon whines as her womb is filled with thick, almost syrupy, semen, laden with virility. Her mind's playing tricks on her, but Jiwon almost feels heavier when she's pulled back on to the chair on top of you.

"I expect rapid growth from you."

"Me too," Jiwon leans back against you, sighing into your neck. "Feels so thick, like it's never going to come out..." She's playing with the little bit leaking from her pussy.

"That's the goal. Do you need to do anymore checking?"

"No, it's a lost day already. The money's made in the opening minutes." Jiwon wraps her arms around your neck, pouting a little. "Take me to bed, I'm going to need... an injection of liquidity."

You carry her to the bedroom, and Jiwon pushes you away with a giggle once you get there. She makes a show of removing her dress, a bit of pointless flirting as you're already hard again at the sight of the complete lack of underwear underneath and your previous load sliding down the inside of her thighs.

"You know," you're on top of her now, her thighs loosely spread for you—she already wants more. "I'm thinking this might not be a good investment, you're staying up late all the time, ignoring your agreed upon responsibilities to check the market. Where's the condom, I might need to protect my investment." It's a fake threat, and like a magnet your cock is already drawn to Jiwon's warm core, entering her with a smooth thrust.

"No! I'll be good, I promise."

"What do you promise? I hope you're not making risky trades."

"No, no more risky trades, no more crypto, only safe investments from now on."

"Crypto? Oh no, that's very risky. I really might need a condom." You tease her, hands playing with her chest once more—not big, but they're plenty fun handfuls.

"No, no more. I'll be safe so..." Jiwon wraps her legs around your back, locking you in. "Please do me raw."

"Always," you groan as you pull and push back into her, her wetness and tightness and creaminess almost overwhelming you—damn Jiwon is needy right now. Every gasp and sigh is designed to pump blood to your cock, every drag of her nails across your back primally calculated to get your balls to start producing more sperm, every squeeze of her thighs around you fundamentally insistent on getting you to leave her a bubbling fertilized mess.

You do just that.

"Oh god, right there, fuck me right there, please cum, give me cum, I want it, I want it I want it I want it—" Jiwon yelps when you slam into her and then don't move. She hears the raw growl that rips from your throat, and then feels the sudden burst of warmth inside her, and she's tipped over the edge one last time. She loses herself, contracting around you, the bed instantly wet as she squirts uncontrollably with a loud wail. The rush of fluids over your cock make you fuck her even harder, sending the last few potent shots of cum even deeper into her.

"So warm, so happy..." Jiwon sighs at the creamy mess your connection has become, a weight lifted off her back and perhaps growing elsewhere in her.

"You made such a mess."

"Your fault, I can't help it, you make me feel so good, I get so wet, and then it just happens."

"Well, there's going to be quite a few messes to clean up soon, good to get some practice now." Jiwon blushes a vivid pink at the thought.

"Hopefully you're right."

$.

While you waited on Jiwon's positive test, you got to work on Hayoung's, and work it was, considering the time and place of it happening.

"You want to do it... here?" You're somehow back in the security room, having Hayoung drag you through the gradually emptying out hallways of the company. She's somehow pulled a whole couch into the security room. "Where did you even get this?"

"Lounge, with people leaving and you knocking some of us up and out, we don't really need it in the lounge anymore, so I thought, why not?"

"That's true, but why'd you ask me here?"

"Why do you think?" Hayoung pushes you to the couch, a playful tilt to her voice.

"You really want to do it here?"

"Why not, we've done it plenty of times here."

"I guess, just figured you'd want some place more private."

"This is plenty private, besides, where else can we have so much screen space." Before you can ask what she means by that, she pulls up multiple recordings—the time you fucked Jiwon in Saerom's office, the few indiscretions you had with Seoyeon, the other time you fucked in Saerom's office, except this time it was Nagyung. Front and center though, was the recording from when you bred Seoyeon right there in front of all of them in the conference room.

"Hmm, I guess this is more than appropriate," you murmur as Hayoung settles in front of you, allowing you to wrap an arm around her. It was almost like a intimate movie night, except the movie was porn.

"Yeah, what's one more fuck in the office?" Hayoung turns to kiss you passionately, and your hand slips under her shirt, her smooth skin raising goosebumps in the cold whirr of the security room AC.

"Mm, what's one more baby made in the office?" You undo her pants, and Hayoung quickly shimmies it off as you get rid of your own jeans. Your hand dives underneath her thin panties, feeling her wetness—she's ready.

"Ah, just do me like this, do me while we watch the videos." You kick off your boxers and pull her panties to the side, and leisurely you slide into Hayoung, her raised leg resting on yours a little awkwardly to give you access.

"Is that comfortable?"

"It'll be fine, just stay in me." The couch creaks slightly as you start moving, pushing in and out of Hayoung best you could. Underneath her shirt you push her bra up, palming her pebbled tips, and she sighs contentedly. "That's nice, keep doing it."

Watching the security footage of you fucking the other employees, neither of you hurry, slowly getting both of you wetter and harder as time passes.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask her.

"Wondering what they were feeling, what they thought as it happened? I wonder what Seoyeon and Jisun felt when you did it."

"Having second thoughts?"

"No, just, it's nice to share you, but I also wonder what they felt."

"You really are an F. What about you, what are you feeling?"

"Feels nice, but also um, nervous? Like I know this is peak fertility for me right now and— Oh!" Hayoung gasps as she feels you twitch inside her, getting a little bigger. "You like that?"

"Yeah, you never wondered about how I felt?" She blushes a little, looking almost ashamed.

"Not really? Not my best F moment."

"I'll tell you later, you said you are nervous?" Hayoung's starts unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her delectable chest to you, her bra misplaced thanks to your hands.

"Yeah, it should feel different right, but how different would it feel, and don't accidents happen? So that means it didn't feel different, so I'm not sure—" You kiss Hayoung to quiet her, pulling her leg over your hips, trying to angle yourself deeper into her.

"How did that feel?"

"Good, you're really deep." Hayoung's hand drifts down to her tummy, and you join her there, letting her guide you to gently press on her lower abdomen. "You're like... here or something."

"Does this feel different?" You nudge forward, trying to reach even deeper, until you can't go any further, pushing against the end of Hayoung. You can tell it does, her breath catching in the kiss. "That's where I'll be when I cum." Hayoung clenches around you in response, she realizes what the difference is—intent. The accidents are merely a possible consequence of unprotected sex, but now, Hayoung's actively trying, and you're very actively trying to knock her up. A thrill runs up her spine, and Hayoung's sensitivity spikes immensely.

"Yes it does feel different, you're so, ah, hard!" All of a sudden Hayoung's pussy is milking you, contracting around you like she's on edge.

"Yeah? You like it more now?"

"Yes, it's so hot, oh fuck." Hayoung suddenly feels far too hot in the cold security room, she's going into some sort of heat. "T-Tell me how it feels for you!"

"It feels better than regular sex, you get extra sticky inside, so nice to thrust into."

"Hnngh more, tell me more!"

"It's so hot when you tell me you're fertile, and I don't have to tell you when I'm close, because there's no fucking doubt where I'm going to finish, you're practically begging for it."

"Yes I- I am, I will! Did the others beg too?"

"In their own ways." Hayoung's begging for your cum in her own way, legs and arms trying to loop around your hip and shoulders and through your limbs, as if tying herself to you so you can't pull out. "Seoyeon scratches the hell out of me, Jisun drains me with both holes. You know the best part?"

"What is it?"

"They cum extra hard, they love it so much it feels so good, and then I— fuck!" The mere thought of cumming hard has Hayoung writhing against you, and she's dragging you down with her, forcing you to do just as you planned to describe. Hayoung feels it briefly before the stars take her—you exploding deep inside her, filling her womb with potential life! She's not sure if she's screaming or not, but by the time she comes down, her throat is strained raw, her limbs like jelly, and yet she feels fulfilled, satisfied at the deep breaths you take against her neck.

"Fuck, I cum just like that," you manage. You continue grinding your hips into Hayoung mindlessly, trying to drain your balls fully inside her.

"Wow, it feels like that every time?"

"Yeah, we'll do it as many times as needed."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Until we get a positive." Slowly Hayoung gets on top of you, a small grin on her face.

"You have a loophole, I'm just never getting a test then."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying then." A few strokes from Hayoung is enough to get you hard again, and her creamy warmth envelopes you this time.

"I guess so, and this time, we're going to film it."

%.

Hayoung did eventually do a test, and much to the surprise of a few people (including you) who opened the message in public, Hayoung attached a "home recording" of the process to the message too. Regardless, Hayoung was satisfied biologically if not hedonistically (she tried to get you to film the others even), but you could focus on those who come after. And poetically, just like the first time you found FROMIS app, as if it was written, Saerom and Nagyung demanded to do it with you, together.

"Oppa, wait till you see what we brought."

"I'm already the luckiest guy in the world, you don't need to tell me I got luckier."

"Well, we might need a little bit more luck. It's never a guarantee, but we'll try to stack the odds in our favor," Nagyung chirps, carrying two large grocery bags full of food and water.

"Stack the odds how? With those grocery bags?"

"That's just for the week. No Jissen cooked up some herbal tea for you, and some floral tea for us. I tried a sip and ugh, I had to do everything to make sure I had enough energy for tonight." As Saerom tells you that, you feel just how warm she is when she slips her arm around your elbow.

"Horny?"

"More than that, I got myself off like three times and it barely changed anything. It's all sticky and gooey, like I need someone to get in me and clean me out, to rub against me everywhere inside I— You're going to have to fuck me first," Saerom ends quietly, blushing at her own neediness.

"She made me promise not to drink it until after the first round, I don't know what Jisun unnie cooked but Saerom hasn't been quite right the whole day." You see how right Nagyung is when you get into the elevator—Saerom's practically rubbing against you, leaning into your body, hungry for skin-to-skin contact. As soon as you're inside Saerom's apartment she's on you, hands already lifting your t-shirt.

"Go ahead and get started, I'll make sure the fridge is well-stocked." Nagyung's only halfway through emptying the first bag of groceries when she hears Saerom's moan of relief.

"God unnie, you really couldn't wait could you?" Nagyung quickly pushes the entire second grocery bag into the fridge, slamming it shut behind her before she hurries to get in on the action.

"Nakko, it feels so good!" Saerom squeals in greeting. She's riding you in reverse cowboy, all of her clothes still on except for her panties. Saerom rolls her hips like no tomorrow, making sure your cock rubs against every inch of her walls, and Nagyung has the perfect view, watching Saerom's gooey cream coat your shaft liberally. Your arms hook Saerom's shoulders, pulling her back on to you in a great show of her flexibility, and Nagyung's round eyes almost pop when she sees the smallest of bulges between Saerom's legs, where your cock is jammed up against her front wall. 

"God you're so fucking tight right now!" Saerom groans and grunts as you plow into her from below, her toned body bucking and bracing against the hold, trying to slam herself down on to you. She keeps asking you to fuck her harder, and the squelch between her legs gets lewder and lewder until things reach its natural climax. From Nagyung's point of view it is less an explosion and more of a bubbling over, your cum slowly leaking out of the connection, but internally Saerom is exploding, the pleasure driving her pussy to grip and milk you until you've painted every inch of her walls with cum.

"Wow, unnie, are you okay?"

"Never better. Get oppa his tea, and then it's your turn." You're quickly fed a cup of Jisun's herbal tea, and as soon as Nagyung's done stripping you're on her, mirroring Saerom's own aggressiveness.

"Fuck Nagyung, what's in that tea?" You can feel the blood rushing down your body and a tingling down there, like your reproductive system is working on Adderall or perhaps more appropriately, Red Bull. The warmth gathers between your legs, and the more you see Nagyung naked in front of you, the less brain function you have.

"I don't know, Jisun unnie made it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, but I— Yeah I need to cum in you." Your mind is a little blunt, your actions even more so as you grab a handful of Nagyung's chest and squeeze.

"Looks like someone's ready," she purrs, and she manages to get on top of you. You throw your head back, the warmth of her walls almost cooling to the fire in your hips.

"Ohhh, yeah that's good, that feels good." To your tea-addled brain Nagyung's wrapped around you like she was always meant to be, but to Nagyung she feels like she's being spread, stretched, expanded, hollowed out, all the synonyms for "boring a hole straight to her womb" all at once.

"Nngh you're too big!" The blood rushing to your cock making you one large breeding stick buried deep in her.

"No, just almost too big." You grab Nagyung's tiny waist and begin moving her up and down your cock, leaving her wailing in intense pleasure. You're spreading her thin, stretching her walls and making sure you're hitting every spot that just lights her brain up.

"It's... Haah!" she tries to move her hips to keep up with you, but it's no use—her legs don't work, her muscle control no longer there as you overload her with bliss, and she hasn't even drunk the tea yet! She leans back, trying to get away from you a little. But it just makes things worse, you're push against her front walls like you did with Saerom earlier, grinding against her g-spot .

"Too much, it's too much unnie!" Nagyung wails to Saerom, who's now providing her with support, letting Nagyung lean against her while she's fucked up and into.

"You can do it, he's going to cum soon, he's going to cum so deep in you..." Nagyung can feel it too, your throbbing length pushing against her pussy, and she's responding in kind, clenching around you.

"I— Ahh!" Nagyung snaps, and she bucks so hard you slip out of her, to disastrous results. You're bucking as well in orgasm, and as you slip out everyone notices the effect of Jisun's tea—the strength and volume of your eruption is so great that your first shot of cum blasts them across the face. Subsequent shots land on Nagyung, staining her skin in white all over.

But you're not done.

"Move, get her the tea." You wave Saerom off, flipping Nagyung on her stomach, cum and all soiling the bedsheets.

"Oppa?"

"Haven't cum in her yet." Saerom watches you stroke yourself hard and quickly follows your order. She returns to find you proneboning Nagyung, hands on her lower back—this time you're not slipping out of her.

"So, hnngh, good..." Nagyung trails off, eyes rolling in her head. Despite her improved stamina over time, something about the way you're fucking her now is unmanageable. Her petite pixie body trembles as you bounce your hips off her again and again, and when you cum this time, you sink fully into Nagyung and growl.

"Take it all!" Her hands grip the sheets, tighter and tighter as you continue to fill her, until finally the heat becomes too much, she chokes a sigh out and goes limp. When you pull out you see that you've left her drooling from both holes—spit from one, cum from the other.

"God she's out again. What now?" Saerom asks. You spy the white trickle down the inside of her thigh, and the need to add to that trickle flares up.

"Want to go again? Grab one of mine?"

"Are you— Yeah, okay." Saerom almost wants to question you, but she stops short—you're sweaty, flushed with exertion from the latest round with Nagyung. You should be tired, spent, drained, yet you still want to knock her up, and it makes Saerom feel wanted like never before. When she comes back with your drink you make her wait, pulling her down next to you.

"Love shot."

"Cheesy." Saerom laughs before hooking her arm around yours, the two of you downing your shots of sex in one gulp. "It's so much stronger!" You feel a tug on your neck—she's pulling you down with her, chest heaving and legs spread. 

"You okay?" You hover over Saerom, your eyes meet, and Saerom's pupils dilate right in front of you, her grip around your neck tensing.

"Yeah I— I need you. Put a baby in me." She's still more coherent than you, because all you can manage is a simple nod. You push in, groaning as you watch Saerom's abs flex—she's gripping you tighter than before! As soon as you're in she wraps her legs around you, and she's already bucking up into you, trying to get to the fucking right away. Saerom's so tight but so wet, so easy to push into, and both of you are delirious with need.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder!" she cries into your ear, and you slam into her, drawing out yelps of pleasure. The two of you are one organism, working in tandem to produce another. Saerom whines for you to get deeper, so you push her legs back, folding her in half and letting you plunge into her tightness fully. A dull twinge runs through Saerom—either from you thumping against her cervix or from her legs being pushed so far back, but it didn't matter, so long as you cum deep in her.

"Cumming," you grunt, and Saerom quickly plays with her clit, wanting to finish with you, to have her body drain you at the perfect time. Her ankles seize around your neck, holding you there as you pour a full load straight into her womb, drowning it with potent seed. Neither of you are done though, and after a short rest period of kissing and catching your breath in between the kisses, you're ready for more.

"Doggy." You're reduced to one word sentences, but Saerom follows your actions, letting you flip her around and pull her hips up. As soon are you're hard enough you start rutting into her, humping her like it was the only thing you knew how to do. You watch her ass and thighs jiggle against you, back muscles flexing in pleasure, and you need to see more of it, so you fuck her harder, getting bigger inside her as you're back to full hardness.

"That's it, fill me up again, need your baby—" Saerom feels it too, your thrusts reaching deeper into her again, the throbbing inside her pussy becoming more insistent. Saerom finds herself moaning into a sudden kiss, her head suddenly twisted to face you.

"Our baby." Saerom whimpers into your mouth, her emotions turned up to eleven. Pinned underneath you, her tongue thrashing against yours is the only way she can express her pleasure right now, and it is twisting and tangling, wanting every part of you to hold her down and breed her.

"Give it to me, I want our baby. Lock me down and knock me up."

"This is the one." The tea is wearing off, you're more coherent now, and there's only clarity as to what's going to happen.

"Yes!" Saerom simply agrees, gasping as you start thrusting even harder.

When it happens both of you burst into loud moans of satisfaction, hot virile seed rushing out of you and into her, the biological pressures of shooting and squeezing working to fill Saerom to the very brim and then some. You collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, leaving hickeys on her neck and more than a trickle down her thighs.

"You know, I'm so glad you found the app," Saerom whispers.

"I'm so glad you found me," you argue back, kissing her tenderly.

--

Fast forward to today, somehow the plan went off without a hitch, the company is doing fine, even doing some sort of a re-launch with a few employees that ended up sticking around, but that's none of your business anymore. You have a new FROMIS to care about.

Final ROMance Is Saerom.

Glancing at your phone, you wonder if you should text her. She's five minutes late already. Maybe she's just stuck in traffic or something? Or does she have dance practice today?

It still feels odd, or rather surreal, to you that you're actually going on a date with an idol, a celebrity. And the craziest part? She went up to you and asked for your number. Not the other way around. That's why you've been living the dream for this past week, chatting with her over text every single day. And you hope to continue this dream by going on an amazing date with her.

When you hear someone call your name, you turn around to where the voice came from. You see her walking towards you, her face covered by a mask, but her smile still clearly visible in her eyes.

You smile back at her, until she finally reaches you. Only now do you realize that she seems to be slightly nervous. She glances at you, then somewhere else and then back at you.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

You greet her when she reaches you and you see her eyes sparkle when she hears you calling her name.

"Hi."

She looks up at you for a moment, before she continues.

"Sorry I'm a little late."

"Not a problem."

You turn in a way that your left side is facing her, while your other side is facing the fair. You gesture with your right hand towards the beautiful chaos.

"Let's go?"

To your surprise Nakyoung doesn't just walk past you, but also swiftly hooks her arm into your left arm. You put your left hand in the pocket of your jacket as you feel her holding onto you.

"Can we go over there?"

Of course Nakyoung's first choice is food. The two of you walk up to a booth and you buy her and yourself a couple of bungeoppang, fish shaped buns.

"These are so good."

You hear her gasp and watch Nakyoung munch on her pastry filled with red bean paste. Your own tastes amazing as well and the two of you happily continue your stroll around the fair.

Soon, Nakyoung comes to a hold and points at another booth.

"We have to try that!"

And before you can react, you feel her pulling you towards the next attraction. It seems to be some sort of duck fishing. You quickly pay the owner a few bucks, then you and Nakyoung arm yourselves with a pair of small fishing rods and walk up to the small pond that is filled with little rubber ducks in all kind of colours.

"I'm gonna get twice as many as you."

You laugh at her competitiveness and position yourself next to her.

"Keep dreaming."

The two of you emerse yourselves in the fishing of the small ducks. Soon you're neck on neck, the already captured ducks lying right next to the pool. As the game continues on, the ducks swim around in circles. Unfortunately for Nakyoung, they seem to prefer the middle of the pool, which gives you an advantage. You're taller than her and you can easily lean forward to capture the ducks that she can't reach. But instead of complaining or giving up, she decides to hold onto the edge of the pool and lean over even further. Her left foot leaves the ground and you are afraid she might dive head first into the pool.

And of course that happens only a couple of moments later. Someone accidentally bumps into your date and Nakyoung heads straight for the water. You're able to hold onto her before she joins the rubber ducks with a yelp of surprise. Once she is safe, you turn around, ready to confront the person who almost pushed her into the pool, but you're unable to talk when you see who's standing barely a meter away.

Two gorgeous women are looking at you and Nakyoung. You immediately recognize them as Jiheon and Nagyung. You can't believe your meeting two members of Fromis_9 here, while you're on a date with a member of TripleS.

"H-Hello."

Your stutter makes your cheeks flush. You must look so dumb right now. Jiheon smiles at you, and Nagyung nods her head as a greeting.

"Oh my god."

Nakyoung recognized the two idols a second after you did.

"Hello, sunbaes."

She bows respectfully and the two girls bow as well. You don't think they know each other well on a personal level, but you can tell by Nakyoung's nervousness that she looks up to the two of them.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

Jiheon gives her a cute wave, but Nagyung focuses on you.

"And you are...?"

You glance at Nakyoung, not sure if you should say that you're her date.

"I'm.... uhm..."

"He is my boyfriend."

You almost shouted "What???" after hearing that word leave her lips. Why didn't she just say date? You feel something warm in your stomach. Nakyoung's boyfriend? You wish.

"Oh, nice to to met you."

Jiheon smiles at you once more.

The three of them chat for a while longer, while you just stand next to Nakyoung. You don't dare say anything, afraid you'd make a fool of yourself in front of three celebrities. With only Nakyoung, you felt more relaxed, felt like you could be yourself. But that's probably because you've known her for a while now.

Eventually, Jiheon and Nagyung head towards the next attraction and you and Nakyoung walk to the owner of the stall to collect your prizes. You can now feel that what she said earlier is hanging between you like an unspoken bond. You catch her glancing at you as the man hands you a rabbit plushy while she gets a keychain. You won your little competition, but that seems to be very unimportant right now.

"Sorry, I was just nervous."

Nakyoung admits as the two of you continue your stroll through the fair.

"I didn't want to put any pressure on you. I should've said date, not boyfriend."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

You give her a teasing smile and Nakyoung giggles in embarrassment.

The two of you continue your date, walking around the fair and trying all sorts of things.

"This tastes amazing."

Nakyoung is eating once again. Some sort of waffle with powdered sugar on it. While she focuses on eating, you enjoy the moment. Her next to you. The soft breeze in the air that makes you smell all kinds of different sweets. A couple of cherry blossoms which fall off a tree next to a nearby stand.

As you look around, you catch Jiheon and Nagyung walking past you on the other side of the crowd. They don't seem to notice you, so you focus back on Nakyoung who pulls you towards another attraction.

Throughout the next two hours, you continue to see glimpses of Jiheon and Nagyung here and there. Sometimes the four of you even meet at the same booth. You have to admit that it distracts you a little bit. Of course you could just pretend that it’s because they’re idols. But that’s not the only reason. You feel oddly attracted to Nagyung. You don’t know what it is about her that does this to you. Is it her face? Her body? You feel really bad about it, because you’re on a date with Nakyoung and not Nagyung. And you really do enjoy Nakyoung’s company. You like hanging out with her and you want continue to date her further. And it’s not like Nakyoung is unatraktive or something. She’s just as hot as Nagyung is.

You feel really bad by the time you and Nakyoung finally reach the ferris wheel. You saw it from the moment you stepped foot onto the fair and it seems like Nakyoung had her eyes on it for a while as well. You try to get rid of your thoughts about Nagyung as you and your date line up in the queue.

“The view is gonna be so good.”

Nakyoung’s excited little jumps make you smile as her eyes are glued to the farris wheel. When people who are getting of walk past you, you pull Nakyoung back into the line so that no one bumps into her. Only when she slightly squeezes your hand do you realize that you are holding hers. You look at her and Nakyoung looks back up at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes. You heitate and you can see a glimpse of unceritanty on her face as well. In that moment Nagyung has been erased from your head. You slowly lean down. Nakyoung’s breath quickens and then you find her lips. They’re softer than you expected. The light taste of the waffle she had earlier still lingers on them. You feel her holding onto your arm as she engages into the kiss as well. It’s a soft one. Just pure affection for each other.

When the two of you finally break apart, Nakyoung immediately turns away. You catch a hint of pink on her cheeks and you yourself still can’t believe the two of you just kissed. You expected it to happen at the end of the date, maybe even on another day, but not right now. And Nakyoung is still holding onto your arm.

"Hello there, lovebirds."

You and Nakyoung quickly turn around. It's Jiheon who spoke up, her smile bright and teasing. Her and Nagyung have lined up for the ferris wheel as well.

"Oh, hi again, sunbae."

Nakyoung gives the two of them another quick bow. You try not to look at Nagyung. You don't want to endanger what you now have with Nakyoung.

Your date and the two fromis girls start up a conversation once more, talking about the fair and some special attractions and food. You give your input once in a while. You don't notice how Nagyung looks at you. And you don't notice how Nakyoung looks at the two of you. She sees the older woman looking you up and down. Nakyoung's breath hitches in surprise when she sees Nagyung's eyes hold at your crotch for a moment. She bites her lip as if she's seeing something she shouldn't be seeing. Nakyoung tries to not glance at your crotch as well. Just the idea of Nagyung thinking about sleeping with you as her body heating up. You aren't even her boyfriend. It's just one date. And yet, she still feels the tingle of your lips on hers. She feels your hand holding hers. And Nagyung has the audacity to to strip you naked with just her eyes?

If Nakyoung was the older and superior of the two, she for sure would've said something by now. But she's not. So she stays quiet, occasionally glancing at Nagyung who is still focused on you. The jealousy starts to burn inside of her as Nagyung continues to look at you in a way she shouldn't. Nakyoung wonders if you don't notice or if you're just pretending. The line moves along and while you talk, Jiheon laughs at your joke and playfully hits your shoulder. Your date bites her lip in anger to prevent herself from speaking up. Jiheon is into you too now? Or is she just imagining things? Her eyes narrow as the two women continue to interrupt your date.

After a couple of minutes, you and Nakyoung finally get to leave them behind and enter the ferris wheel.

"Have fun, guys."

Nagyung waves after you. You interpret her smile as genuinely happy for the two of you, while Nakyoung is sure that her colleague's smile is full of mischief.

"Have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

You ask after the door closes and you and Nakyoung take off.

"Hm? Oh, yes. I love it here."

Her smile seems kinda forced.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

You can tell that she isn't fine, but you're not sure what to say. Instead, you try to change the topic.

"Isn't the view amazing from up here? You can see everything and-"

"I'm jealous."

You look at Nakyoung, who us staring at her feet.

"What do you mean?"

"Nagyung unnie looked like she was totally into you. And...And I'm afraid you'd rather be with her than me."

You feel bad for Nakyoung, but you're also surprised. Is Nagyung really into you?

"I'm on a date with you, aren't I?"

Nakyoung hesitantly nods.

"I'm having a lot of fun with you. And I...And I'd like to see you again after today."

Her smile lights up as she looks up at you.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm really enjoying myself with you."

You can see her hesitate, but the she stands up. To your surprise she straddles your lap and takes your face into her hands. A moment later, her lips touch yours again. The two of you close your eyes as you make out on your way to the top of the ferris wheel. Suddenly Nakyoung lets out a whine into your mouth as she starts to grind into you. Is she getting carried away? You're not sure if you want to move this fast. But it's Nakyoung. Why wouldn't you want to be with her?

"I really really like you."

You hear her whisper into your ear.

"I don't want to lose you now that I've found you."

You can tell she's a romantic, but it feels like she's about to do something that is not exactly romantic.

"I'll make you stay with me, whatever it takes."

"What do you mean?"

You watch her lean back, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she slowly slides off your lap, until she squats on the floor in front of you.

"Nakyoung..."

"Shhh."

She puts a finger over her lips to shush you.

"No talking. Just enjoy the view."

You're not sure if she means the view outside or herself. But your eyes are glued to her as she now reaches for your belt.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, unable to stay quiet. The kiss earlier was already unexpected. Nakyoung in your lap was more than you ever dreamed. And now she wants to give you a blowjob?

Once she reaches into your boxers to take your cock out, you feel yourself harden in her hand. Her hands are little cold because of the still slightly cold weather. But then you feel her warm breath brush against your tip.

"You...You don't have to do this to make me stay."

Nakyoung looks up at you.

"But I want to."

Her fingers gently slide along the length of your shaft. She strokes you a couple of times, making sure you're as hard as you can get. Then she lowers her head and your own cock disappears from your view. A moment later you feel her lips brush against your tip. It almost feels like she's keeping her mouth closed and is pushing your cock past her lip. They're soon wrapped tightly around your tip. Then, Nakyoung takes more of you into her mouth. Her hand holds your base, while her other hand rests on your knee.

"Damn, Nakky..."

You can't stop her nickname from leaving your lips. As if she didn't hear you, she continues to take more of your cock. When she reaches the halfway mark, she moves back up again until only your tip is inside her mouth. With a loud pop, she releases it as well.

"Does this feel good?"

She asks, almost innocently.

"It's amazing."

Her smile makes your heart flutter.

"I like it too."

She lowers her head once more to take your cock into her mouth again. This times she moves a little quicker. Soon her head is moving up and down on your dick, with her hand on your base gently stroking you as well. The combination of her mouth and her hand stimulates your whole cock. You have to close your eyes, your hands holding onto the edge of the bench you're sitting on.

"Oh god..."

A sigh leaves your lips when Nakyoung starts to make noise on purpose. The wet sounds of her slurping up your cock fill the small passenger car. Your dick is getting coated in her saliva and thanks to her lips and her hand it gets spread all over your length. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips as she continues to let them slide up and down.

"This feels amazing."

You have to admit as your head rolls back. When Nakyoung takes her hand off your cock, you wonder if she's going to take all of you into her mouth. Both hands now rest on your knees as she continues to let her lips glide down further.

All your thoughts about Nagyung are gone by now. Only Nakyoung is on your mind. Her, her mouth, her lips and her tongue too. Her tongue which is swirling around your tip and seems to lick at every inch of your cock.

You feel a familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as Nakyoung continues. The sounds she is making don't help you resist your orgasm at all. You look out of the window, trying to distract yourself. Maybe you can hold on a little longer. You realize your passenger car is already past the highest point. In fact, it seems like you don't have much time until your ride stops.

"Nakky, I..."

A groan interrupts your words. Nakyoung eventually takes her mouth off your cock.

"Are you close? I can feel you pulsating in my mouth."

Her words make you even harder.

"Yes. I'm close."

You manage to say. Nakyoung smiles. She looks satisfied and proud of herself.

"Is it okay if I make you cum?"

You quickly nod.

"Yes. It's more than okay. Please."

You watch her wrap both her hands around your cock. She looks up at you, her big eyes full of curiosity and lust. Instead of just moving her hands, she raises her entire uper body and them lowers it again. Her two hands form a single unit of fingers which move from your tip to your base and back to your tip. She does it again. And again. Up and down. Up and down. You feel dizzy as you force yourself to look into her eyes. Your vision soon becomes blurry as you feel your orgasm coming.

"Nakky..."

You whisper.

Only when you're a second away you both realize that you don't know where to put your cum. Involuntary, Nakyoung becomes the receiving end of your orgasm. She yelps in surprise when the first streak of your semen hits her face, mainly her nose and cheek. The next one her lips. After that, her collarbone. The last couple of streaks soil her top.

"Oh, shit."

She murmurs. You can't tell if she's turned on, or disappointed that her top got hit.

---------------

Hi, everyone!

Because I reached the limit of 3k words for this prompt I couldn't continue the story. But I'll definetely get to part two when I have the time.

The classroom buzzed with the faint whispers of students exchanging notes and furtive glances at their phones. You sat slouched at the back, staring blankly at your open notebook, the pages still pristine except for a single doodle in the corner: a coffee cup. You idly tapped your pen against the desk, your thoughts drifting far from the lecture.

“Mr. Kang Junho!”

The sharp voice of your Professor Min snapped You back to reality. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned toward you. You straightened, blinking rapidly as the professor leveled a stern gaze at you from the podium.

“Care to join us in this riveting discussion, or are you busy solving life’s great mysteries back there?” Professor Min’s voice was tinged with sarcasm.

“Uh, no, sir. I mean, yes, I’m listening,” You stammered, scratching the back of your neck. A few chuckles rippled through the classroom.

Satisfied, the professor adjusted his glasses and continued, pacing slowly across the front of the room. “As I was saying, today’s topic is about myths and their reflection of humanity. Take, for instance, the legend of the Promised Nine.”

The room quieted, the students now leaning in slightly. Professor Min always had a way of making even the dullest of topics sound compelling.

“Long ago, during a time when humanity was steeped in chaos, war, and unrelenting greed, there was a king—a wise man, yet weary of the barbarism that plagued his people. No matter how many treaties he signed or how many battles he fought, peace was fleeting. He despaired, knowing that humanity’s greatest enemy was not the sword but the emotions that drove men to wield it: pride, envy, wrath, greed, gluttony, sloth, lust, apathy, deceit…”

Junho’s attention perked up. There was something strangely familiar about the words, though you couldn’t place why.

“So the king, in his desperation, climbed the tallest mountain in the land to plead with the deity who ruled the heavens. He begged for salvation, not for himself, but for humanity. The deity listened, moved by the king’s earnestness. But salvation comes with a cost.”

Professor Min paused dramatically, glancing at his captivated audience. “A promise was made—a sacred pact between the king and the deity. Aid would be sent to humanity, not as armies or riches, but as nine beings, each representing the most volatile of human emotions. Their purpose? To keep the balance of these forces, preventing anyone from consuming the world.”

He walked over to the whiteboard and wrote the words The Promised Nine in bold letters.

“But there was a catch,” he continued. “The deity warned the king that these emotions, though tempered, could never truly be eradicated. The Promised Nine would struggle with the very forces they were meant to contain. And should even one of them fall to the temptation of their burden…”

Professor Min trailed off, his gaze sweeping the room.

“What would happen?” a student near the front blurted, unable to resist.

“Should one of the Nine succumb, their emotion would consume them entirely, turning them into a force of destruction. And that destruction could spread unchecked, tipping the scales and plunging the world into chaos once more. To prevent this, the Deity decreed that the Nine would be connected to a chosen mortal—an anchor. This anchor would serve as their confidant, grounding them when the weight of their burden became too great to bear.”

He turned back to the whiteboard, writing in large, bold letters: The Promised Nine.

“The anchor is as important as the Nine themselves,” he said. “Without them, the balance could not be maintained. The king agreed to the Diety’s terms, knowing full well the cost. And thus, the Promised Nine came into being.”

Professor Min stepped back from the board, his expression somber. “But the Diety’s warning still lingers in the echoes of time: no balance lasts forever. The story of the Promised Nine reminds us that humanity’s greatest strength—and its greatest threat—lies within ourselves.”

The shrill ring of the bell echoed through the room, breaking the spell. Students began packing their bags, the hum of chatter returning.

“Read chapters six through eight for next week!” Professor Min called over the noise.

You gathered your things slowly, the tale still turning over in your mind. As you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door, you muttered to yourself, “Promised Nine, huh? Sounds like something out of a fantasy novel.”

—

You exit the lecture hall, slipping into the stream of students flowing out into the bustling campus courtyard. The sun dips low in the sky, casting long shadows and a warm orange glow over everything. You glance at your watch—just enough time to get to your part-time job.

The café isn’t far, a cozy little spot just outside the university gates. Its charming wooden sign, Golden Brew, sways slightly in the breeze. The place is always busy, a favorite among students and faculty alike. But there’s one reason it stands out from the dozens of other coffee shops around: its owner, Gyuri.

You push through the door, greeted by the familiar hum of chatter, clinking cups, and the hiss of the espresso machine. The café smells like roasted beans and freshly baked pastries—a comforting combination that feels like a second home.

“Junho, you’re late!”

The voice is soft yet commanding, and you immediately straighten, turning to the counter. There she is—Gyuri, the radiant owner of Golden Brew. Her beauty is the kind that leaves people momentarily breathless. stood effortlessly graceful in her casual white t-shirt and mint-green cap, her gentle features framed by stray strands of hair and a gaze as warm as the morning sun

“I-I’m sorry, Ms. Gyuri,” you stammer, bowing slightly as you head toward the staff room to put your bag away.

“It’s fine, just don’t make a habit of it, okay?” she replies, her voice as warm as the golden light streaming through the café windows.

“Yes, of course!” you reply quickly, though you can’t shake the sense of unease you always feel around her.

It’s not fear, exactly. Gyuri is unfailingly warm and generous. She treats her staff like family, remembers the names of regulars, and always has a smile for everyone who walks through the door. Still, you find yourself hyper-aware of her moods, as though disappointing her might lead to something far worse than a lecture.

When you emerge from the staff room in your apron, Gyuri is already behind the counter, expertly steaming milk for a cappuccino. “Can you handle table seven’s order? They’ve been waiting a bit.”

You grab the tray, carefully balancing two lattes and a slice of cheesecake, weaving your way through the maze of tables. It’s almost automatic at this point—sidestepping bags, dodging half-turned chairs—but when you reach the corner table, you stop.

She’s there.

Seoyeon.

She’s a regular, not a student or faculty, just... always here. You’ve seen her enough times to notice the details: the dark circles under her eyes, natural and striking, framing her otherwise delicate features. She’s beautiful in a way that sneaks up on you—her sleepy, almost lazy demeanor masks something deeper.

She’s hunched over her laptop, typing slowly, as if testing each word before committing to it. The oversized navy shirt drapes over her frame, and her hair carelessly tied, some falls messily around her face. You set the tray down gently, not wanting to disturb whatever she’s working on.

“Thanks,” she mutters without looking up, her voice soft, almost as if she’s halfway to falling asleep.

You nod, even though she doesn’t see it, and glance at her screen. It’s filled with text—lines upon lines of words you can’t make sense of from this angle. Stories, maybe? Essays? You don’t know, and it’s not your place to ask.

As you turn to leave, she stretches, her movements slow and languid, like she has all the time in the world. For a moment, you wonder what keeps her coming back here, day after day, to sit in that same spot, typing away.

But you shake the thought off. You’ve got other tables to serve.

.You make your way back behind the counter, tray in hand. It’s a small relief to retreat to this spot, even if only for a few moments. Manning the cashier is easier—less weaving between tables, fewer chances to trip or spill something. The register beeps softly as you organize receipts and prepare for the next wave of customers.

The door opens, and the atmosphere in the café shifts. It’s subtle, like a faint breeze stirring through a room, but you notice it immediately. Heads turn—students and faculty alike—and conversations falter as if someone hit pause.

You glance up and freeze.

Jiheon.

Her name is spoken in hushed tones across campus, her presence both admired and untouchable. She moves with an effortless grace that feels out of place in the mundane setting of the café, her bright smile commanding attention without even trying. But it’s her eyes that hold you—the way they curve into crescent moons with a hint of something sharper, more mischievous, just beneath the surface.

To your utter disbelief, she walks directly to the counter. Your counter.

“Hi there,” she says, her voice smooth and casual, like she’s greeting an old friend. Her gaze locks onto yours, and her smile widens slightly. “You’re Junho, right?”

You blink, caught so off guard that you almost drop the pen in your hand. “Uh… yeah?” Your answer comes out as more of a question than a confirmation.

Her smile grows, as if your awkwardness amuses her. “Thought so. I’m Jiheon.” She leans in just slightly, resting one hand on the counter. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your wariness kicks in. Jiheon—the Jiheon—is talking to you? Asking for your name? It feels like the kind of thing that only happens to other people. Your eyes flick briefly to Gyuri at the other end of the counter. She’s busy steaming milk, not even sparing a glance in Jiheon’s direction.

“Nice to meet you,” you manage, your voice steadier this time, though your thoughts are racing. “Uh, caramel macchiato?” You blurt the question out more out of instinct than anything else.

Her laugh is light, lilting, but there’s something playful in it, like she’s already decided you’re her new source of entertainment. “Hmm. Good guess,” she teases, tapping a finger against the counter. “Sure, I’ll have that. But I’m impressed you remembered. I didn’t think I was that predictable.”

You feel your face heat up, fumbling to punch her order into the register. “It’s not that, I just—uh—” You stop, realizing anything you say will just dig you deeper.

She watches you, clearly enjoying the way you stumble over your words. “Relax, Junho,” she says, her tone soft but undeniably amused. “I’m just messing with you.”

Handing her the receipt, you attempt a smile. “Coming right up.”

Instead of moving to find a seat, she lingers by the counter, her eyes drifting lazily around the café before landing back on you. “Nice place. Gyuri’s done a great job here, hasn’t she?”

Your gaze flicks to Gyuri again. Still busy. Still not looking this way. “Yeah, she has,” you reply, keeping your voice neutral.

Jiheon tilts her head, her smile still firmly in place. “You two seem close,” she muses, her tone light but probing. “Gyuri’s lucky to have someone like you helping her out.”

The way she says it makes you feel like she’s toying with you, testing your reaction. “I just do what I can,” you say cautiously.

Her eyes light up, as if you’ve said something particularly amusing. “I bet you do.” She straightens up and takes a step back. “Well, Junho, it’s been… enlightening.” Her smile takes on an almost cat-like quality. “Thanks for the drink. I’ll be around.”

As she walks away to find a seat, the tension in your shoulders eases, but her presence lingers like a shadow. You glance at Gyuri one last time, hoping for some kind of reaction, but she’s focused on the drinks in front of her, her usual calm smile in place.

And yet, for just a moment, you swear there’s something almost knowing in the way she glances at Jiheon’s retreating figure..

—

The bell above the door jingles as the last customer leaves, and you let out a long breath, leaning against the counter. The café feels different now—quiet, peaceful, but heavy with the lingering scent of coffee and pastries. It’s nighttime, and the warm glow of the overhead lights gives the empty space a cozy but slightly eerie feel.

“Good job today, Junho,” Gyuri says, flashing you one of her signature warm smiles as she locks the cash register.

“Thanks, Ms. Gyuri,” you reply, your voice softer than usual in the now-empty café.

After finishing up your closing duties—wiping down tables, stacking chairs, and sweeping the floors—you grab your jacket and step out into the cool night air. The streets are quieter now, with only a few scattered groups of students heading home. You adjust your backpack, your thoughts already drifting toward the comfort of your cramped boarding room.

As you turn a corner, someone bumps into you.

“Ah, sorry,” you mumble automatically, stepping back.

The girl doesn’t even glance up, her eyes glued to her phone. She’s wearing what looks like an e-sport jersey jacket, its bold colors contrasting with the dark street. Her brown hair catches the ambient glow of the streetlights, faintly shining as she moves past you. For a brief moment, her face is illuminated, and it’s enough to leave an impression.

She’s stunning.

Before you can fully process it, your impulse kicks in. You take a step forward, clearing your throat. “Hey, uh, I’m Junho...”

But she doesn’t respond. Her focus remains solely on the screen of her phone, and she keeps walking, oblivious to your presence.

You stand there for a second, feeling a bit foolish, then shake your head. The image of her lingers in your mind as she disappears into the night, leaving you with nothing but the quiet hum of the street.

When you finally reach your room, you fumble with your keys and push the door open. It’s as small and cramped as ever, but it’s yours. You toss your jacket onto the single chair by the desk, only to realize something’s missing. Your bag. You groan, running a hand through your hair. You must’ve left it at the café in your rush to leave. There’s no helping it—you’ll have to go back.

The walk feels longer this time, the quiet streets amplifying the sound of your footsteps. As you get closer, a strange unease settles in your chest. The air feels heavier, the streetlights casting elongated shadows that seem to move just out of sync with your steps. Your skin prickles, as if something unseen is watching.

When you reach the café, you notice something strange. Cars are parked outside. Not just any cars—luxury vehicles, sleek and expensive, the kind you’d expect to see in a high-end district, not outside a cozy student café. Their polished exteriors gleam under the soft glow of the streetlights, each one a testament to sophistication and taste.

Your gaze drifts across the lineup, catching details that feel oddly personal. A jet-black SUV, imposing and understated. A sapphire blue Porsche, sharp and vibrant, eerily luring you in. Your eyes stop briefly on a compact car that feels out of place among the giants—a Mini Cooper. Its emerald green paint shimmers, the kind of green that feels rich and alive, paired with racing stripes that speak of personality rather than pure extravagance. It’s less ostentatious but undeniably stylish, a subtle standout among its peers.

As you approach, an inexplicable resistance builds inside you, like a pressure against your chest. Your feet feel heavier, your thoughts fuzzier, and for a brief moment, you consider turning around. The café seems distant, almost unreal, like it’s shifting away even as you step closer. But you shake it off, forcing yourself forward.

You head to the backdoor, fishing out the spare key Gyuri gave you for emergencies. Pushing it open, you step into the staff area and spot your bag right where you left it. Relieved, you sling it over your shoulder and turn to leave.

That’s when you hear it.

The faint jingle of the front doorbell breaks the silence, followed by muffled voices.

You freeze. The café should be empty, but there’s a light seeping through the crack of the door leading to the main lobby. Slowly, you step closer, curiosity outweighing caution.

Peeking through the door, you see her.

She steps inside like she owns the air she breathes, her presence commanding yet effortless. Her long, jet-black hair cascades down her back, perfectly straight, with sharp bangs framing her face. Under the glow of the café lights, her striking blue eyes seem almost unnatural, as if they were cut from the sky itself.

For a moment, her gaze sweeps the café, and then it lands directly on you.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re sure you’ve been caught—your face heats up, and you’re ready to stammer some excuse about being here after hours. But her expression doesn’t shift.

Her lips curl into a smile, slow and deliberate, as if she’s been waiting for this very moment. It’s the kind of smile that feels personal, like it holds a secret meant only for you.

But then, as quickly as her eyes found yours, they slid away.

It’s deliberate—you’re certain of that. She must have seen you. And yet, she acts as if you’re invisible, as if your presence is of no consequence. She turns, her hair sweeping behind her like a silk curtain, and addresses the others in the room.

From your hidden vantage point, you take in the scene.

The café, which should have been empty, is instead alive with movement. A group of women fills the space, each one radiating an aura of distinct confidence and beauty. They aren’t just sitting or lounging; they seem to command the room, transforming it into something that feels foreign, almost sacred.

“Chaeyoung,” one of the women calls out, her tone both teasing and sharp, “you’re late.”

Your eyes dart to the source of the voice, and your breath catches—it’s her. The same woman you bumped into earlier, the one engrossed in her phone. She’s still wearing that e-sport jersey jacket, looking as effortlessly confident as she had before.

“And Nagyung? You’re not late?” Chaeyoung fires back, her tone teasing, her smile sharper now.

The casual banter between them feels like watching something private, yet you can’t look away.

Your gaze shifts to the rest of the table. The initial shock of seeing Chaeyoung fades as you take in the others, each of them equally striking in their presence. You almost stumble backward when you spot familiar faces.

Gyuri, whose warmth you’ve come to rely on, sits with an unfamiliar coolness about her. Her brow is furrowed, a faint trace of annoyance crossing her usually gentle features. It sharpens her striking appearance, making her seem like someone you’ve never truly known. There's a tension in her posture that makes you feel like you're seeing a side of her that’s been hidden until now.

Seoyeon leans lazily toward the women beside her, her relaxed posture contrasting the air of composure around the table.

The woman Seoyeon is leaning into feels strangely familiar, as if you should recognize her. She matches the others in beauty, her jet-black hair framing a delicate face. A soft smile plays at her lips, radiating warmth and charm. With luminous skin and deep, expressive eyes, she exudes an effortless elegance that captivates without even trying.

And as if that weren’t enough to leave you reeling, on the other side of the table, you recognize Lee Saerom.

The Saerom. The top celebrity, known for her flawless visuals and commanding performances.

Sitting next to her is Song Hayoung, the famous songwriter and soloist whose music dominates every chart. 

They’re casually leaning into the conversation, as though their combined fame and aura aren’t enough to make this room the most exclusive place in the city.

“Is Jiwon not here yet?” Chaeyoung asks as she slips into a seat, her voice nonchalant, but her eyes scanning the room with interest.

The front doorbell jingles, and the door swings open.

“I’m here!!” a bright, piercing voice calls out.

Your head swivels toward the source, and there she is. Jiwon, bounding through the entrance like a whirlwind of energy, her grin lighting up the room before her words even have a chance.

“Jisun, did you bring food?” Jiwon’s question comes rapid-fire, her tone playful but undeniably demanding.

The woman Seoyeon was leaning into rose. She moves with calm precision, her composure stark against Jiwon’s lively presence.

"Of course, I brought food. Wouldn’t want you to starve." Jisun says, her voice soft but firm, as she produces a stack of containers seemingly out of nowhere. She places them on the table, the gesture practiced, as though she had been anticipating the request long before it was asked.

It hits you then. Roh Jisun. The world-famous chef. Known for her culinary brilliance and beauty. You've seen her multiple times before in magazines, tv, or online articles. You can hardly believe she's here, so close, exuding an effortless elegance.

“Can we finally get started? I still have to clean up after all of you,” Gyuri complained, her annoyance clear.

Now that the group had gathered, all eyes shifted to Saerom, who was waiting for their attention.

“Our youngest is losing control,” Saerom began.

“We all constantly are,” Nagyung shrugged off the concern.

“This isn't the same, you know that,” Saerom replied firmly.

“Don’t try to ignore these meetings, Nagyung. I’m losing millions just being here,” Jiwon said, flaunting her wealth.

“Must be nice having all those millions,” Hayoung remarked. While her gaze focuses on the only fork on the table, in the hands of Chaeyoung.

“You’re a millionaire too. Why are you eyeing my money?” Jiwon shot back defensively.

“Ahem!… Losing control?” Gyuri steered the conversation back on track.

Saerom, now commanding their full attention, spoke with purpose.

“We need to consider finally finding an anchor.”

“Then we’ll get an anchor. Meeting is done,” Soyeon said with a yawn, stretching.

Charyoung, still twirling the fork between her fingers, smirked. “Do we have to? I’ve been liking her attitude recently.”

“It’s time,” Saerom replied, her tone serious. “We can’t risk it. If deceit consumes her…”

“It will consume all of us,” Gyuri finished, her voice dark.

You stay frozen, trying to make sense of the conversation. Consume? Anchor? Deceit? The weight of their words sinks in, and though you know you should leave, something keeps you rooted to the spot. The truth behind their cryptic conversation is just out of reach.

Then, without warning, a soft voice whispered near your ear.

“Curiosity can be dangerous, you know.”

You nearly jump out of your skin, spinning around to find Jiheon standing inches away, her signature eye-smile curved upward in amusement. You’re certain she wasn’t there a second ago. How could she have gotten so close without making a sound?

“Wha—how—?” you stammer, instinctively taking a step back, only to hear the door creak open behind you.

Seoyeon, now fully awake, leans forward slightly, her drowsy facade giving way to genuine surprise. “How did he get here?” she asks, her voice carrying a rare edge of curiosity. Her eyes scan you, but it’s not just scrutiny—it’s disbelief, almost as if you’re some kind of anomaly.

“Who’s this?” Nagyung asks, clearly not remembering you.

“Junho,” Gyuri says softly, her voice now laced with concern and confusion. “How are you here?” Her warm demeanor has returned that almost makes you feel safe. Almost.

Your mind scrambles for an explanation, but Jiheon, ever calm, steps forward, her gaze fixed on you as if she’s reading your very thoughts.

“He overheard,” Jiheon says simply, her tone neither accusatory nor dismissive.

“Clearly” Jiwon crosses her arms, her lively energy dampened by suspicion. “Why did you let him through?”

Jiheon doesn’t answer. Instead, she steps forward, closing the already narrow distance between the two of you. Her eyes glint with an eerie amusement, her head tilting slightly as she examines you like a puzzle she’s just begun to piece together.

“Regardless of how,” Saerom says, her voice cutting through the murmurs and drawing every gaze. She rises slowly, her commanding presence quieting the room once more. “What matters is why. What did he hear?”

“I didn’t mean to listen!” you blurt out, your voice shaky as you raise your hands in defense. “I—I just came back for my bag, and then I heard voices, and—”

“And stopped to eavesdrop,” Chaeyoung interrupts, her voice playful but her eyes uncomfortably sharp.

“No! I mean—yes, but not like that!” you stammer, feeling the weight of their collective stares crushing you. “It’s not what you think! I swear I won’t tell anyone!”

Gyuri sighs, stepping closer. “Junho, you don’t understand. This... what you’ve heard... it’s not something you can just walk away from.”

“I don’t know how you got through the mist ” Jisun adds, her tone firm but not unkind. “But this isn’t something just anyone can know.”

“Maybe,” Chaeyoung says, her lips curving into a sly smile, “he’s not ‘just anyone.’”

“Enough.” Saerom’s single word silences the room, her authority undeniable. Her eyes pierce through you, weighing your very existence. “What’s done is done. The question now is what we do with him.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. “Wait!” you cry, your voice desperate. “I swear I won’t say anything! I don’t even understand what I heard! Just let me go, and I’ll forget everything!”

“That’s not how this works,”  Hayoung says from across the room, her voice carrying an edge as she’s now holding the fork she was eyeing earlier.

Jiheon smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she takes another step closer. “Oh, Junho,” she purrs, her voice dripping with playful malice. “It’s not your fault, really. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She tilts her head, her smile widening. “But... well, it’s a little late for regrets, don’t you think?”

Her hand lifts, faint cyan light dancing at her fingertips, and you can’t tear your eyes away. The glow reflects in her eyes, making her look ethereal and otherworldly.

“Jiheon, stop!” Saerom’s voice cuts through, but Jiheon doesn’t even flinch.

“Relax,” Jiheon says lightly, her tone almost soothing as she looks at you. “I’m just helping him... rest a little.”

“Jiheon!” Saerom’s command comes sharper this time, but it’s already too late.

Jiheon’s fingers flick, the cyan light tracing an elegant pattern in the air. “Just a little nap,” she whispers, her voice lilting and playful.

The moment the light touches you, an overwhelming drowsiness washes over your body. Your knees buckle, the edges of your vision darken, and Jiheon’s playful smile is the last thing you see as the world fades to black.

a/n: Before you move one the next chapter, can you guess who's who, with their pairing emotion?

(Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, Deceit, and Apathy)