weaponized incompetence — manon's been making excuses for your cold behavior. the girls think you're mean and coldhearted, just like the roles you play on the big screen. but manon knows the real you.. that’s why she stayed this long. (or she’s made up a version of you that makes her stay longer than she should’ve)
all mine (+ sophia laforteza) — your group’s got a reputation — smooth vocals, chaotic lives, and a frontman who treats love like a game. you’ve played the role too well for too long, until one random stream leads you to katseye — the world’s newest obsession, and your next mistake. (smau + written) — on hold
bully — you are the human definition of a bully, causing fights on and off the court. and one fight with a la laker puts you in a certain singer's orbit. (smau + written) — ongoing
sophia laforteza:
the unexpected — after being told to take out a cold hearted pimp, information around kamurocho leads yn to where the pimp might be.. hogushi kaikan, a massage parlor. but yn encounters a blind girl instead, who's true identity causes further uproar in the crime world. (series, drama, angst)
it's never over — you had left sophia in LA to start a band with your close friends. she stayed leaving you voicemails, hoping you’d pick up. this voicemail was no different.. but she drops not so small surprise at the end. (oneshot, slight angst, hurt/comfort)
will you let me in? — you grew up in the church under a father who feared the devil in your hands. now you play the blues in secret, letting the sound free when no one watches. that changes when your war-worn cousins smoke and stack drag you into their plan to build a juke joint on haunted ground. the music you make inside those walls begins waking things up. including her. (ii,iii)
all mine (+ manon bannerman) — your group’s got a reputation — smooth vocals, chaotic lives, and a frontman who treats love like a game. you’ve played the role too well for too long, until one random stream leads you to katseye — the world’s newest obsession, and your next mistake. (smau + written) — on hold
all we know is falling — for years, dream academy and ridgeway university have treated each other less like rival schools and more like sworn enemies. every fall, the campus quad transforms into neutral ground for one reason only: Battle of the Bands. what starts as music always ends as war. (smau + written) — ongoing
daniela avanzini:
lara rajagopalan:
megan skiendiel:
caught in between (+ alysa liu) — it’s the winter olympics and team usa is stacked with talented stars. you're one of those stars, the rookie hockey player everyone on team usa seems to be interested in. including a certain figure skater and her snowboarder "friend".
jeung yoonchae(fluff/angst only):
ot5/6:
diary of a mad band — leaving a global group like katseye at the height of their success seems outrageous, but you decided to prioritize your creative freedom over staying in a group that didn't match your vision of what an artist is. (smau + written) — semi on hold
outside the linez — it's the new year and everyone's waiting on the yearly dispatch couple announcement. and to save minjeong's ass, sm entertainment decides to put aespa's youngest in a pr relationship with one of hybe's very own. — coming soon
how did we end up like this? — the nation's couple is no more. both parties quietly filed for divorce, agreeing that their careers put a strain on their marriage. (smau, angst) — ongoing
jessica jung:
sunkyu lee(sunny):
tiffany young:
hyoyeon kim:
yuri kwon:
sooyoung choi:
yoona lim:
juhyun seo (seohyun):
ot9:
𖣂 red velvet
joohyun bae (irene):
seulgi kang:
seungwan shon (wendy):
sooyoung park (joy):
yerim kim (yeri):
ot5:
𖣂 soloists/other
bo-ah kwon (boa):
heated rivalry — the early 2000s were filled with superstars. but only two were considered royalty in this industry. kwon boa, the unstoppable powerhouse under the widely known label sm entertainment. and you, a rookie quick on the rise.. but under a relatively unknown label. — coming soon
jinah im (nana):
gyuri park (kara):
alysa liu:
caught in between (+ megan skiendiel) — it’s the winter olympics and team usa is stacked with talented stars. you're one of those stars, the rookie hockey player everyone on team usa seems to be interested in. including a certain figure skater and her snowboarder "friend" — ongoing
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Karina paced behind her hotel room door wearing nothing underneath her bathrobe.
She was unsure if he was coming but she hoped he would.
She needed to get laid tonight. She was so damn horny that she started touching herself a few minutes ago. She stopped short of her orgasm when she realized she wanted to cum with his dick inside her.
Soon enough, there was a soft knock on the door. Karina quickly opened it and her heart quickly leapt in joy as the handsome face of her boss greeted her.
He quickly entered her room and captured her lips. Karina pushed the door closed and returned his kisses with equal fervor.
He slightly pulled away as he eyed her hungrily from the toes up to meet her eyes. "Did you wait long?"
"I almost came without you." She unapologetically stated.
He smirked. "I'm sure you realized that it's better to come with my cock buried deep inside you."
She nodded fervently as her gazes sought him. He saw her desperate need for him that he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch. He looked down at her body and saw her cleavage that was beckoning him to go ahead and reveal them.
He untied the knot that was barely holding together her bathrobe. The drapes dropped and displayed her nakedness in full view. His mouth watered upon seeing her brown, perky nipples as well as her huge breasts. His palm quickly grabbed her mound, massaging it softly and slowly.
His mouth gaped as his other hand touched the other mound, focusing on her perky nipples instead. He rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb.
She took in a sharp intake of breath as his fingers pulled, rolled and flicked her nipples. "You love my breasts, don't you?"
"Oh, yes. Don't worry. I love your ass and pussy just the same." He sneered as he once again felt his cock go harder.
She smirked. "You don't love your cock in my mouth?"
He laughed. "I like it. You're damn good at giving a head."
He once again kissed her, this time exerting more force and pushing his tongue inside her mouth where her tongue waited and danced with his. They hummed in delight as their kisses turned wilder. He stopped playing with her breasts and grabbed her face instead.
He thrusted his tongue up the roof of her mouth, then swirled it around, occasionally wrestling with hers. He then stopped with his tongue action and instead focused on her lips.
He tenderly nibbled her lips, pulling on them occasionally then softly pecking them. His switch from rough to tender left Karina's knees weak. He always knew what her body wanted.
Once they pulled away, he reached for his belt. She watched him carefully as he unbuckled his belt then threw it on her bed. His fingers unbuttoned his pants then unzipped it after. Once his pants hit the floor, he got out of it on one foot then lifted the other to remove the pants and throw it over to where his belt was.
Karina wasted no time and removed her robe as well. She then sat naked on the end of the bed. She hooked her finger inside his boxers' and pulled him closer. She held her breath as she slowly pulled his boxers down to reveal his big, hard, and erect cock.
Karina’s pussy throbbed at the sight of it.
His cock always did wonders inside her mouth and pussy. His cock always left her body a quivering mess and each time they fucked, Karina couldn't help but keep on wanting him again and again.
In fact just seeing him in the office wearing a sleek suit paired with his well groomed hair and his handsomeness was enough for Karina to be turned on.
She wrapped her fingers against his erection and aligned it with her awaiting mouth. He grunted as his cock felt the wet sensation of her mouth and tongue.
He continued removing his jacket, tie and undershirt as Karina’s mouth pleased him. Karina is good at giving blowjobs and she has a damn good gag reflex.
Karina is the junior assistant of his executive assistant so she often sees her boss, interacts with him and sees him in action. He was a fascinating man - that wasn't who she was expecting. She thought he was callous, controlling and mean but he wasn't totally like that.
He was kind and encouraging to his employees. He is demanding and bossy but what type of boss isn't? Maybe it has something to do with age - he might have realized that degrading employees yields no result. However, incentivizing and encouraging them boosts their morale and performance.
Speaking of age, the man Karina is giving a blowjob is more than a decade older than her. She is currently twenty-nine and he is forty-two. He is also married but despite his age, the man's build and looks were clearly younger for his age.
Her head bobbed as her mouth and tongue slid up and down his full erection which is now wet with her saliva and his pre-cum. She licked his cock after pulling away then grasped the hilt of his cock with her hand, stroking up and down his thick and long erection.
Karina wondered whatever possessed her to be the fuck buddy of her boss. But it was definitely the mind-blowing sex that made her stay and continue this affair.
Karina was not new to sex. She has been sexually active since her first boyfriend after college. But out of all her ex-boyfriends, no one was able to pleasure her as good as Sam.
Sam.
That is the name of her boss, the man she is having an affair with.
Maybe the fact that he's older and much experienced than her ex-boyfriends who were more or less close in age and are not experimental when it came to sex.
"Karina.." He called her name softly like a whisper as he cupped her cheek. "I want to be inside you."
Karina stopped her hand job and nodded her head. She wanted him inside her too. She wanted to be fucked so bad, writhe and scream in pleasure, and feel his hands and lips all over her body.
Karina positioned herself on the right side of the queen size bed. His belongings were on the other side but it would probably end up on the floor sooner or later.
Sam kneeled facing her open thighs. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself for a while as he bent down to lick her wet and dripping pussy. His other hand reached for her slit and coated his fingers with her wetness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb in circular motions. Slowly, his tongue licked her slit up to her clit.
"Fuck." She gasped as his tongue descended her slit and made its way to her hole. Then he brought his tongue back to her clit, suckling on it lightly. "Shit.. Stop it or else I'm gonna-"
He listened to her plea and stopped licking her pussy. He didn't need to perform much foreplay because she was already dripping wet and ready for the taking.
Sam continued stroking his cock as his eyes feasted on the young, attractive woman underneath with her legs wide open and pussy awaiting his cock.
Karina is damn beautiful. He was attracted to her the moment she entered the company. It didn't help that she was always by his side as his assistant's aide.
This affair started during a party that their company organized. Karina was instructed by her other boss, Sam's EA, to assist him to his car since he was drunk while he went to search and call for a driver.
She did as told. She brought him to his car and had him sit at the back. She was about to leave but he drunkenly asked her to accompany him for a while.
So she did. They both sat at the back seat waiting for the on-call-driver to arrive. Sam then admitted to her that she's very beautiful, sexy and that he's attracted to her very badly.
He wasn't able to hold back so he kissed her. Then she kissed him back. Then before they knew it, Karina was giving him a blowjob.
The next day, Sam offered to drive her home. They ended up fucking inside her apartment.
That was how it started. They were so sexually and physically attracted to one another that they couldn't end their affair. It continued on despite Karina having a new boyfriend and of course despite Sam's happy marriage.
He told Karina he often fuck his wife too which made her jealous because she told him she broke up with her boyfriend because he sucked at sex.
In other words, Karina became a full time mistress and she didn't care.
"Fuck me, baby." Karina called as she parted her pussy lips with her fingers. "I'm ready for you."
Sam aligned the pink tip of his throbbing dick into her hole before sliding inside easily. She was so wet for him that he didn't have a hard time getting inside her.
The moment he moved his hips and thrusted his cock in and out of her pussy, Karina's moans began to fill the room.
"You love my pussy, baby?" Karina pursed her lips together as her body jiggled every time he thrusted into her. Her breasts bounced along with her body, much to his pleasure.
"You know that I do." Sam grunted, increasing his pace.
Karina's cries grew louder as Sam's thrusts became more powerful. The tip was reaching her sweet spot and her walls were clenching around his dick tightly.
"That feels so good, baby." Karina whispered as her hand slithered down until she reached her pussy.
Her fingers found her aching clit and started rubbing it. Waves of pleasure filled her senses as Sam's penetrating game continued in a slow and deep pace while her fingers flicked and rubbed her clit in circular motions.
Sam's dick always left her craving for more. Sex with him is fun, pleasurable and addicting. If it wasn't so damn addicting in the first place, Karina would never have an affair with a married man.
Not only is sex with Sam awesome, he is also sweet, tender and caring. He always looked out for her in the workplace. He defended her whenever male colleagues tried to make a move on her or put her down with misogynistic remarks.
He had bouquets of flowers anonymously sent to her in the office and her apartment during her birthday a few months ago along with a sweet birthday greeting card where he expressed his gratitude and love for her.
Yes, he loves her even though Karina knows he loves his wife too. Tiffany, his wife, is everything to him. She remembered that time when Tiffany got in a slight fender-bender, Sam freaked out in the office after hearing the news then quickly left to check on her.
Karina also remembered that time she saw them made out inside his office when she accidentally opened the door thinking no one was there.
Sam is very vocal about his love for Tiffany. She overheard him talk to his EA, Karina's other superior, that they had a slight fight so he would take her out to dinner that night to apologize and then have a hot make up sex.
Or those times when she just waited for him to finish signing the papers with one hand while the other held his phone as he talked sweetly to his wife.
However, Sam's love for his wife did not deter Karina's feelings for him. She didn't care what would happen. All that mattered for her was the sex and his affection. Even if she didn’t have his heart, she had the rest of him.
Sam's arms hooked the underside of her legs to lift and spread it even wider. He momentarily stopped moving his hips although he remained buried inside her as he grinded his hips in a circular motion.
"Yes.." Karina breathed out as his buried dick hit against her sweet spot. "Don't stop. Keep on doing that. I'm so close, baby."
Sam grunted as he continued grinding into her slowly and passionately. He lowered his torso so he could capture her open mouth. He slipped his tongue inside to meet hers.
They were momentarily interrupted when his phone's ringtone was heard. His lips remained on hers and his dick remained buried inside her pussy but his hand reached for his pants to fish out his phone.
He broke the kiss and looked at Karina tenderly. "It's Tiffany. Can you promise to be quiet?"
"What will you give me in return if I do what you ask?" Karina dared him with the sultry look in her eyes.
"What do you want?" Sam conceded.
Karina pondered for a while before looking at him full of lust and desire. "I want you to fuck my other hole and I want you to stay with me tonight. Cuddle me to sleep."
Sam smiled tenderly at her before nodding. He never spent the night at her place because he had to go home to his wife so cuddling with Sam is very limited.
Thank goodness they are on a business trip in Thailand. It just so happened their rooms are connected unbeknownst to Sam's EA who is in the other room. Their first business trip had Karina booked in a connecting room with Sam by accident. They had no knowledge it was a connecting room but it turned out well since they managed to slip inside the other's room without prying eyes.
Karina bit her lips as a signal that she will be silent. Sam answered the phone after.
"Hey, sweetie." Sam greeted his wife sweetly.
Despite talking to his wife, Sam slowly moved his hips and resumed fucking Karina in a slow pace.
Karina covered her mouth with both hands as she struggled to remain quiet. She isn't the silent type during sex so she is definitely struggling right now.
Sam's thrust is slow yet deep. He slid out right at the tip then slipped back in until he was fully inside her. Sam loved the way Karina's pussy walls often tightened around his cock. It was as if she never wanted him to pull out and remain buried inside her.
"Yeah, the party just ended. I just got back to my room." He told his wife as he continued his slow thrusts.
"I told Eric and Karina to rest an hour ago. I just needed to socialize with the prospect. I think he liked our proposal." Sam recalled with a pleased expression.
His free hand roamed and found Karina's breast. He cradled it with his palm at first before his fingers slowly rubbed her nipple.
"I miss you too, baby." He replied to his wife. "I really wish you were here."
To be with his wife at this very moment is indeed his wish. His mind couldn't help but imagine fucking Karina while Tiffany watches. Then she would touch herself while listening to Karina's moans and watch Sam's cock ravage her pussy.
He and Tiffany has done many and different kinds of things during sex. Toys? They have utilized it often. Rough foreplay and sex? They often did that. Sex in public? They did that too. Anal and fisting? Oh. That's their favorite.
The only thing they have yet to try was a threesome which Tiffany often suggested.
A threesome with Karina would be great. To fuck his wife, the love of his life, and his mistress, his current obsession, would mean the world to him.
"Tiffany.." He whispered. "I really miss you."
Karina buried her feet against the mattress to anchor her body against his increasing pace. His dick was filling her to the brim while his fingers were pulling her nipples which drove her closer to the edge. Sam knew how to please her despite his mind currently somewhere else.
"I know you're tired so I'll call you tomorrow morning. I know you need to rest." Sam said tenderly. He knows his wife is stressed because earlier tonight she called him with a problem in the company since she's looking after it while he's away.
"Yes, I understand." He automatically smiled as he listened to her sweet talk. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He hummed as he listened to her I love you. "I love you too, baby. Good night. Dream of me."
He threw his phone on top of his clothes once their conversation was over as he lowered his face towards Karina's.
"You were a very good girl." He sneered, impressed that she didn't make a noise.
"I wanted that cuddle." Karina revealed.
Sam grinned. "Let me reward you with your first orgasm for tonight."
Sam kissed her tenderly before his hips increased its pace. His thrusts became faster as his cock penetrated deeper inside her pussy.
"Sam!" She exclaimed his name many times as each of his thrusts repeatedly hit her sweet spot.
She could feel her climax happening as her walls clenched around his cock. "I'm coming!"
Sam hastened his pace as her moans got louder and louder. Her shrill cry echoed in the room as she came messily across the sheets.
"Oh, Karina." Sam mumbled as he buried himself inside her, exploding his seeds into her womb. "That was wonderful, baby."
"You came a lot." Karina muttered. "Your seeds are inside me. It's so hot."
Sam kissed her lips yet again as he came down from his climax. "I want to fuck you again."
Karina cupped his face and kissed him fully on the lips. "I'm yours."
Sam smiled happily as he flipped her so she's now positioned on all fours. He stared at her pussy glistening with his cum and hummed in delight.
He aligned his cock against her entrance yet again then slipped back inside as he started their second round.
Next day
Karina woke from her sleep with a slight pain in her sex and her ass. She and Sam went for more rounds last night which left her a mess. Then they went to sleep with Sam cuddling her from behind. She always loved being the small spoon because the big spoon makes her feel protected.
Karina smiled as she felt the arm draping over her tummy. She moaned a little when he stirred in his sleep and pulled her closer to him which sent her butt pressing against his hard dick.
Karina smiled even though her eyes remained close, loving the way his body molded with hers. She once again closed her eyes to resume her sleep because her body was still sore and she was still tired after everything they did last night.
A few minutes later, Karina went back to dreamland. Sam, however, stirred awake the moment he heard his phone dinged. He probably got a text message.
He opened his eyes fully and smiled at the sight of Karina next to him. Her left breast and left thigh were exposed since the sheets covering her body fell as she laid on her side.
Sam slightly hovered his fingers on top of her exposed boob then gave it a little squeeze. Karina moaned in her sleep, instinctively reacting to his touch despite being unconscious.
"You just woke up and the first thing you do is touch her."
Sam followed the soft voice and saw his wife Tiffany sitting at a stool that faced their sleeping figures. She was holding a business magazine in her hands.
He smiled tenderly at her as he released his hold on Karina's boob. "Do you want to see me touch myself then? Just a word of warning, I'm hard as fuck."
Tiffany rose from where she sat and plopped down the magazine on the table. "Are you?"
Sam's breath was caught in his throat as Tiffany walked toward him in an alluring manner. Her hips swayed side to side, leaving her loose but short skirt fluttering about and displaying a lot of skin. It was partnered with a tube top that hugged her body perfectly, showcasing her curves and her breasts.
She looked like a woman in her early twenties with the way she dressed today although she is in her forties like Sam already.
The young look is probably derived from an inside joke amongst the two of them– that he likes younger women. This was proven when he started his affair with Karina.
She stopped her step until she reached the side of the bed. Sam removed the sheets covering him and sat properly in order to face Tiffany. His nakedness is displayed in full glory that Tiffany's gaze immediately noticed his hard cock.
He wore a lovesick expression, eyes staring at Tiffany. "You look beautiful, baby."
Tiffany placed her palms on top of his shoulder. Slowly, she carefully slid her hands up his neck until she cupped his face. "Did you miss me, baby?"
"I did." He slightly turned his face to place a soft kiss on her hand. "I missed you so much." He put his hands behind her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I was thinking of you last night while I was fucking Karina."
"I'm sure you were." Tiffany smirked as she bent down to peck his lips. "I heard everything last night."
He nodded while sporting a devilish grin. "I intentionally didn't drop the call last night."
"Yes. I enjoyed touching myself last night. Too bad you weren't there to see me cum." She did play with herself last night.
After she put the phone on loudspeaker, Tiffany immediately discarded her clothes. She took a few sextoys from the bedside drawer namely a vibrator, a butt plug and a lubricant. She first lubricated her ass hole which made inserting the butt plug easier. Then she fingered herself as she listened to Karina's moans and squeals.
Every time Sam would compliment Karina or talk dirty, Tiffany would imagine him talking to her instead. She pictured him on top of her, fucking her ass with ferocity. Unable to hold back and craving her first release, Tiffany turned the vibrator on and inserted it inside her wet pussy. She muffled her noise initially but as the vibration rocked her walls and her fingers rubbed her clit, Tiffany came with so much power.
She realized that she needed Sam. Doing it alone is not the same. And so she ordered her secretary to book her the earliest flight to Bangkok.
Tiffany peared over Sam to check out Karina's sleeping figure. "She's young, pretty and hot. She's perfect for you."
Sam hummed. "I agree. But I think she's perfect for the both of us."
The corners of her lips curled up as her dream was finally realized. She planned for this to happen. She deliberately asked Hyunmin, Sam's EA to hire his own assistant to lighten his load.
She then handed him a portfolio who turned out to be Karina. Tiffany met her during their company's hiring process and immediately noticed her beauty. When she whispered to Sam who was sitting next to her praises about Karina's beauty, he agreed and even admitted she looked hot and attractive.
That was when Tiffany got the idea. Sam never really found any other woman attractive beside Tiffany so hearing his admission made Tiffany conceive a crazy plan.
She wanted Sam to seduce Karina and make her fall in love with him to the point that she will listen to whatever he wishes. Like for example, having a threesome.
At first Sam didn't like that idea. He loved Tiffany and he found it distasteful to have sex with someone else other than his wife. But Tiffany convinced him by saying that they have tried everything they wanted and dreamed of during sex except having a threesome.
Tiffany assured him that she won't be mad because she wanted this. She also ordered him that whatever he did with Karina, he had to do it with Tiffany as well to make it fair.
So that night when Sam and Karina first hooked up inside the car while he was drunk and he received a blowjob from her, he went home and Tiffany gave him a mind shattering orgasm using her lovely mouth.
Every time he went home after his sexual encounter with Karina, Tiffany waited for him to fuck her too.
"She loves me, Tiffany." He whispered in a soft tone. "I.. I don't want to hurt her."
Tiffany looked at him warmly as she cupped his face. "I know. Then let's make her our permanent third wheel."
Sam finally smiled as a big worry was taken off his shoulders. He got up as he tenderly cupped her small face with his big hands. Tiffany gazed at him passionately as her desire threatened to boil over.
He kissed her fully on the lips while her fingers automatically combed through his hair. Her lips moved in unison with his as she swiped her tongue across his lower lip. She then pushed it inside his mouth until it wrestled against him for power.
Sam gracefully submitted to his wife, letting her dominate him albeit only for today. Tiffany smiled, loving the way he succumbed to her ministrations. It was his signal that he would let her order him around.
Her hand guided his head down so he peppered wet kisses along her skin from her jaw to her neck until he reached her shoulder blades.
"Take my clothes off, baby." Tiffany whispered.
Sam pulled away and grabbed the ends of her top and removed it without difficulty. He threw it on the floor as his fingers found the back of her skirt. He unhooked it expertly without looking and Tiffany shimmied it off her body.
Down in her underwear, Sam ogled her with burning desire. Her milky white skin sparkled due to a thin layer of perspiration. Sam watched as Tiffany removed her bra. His eyes feasted on her breast immediately, earning a satisfied smirk from Tiffany.
As soon as Tiffany removed her satin panties, Sam pounced on her and the momentum sent her standing near the chair she occupied earlier. Sam greedily cupped each of her breasts, eliciting a surprised moan from her.
"I'm not in the mood for foreplay, baby." She told him with bated breath. "I'm fucking horny. I need you inside me."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked in a gentle tone.
Tiffany let out a small smile, liking how Sam is letting her lead him. "Take a seat and let me ride you."
Sam obeyed, sitting on the love seat. He liked it better than the other seat with the backrest because he can move more freely. He looked at his wife who stood in between his legs. He unwittingly held his breath as she slowly lowered her body. She held his cock upright and aligned it perfectly at her entrance. Using her other hand, she spread her folds with her fingers before lowering herself entirely on his dick.
Sam groaned in pleasure the moment they were joined. Tiffany arched her back and threw her head to the side as she closed her eyes to savor his entire length. Compared to Karina who had her fair share of lovers, Tiffany's first love was Sam and he was also her sole sexual partner. Her sexual awakening happened when her then boyfriend Sam accidentally touched her chest when they were playing during one of their college incursions.
Ever since then, whenever they made out, Tiffany's body would feel like it's been set on fire. Eventually, her desire could no longer be contained so she invited Sam for a vacation once their sophomore term ended. Tiffany gave her virginity to Sam during that break which eventually started their active sexual life.
"Fuck, Tiffany.." He cooed as she slowly rocked her body. His gaze found her tits that bounced each time she moved up and down. One of his hands reached for her left breast while the other held her hips, guiding her movements.
He squeezed her breast, eliciting a sensual moan from his wife. He leaned forward to pepper kisses along her collarbone, pausing at the base of her neck to suckle some skin. The pulsating point he licked and sucked made Tiffany's inside churn since he knew perfectly well where to pleasure her.
He trapped her nippled in between her thumb and forefinger. He would tug or pinch it then would just rub it teasingly. He groaned in pleasure when Tiffany stopped moving, burying his entire length inside her. She started gyrating her hips instead, earning throaty moans from him.
"Tiffany.." He called as she expertly rocked her pelvis. She moved her hips in circles as her walls clenched his dick tightly. "Fuck. Your pussy's squeezing me so tightly, baby."
Tiffany smirked as she met his burning gaze. She opened her mouth and he quickly covered it with his. Lips tugged her bottom lip then shifted on the upper one. He then pushed his tongue inside, fighting a dangerous battle with her own. His teeth nipped her bottom lips, biting her with slight pressure.
"Ahh.. Sam.." She moaned as he swiped his tongue over the lip he bit. Then he pushed his tongue inside her mouth again, swirling and twirling it around the hot cavern. Their kiss was sloppy but needy, both of them longing for each other despite being in each other's presence.
They just couldn't get enough of each other.
"Fuck me, baby." Sam broke the kiss as he breathed on her face. "I'm very close. I want to cum inside you."
Tiffany nodded. She slowly moved her hips up then slammed back down. Her pace increased as the slapping of skin slowly filled the room. He looked down and watched as her pussy took his entire length. She would raise her hips until the tip of his dick remained then would slam her hips down until she was riding all of him.
Sam bent his head to capture her other nipple as his fingers busied itself with her other nub. He swirled his tongue around the erect nub before sucking it with passion. He then trapped the bud in between his teeth then slowly nipped and pulled.
"Fuck!" Tiffany cooed, throwing her head back as she hastened her pace, riding him up and down. "That felt so good, baby."
Sam smiled against her skin as he resumed sucking her nub. He once again nipped and pulled it with his teeth, earning another moan from Tiffany. His hand that was playing with her other nipple slowly descended down her pussy. Tiffany's body shivered as his thumb started rubbing circles around her clit.
"Tiffany. I have been fucking you for almost two decades and you're still tight as fuck." He groaned as his dick slammed in and out her tight hole.
Tiffany placed her hands on his broad shoulders as her fingernails dug into his skin. "I'm close, Sam."
He nodded as he rubbed her clit more with his thumb. His insides churned as he felt his incoming release ready to explode. His hand supporting her hips now framed her face as he beckoned her to face him.
"I'm cumming, Tiff." He said as he gazed into her eyes.
She nodded, feeling her orgasm coming too. With just a few more moves, they both came undone as their gazes remained glued to one another.
"Shit, you made me cum, baby." Sam purred as he pecked her lips.
"I love you, baby." Tiffany said as her chest heaved while catching her breath. "I love you so much, Sam."
"I know. And you know that I love you too. I'll do anything for you." Sam placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
Tiffany knew that. He loved her so much that he couldn't refuse her request to seduce Karina. He always wanted to make her happy so if getting a threesome would make her happy then Sam would gladly do it no matter how much he found it distasteful.
And so today, he's making her wishes come true. She'll finally get that threesome.
Sam got off the seat, temporarily pulling his dick out of her pussy. He then asked Tiffany to lay down on the mattress next to a sleeping Karina. He then stood at the foot of the bed then climbed up, crawling in between their bodies.
He pecked Tiffany's lips. "You're getting that threesome now, baby." She giggled excitedly.
Sam then turned to Karina. He slowly lowered the sheets covering her naked chest. Once her tits sprang into view, he peppered soft kisses around her mound.
"Hngg.." Karina moaned in her sleep.
"Wake up, sweetheart." Sam whispered against her now perky nub. He enveloped it with his mouth as his hand grabbed the other mound and gave it a soft squeeze.
"Sam.." She breathed with her eyes closed as she savored his tongue circling her nipple.
"Karina.. Let me introduce you to someone." He called gently as his ministrations continued. But Karina was way too turned on to speak.
Sam stopped playing with her mounds knowing it would get her fired up and it did because she finally opened her eyes and bolted upright to give him a glare.
"You're such a tease, Sam!" She groaned.
He just chuckled. He then pulled Tiffany up so that she was sitting like Karina. "This is my wife, Tiffany."
Karina gasped as she quickly covered her chest with the sheets. "M-Ms Tiffany! I-I... This... ummm-"
"It's okay, Karina." Tiffany cupped her face. "I know what my husband was doing to you."
Karina's eyes widened, mouth hanging open in shock. "Y-You do?"
"I was the one who asked him to get closer to you." Tiffany explained in simple terms. "I always wanted to experience a threesome, you know. And you were the perfect woman for that. You are, after all, the only woman my husband and I both find attractive."
Karina was confused with what was happening. Hearing that from Tiffany surprised her, especially knowing that she planned for her husband to seduce Karina. But it's not like Karina can be mad at her because Sam meant a lot to her.
Karina would even dare say she loved him. And she does. Ever since that fateful night inside his car, the night she first gave him oral sex, she started craving for him.
Whenever he secretly touched her ass as she waited beside him to sign the documents, a pool of wetness developed between her legs. Whenever he intentionally rubbed or accidentally brush arms with her, Karina felt heat all over her body. Whenever he whispered flirty words into her ear while wearing a poker face, Karina got those urges to drag him into a closet and just get naked with him.
Then when she was home alone in the arms of her then ex-boyfriend, Karina was left thinking about Sam. She was missing his warm touches, his deep voice, his captivating gaze and his tender loving care. She just missed his presence alone.
Eventually, Karina ended up breaking up with her boyfriend because he was bad at sex. He was becoming more irate and often said hurtful words and he also lost his temper and slapped her hard. She didn't tolerate his mistakes and violence so she broke up with him and told him to never show his face again.
Then Sam comforted him without the sex. He took her out to dinner and movies, sent her bouquets of flowers, left her love notes on her desk and gave her comfort inducing hugs. She initially wanted him for the sex but eventually fell in love with him.
"Is that true?" Karina asked as confusion remained written on her face.
Sam nodded. "You're the only woman I ever found attractive aside from Tiffany." He then cupped her face. "I don't want to hurt you, Karina. I don't want to lose you too."
"Stay with us, Karina." Tiffany added with a soft smile. "Stay with Sam."
As if Karina will say no to that. This was unexpected. She thought if his wife discovered their affair, she would order her to leave him. But instead of that, Tiffany asked her to stay.
"Are you fine sharing your husband?" Karina sounded doubtful.
Tiffany chuckled. She moved her naked body closer to Sam and gave his cheek a peck. "We can both have him, you both can have me and the two of us can have you."
Karina felt electricity run through her spine as it dawned to her what she meant.
"Well, this is going to be my first time doing it with a woman but I think I'll love it since it's you." Tiffany added with a seductive wink. "Sam did say you taste amazing."
"She does." Sam agreed. He leaned forward to plant a kiss at the base of Karina's neck. His tongue poked her flesh before sliding it up her neck. He nibbled and sucked her neck, knowing perfectly well that it was her weak spot. "What do you say, Karina?"
"Well, it's either we share you and you get to stay in my life or we don't share you and you leave my life." Karina summarized the gist of it. She then put her hands on his neck and gazed into his clear orbs. "The choice is obvious. I want you in my life, Sam."
Sam wore that handsome grin of his, leaving Karina's heart skipping a beat. She pulled his face towards her and kissed him tenderly. She slowly lowered her body when he started pushing her down. He supported himself by leaning on his elbow as his other hand trailed down her torso. The pads of his fingers trailed on her navel down to her womanhood. His fingers traced her slit as he teased a digit by her entrance.
Karina gasped for air once he ended the kiss to capture one of her nipples. "Shit. Bite it harder."
Tiffany watched with heightened arousal as her husband feasted on Karina's nipple and pussy. She felt wetness beginning to pool between her legs again. Watching Sam fuck Karina made Tiffany horny beyond reason.
"How does she feel, baby?" Tiffany breathed out as her fingers started rubbing her clit in circles.
Sam released Karina's nipples with a pop as he looked at his wife. "She feels so good, Tiffany. She tastes sweet too."
Tiffany leaned forward to kiss his lips. "Put your finger in, baby. I wanna hear Karina moan." She breathed against his lips.
Sam turned to Karina while wearing his handsome grin. "I'm sticking it in." She nodded her head as her stomach twisted in anticipation.
Sam slipped a finger inside her slick hole. Karina arched her back as Sam slid his finger in and out of her. A second digit was added, making her groan in pure delight. She pulled her legs up as she bent her knees, trapping his body in between her thighs.
"I want to cum, Sam." Karina croaked out as Sam added a third finger. She saw Tiffany's gaze shift between her jiggling mounds and her pussy which Sam was violating rather roughly.
"Make her cum, baby." Tiffany encouraged with a trembling voice. Her fingers are now rubbing her slit as she inserted two fingers inside her.
Sam rubbed his thumb against Karina's clit as he kept on thrusting his three fingers inside Karina's wet hole. Sam lowered his body so he could use his mouth to suck her clit.
"Fuck! Don't stop, please. I'm so close!" Karina cussed as one hand pressed Sam's face closer against her pussy while her other hand reached for Tiffany's breast.
"Oh, Karina." Tiffany moaned as the girl started playing with her nipple. "You're doing great."
Tiffany rolled to her side in order to get closer to Karina's face. She flashed the girl a warm smile before finally capturing her lips. Karina responded to her kiss rather well, nibbling her lips and sucking her tongue. Tiffany pulled away to plant a kiss on the girl's jaw before trailing kisses down her neck, collarbone, mound then captured her nipple.
Karina felt like she was going crazy with the way the married couple was screwing her. Tiffany was switching between sucking the flesh around her nub or nibbling her nipple while Sam kept on pumping his fingers inside her pussy.
Karina knew she was going to explode soon so she braced herself for an earth shattering orgasm.
"Cum for me, sweetheart." Sam cooed airily against her heat.
That proved to be the key to her release. Karina let a piercing cry as she came hard. She panted for air as her body shuddered in the aftermath of their first round.
"Baby.." Sam purred to Tiffany. "Why don't you do Karina a favor and clean her up?"
Tiffany stopped touching herself and Karina and immediately switched positions with Sam. She kneeled in between Karina's thighs then lowered her torso until her face was close to Karina's pussy. She took a long lick of her slit, earning shivers from Karina.
"You're right, baby." Tiffany looked at Sam with twinkling eyes. "She does taste amazing."
"I told you so." Sam looked proud. He crawled next to Karina and kissed her fully on the mouth. "Karina.. You're so fucking hot."
Karina's dark with desire eyes bore into his. "Your wife's damn hot, too."
He wore a smug grin. "I know."
Tiffany lapped up Karina's juices, licking her pussy and inner thighs clean. Seeing his wife was done with Karina, he sat against the headboard and sprawled his legs outward. He beckoned Karina to take the space between his thighs. Lying prone and facing his hard erection, Karina wrapped her fingers around it and slowly gave it a stroke.
"Fuck." He groaned.
Tiffany lifted Karina's hips so that she's now kneeling on all fours. Her tongue found Karina's slit, giving it a long lick. She then parted the swollen lips and poked her tongue inside her hole.
Karina moaned as Tiffany ate her pussy. Her grip on his dick tightened as she continued to stroke him. Her other hand held his balls, playing with it and squeezing it a little.
"I'd much prefer your mouth be wrapped around my dick, Karina." He growled in desperation.
Unable to prolong his wait since she wanted to take his cock inside her mouth too, Karina took a lick of his head. Sam's dick wasn't long but it was definitely big and thick. It always made her pussy full as if it was being stretched to its limits.
She licked his length from its head to its base. She noticed how swollen it was given how red it was and the veins popping in sight. She smirked upon hearing his desperate groan and feeling his hand push the back of her head.
"Karina. If you won't use your mouth, I will definitely punish you." His threat didn't sound like one when he kept on making sexy faces every time she squeezed his dick.
"I prefer that, you know?" She looked up at him, teasing him by putting his tip near her lips but never actually putting it in her mouth.
He held her face and bent down so he could kiss her. "You wouldn't want me to deny you of your pleasure too, would you?"
Karina's face soured upon hearing that. Sam would sometimes be a bad tease that he would prolong Karina's agony by denying her a release. Just when she was on the brink of reaching an orgasm, Sam would pull out and leave her frustrated.
Karina doesn't want that to happen again.
Deciding that she hated his punishment, Karina took his tip inside her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip before taking the entirety of his erection with her hot mouth. Sam watched as she bobbed her head repeatedly. She took him until the base then stopped until his tip. Then she released him with a pop as her tongue slid the underside of his cock.
"Ahh.. Karina. Your mouth is incredible." Sam groaned as she took his whole dick into her mouth yet again.
He gazed at his wife who was busy eating Karina and the latter was jutting her ass into the former's face for deeper reach. He found that view so arousing that he felt like he would reach his orgasm soon.
Tiffany licked two of her fingers then slowly inserted them inside Karina's swollen pussy. Karina groaned at the intrusion but she didn't bother releasing Sam's cock that was inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she took his whole length each time. She had better gag reflex than Tiffany which is why when she took his erection deep into her throat, she didn’t gag despite poking the back of her throat for more than ten seconds.
"Fuck.. You're doing an amazing job fucking me with your mouth." He sounded so pleased and close to the edge. "Keep doing that and I'll cum inside your mouth."
Karina looked up at him through her heavily lidded eyes, mouth and tongue busy sucking, blowing and licking his dick. She bobbed her head as she hastened her pace, taking him until the base of his dick then pulling away until the tip. Every time she took him fully, the tip of his dick would hit the back of her throat which gave her a little bit of discomfort but it wasn't the kind that she hated.
She wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked him slowly as her tongue and mouth played with the head. She could feel his body starting to stiffen as she prepared her mouth for his impending release.
"Shittt.. I'm cumming!" He threaded his fingers along her hair as he held her steady while he shot his load inside her awaiting mouth.
Karina waited until his release subsided before pulling away to swallow his cum. She thought she was getting a short rest but when he laid down instead of sitting against the headboard, she knew he was up to no good.
"Is she ready for me, baby?" Sam called to Tiffany who finally stopped eating Karina's pussy.
Tiffany nodded at him with a proud grin. "She's very wet now, baby. I think I did a fantastic job."
"I agree. You did fantastic, baby." Sam returned her smile. He then pulled Karina's wrist and made her straddle his hips. He grabbed his still hard cock and aligned it against her leaking pussy. "Sweetheart, will you ride me?"
Karina nodded as she lowered her body against his dick. She let a soft purr as her pussy adjusted to his size so she only took half of him. Then when her body started to relax, she lowered her hip completely to take all of him. Karina moaned as she slowly moved her hips, bouncing up and down and twirling her hips around.
Sam reached for his wife who was watching Karina ride him. "Baby, I want to taste you."
Tiffany beamed at him as she straddled his upper chest, facing Karina. Sam grinned at the sight of her glistening pussy that sent blood rushing to his dick. He heard Karina groan, probably surprised by the increase in his size and hardness.
"Sam.. How does Karina feel?" Tiffany asked curiously as her gaze fell on his cock slipping smoothly inside Karina's pussy.
"She feels so good, Tiffany. She's so fucking tight." He growled as Karina increased her pace.
"As tight as my pussy?" Tiffany batted her eyelashes playfully.
Sam thrusted his hips upward to meet Karina's pace. "Yeah, definitely."
Karina felt her walls clamp around his length, loving the way he filled her up and drove her crazy. Then, her gaze fell on Tiffany who looked to be enjoying her ride Sam masterfully. She leaned forward, with Tiffany meeting her halfway, and gave the older woman a hot kiss. Tiffany was very good at kissing, probably since she has more experience than Karina. Tiffany's kissing habit was the same as Sam's so Karina didn't have a hard time responding to her kisses.
Tiffany nipped her bottom lip so when Karina moaned in pain, the former slipped her tongue inside, dominating Karina's. Tiffany kissed her hungrily, needily, just like how Sam would kiss Karina after being away from each other for some time.
Karina gyrated her hips, eliciting a moan from Sam whose tongue was busy pleasuring Tiffany's leaking folds. Tiffany wrapped an arm around Karina's waist while the other caressed her cheek, deepening their kiss.
Tiffany broke the kiss in order to place open-mouthed kisses along Karina's jaw. She then descended downwards, trailing wet kisses along Karina's neck, collarbone, shoulder until her lips eventually reached Karina's nipple.
"Shit." Karina threw her head back as Sam thrusted up with more ferocity and as Tiffany started nibbling her nipples.
This couple knew how to fuck and they have chosen Karina as their playmate. With the tremendous pleasure her body is receiving and knowing her body will keep on craving for this kind of pleasure in the future, Karina knows there is no escape from the both of them.
Tiffany turned to the other nipple as her tongue poked and flicked the erect nub. Karina looked so hot and sexy as she rode Sam. It totally turned Tiffany on as the squelching sound of Karina's pussy being pounded by Sam's dick echoed around the room.
Tiffany felt her insides churn as Sam's tongue penetrated her folds. She squirmed, bucking her hips as he dragged his tongue along her swollen flesh. His fingers then parted her wet folds so he could thrust his tongue into her hole. Tiffany held Karina by the waist as she clamped her lips around her nipples. She reached below as her fingers found Karina's clit, rubbing it in circles.
"Hng.. That feels so good." Karina moaned as she bucked her hips at a faster pace. "Your dick feels amazing, Sam. And Tiff.. Your fingers– ahh!" She wasn't able to finish what she was going to say because he thrusted his hips harder and deeper, hitting her sweet spot.
It didn't help that Tiffany kept on rubbing her clit while her mouth was busy sucking the younger woman's nipple. Tiffany nipped the bud with her teeth, tugging it playfully before sucking it again.
Karina felt her release coming and she knew it was coming to her hard and violent. She hastened her pace, moaning each time Sam's hips met her movements, reaching her sweet spot. Her moans kept getting louder as the tip of his dick repeatedly hit her sweet spot. Her walls started clamping around his member as her release came like a tidal wave, sending her mind and body floating in cloud nine.
"Sam!" She shrieked as she once again came violently. She stopped riding him to take a breather. Once she got off him, his member was covered in her essence from the tip down to his balls and her pussy was dripping with her cum.
Tired and exhausted because of the pleasure she received from Sam and Tiffany, Karina plopped down face first beside Sam. She gazed intently as Sam's tongue flicked in and out of Tiffany's hole.
"Baby.. I need to cum." Sam whispered against Tiffany's swollen flesh.
Nodding her head, Tiffany got off him. Sam sat up and crawled in the middle of the bed. He grinned proudly as Tiffany laid on her back, taking the spot where he laid earlier and caressed Karina's face. He watched with a lustful gaze as Tiffany and Karina kissed tenderly.
He moved in between Tiffany's legs as his hand stroked his member slowly and painstakingly. He was still hard and he was desperate for a release. Without any warning, he slipped his thick member inside of Tiffany's leaking pussy, causing her to break her kiss with Karina in order to moan at the tremendous amount of pleasure that engulfed her body.
Tiffany opened her arms and Sam automatically leaned into her embrace. He propped his body with his elbows to prevent himself from crushing his wife with his weight. Because he lowered his body, Tiffany's perky nipples were pressed hard against his chest. Sam captured her lips as his hips hastened its pace.
Tiffany groaned each time his tip would hit her walls or her sweet spot. He would sometimes decrease his pace so he could grind his hips around much to Tiffany's delight because the pleasure it was giving her was insane.
"I want more of you, baby." She muttered. "I want you to fuck me harder and deeper. I want you to fuck me until I can't take it anymore."
"Your wish is my command." He spread her legs wider as he hooked his arms behind her knees. He pulled all the away until the tip before slamming back inside her with more force.
Tiffany was a quivering mess as Sam fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Her moans grew incessantly louder with each thrust he made. He was making her go crazy with his ministrations. Her entire body was feeling so good that she found it difficult to even raise her arms.
She grabbed the sheets into fists as she held on for dear life. Sam was like a machine, pulling out then slamming back in, filling her whole with his thick member and leaving her pussy wet beyond normal. He was an expert at making her feel so good. Twenty years into their relationship and he remains to be the only person she ever wanted with the addition of Karina now.
"Sam.. I'm fucking close." Tiffany uttered as he roughly slammed into her. Her back arched when he repeatedly hit her sweet spot, driving her to the edge. "There! Fuck me there!"
His lips found the base of her neck as he suckled on her skin, making sure that he would leave a mark that people will see. Tiffany is his and nobody else can have her. The same goes for Karina. Sam has become greedy and wanted the both of them all for himself because he loved them.
He may have just started loving Karina but he is sure that feeling and sentiment will develop as much as he loves Tiffany in due time.
He moved his hips as fast as he could muster as his thick cock penetrated Tiffany with power. She was a moaning mess, squirming in pain and pleasure as her impending release threatened to explode. Sam felt blood rushing to his dick as he also went closer to the edge of his orgasm.
"Tiffany.." He called her name as an invitation to cum with him and she grabbed his face in response to kiss his now chapped lips.
She screamed into his mouth as she came violently while he let out a throaty groan as he came inside her. His load shot into her womb yet again as he slowly rode down from the high of his orgasm. He slowly pumped into her until he came to a perfect still, withdrawing his dick from her pussy– wet with both their juices.
With a groan, he fell in between Karina and Tiffany as he tried catching his breath. He wore a big, contented smile on his face. A curtain of peaceful silence enveloped the three of them as they recuperated from the tiring sexual activity.
Soon, his eyelids closed shut due to the exhaustion. Tiffany and Karina placed their heads on top of his steady heaving chest as they cuddled him.
Synopsis: When a scandal threatens to shake SM’s foundations, they call in the one person who’s never failed to make problems disappear. This young, impossibly composed woman holds more power than anyone else in the room.
English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
♡ Enjoy! ♡
Rain tapped against the windows like a warning.
On the thirty fifth floor of SM Entertainment’s headquarters, the sky pressed heavy against the glass. Seoul was a blur of wet streets and honking traffic below, but in the boardroom, the real storm was happening in silence. An almost reverent kind of dread had settled over the table.
The executives barely spoke above a whisper now. Phones buzzed constantly, lighting up with notifications they didn’t want to read. Someone’s coffee sat untouched, going cold beside a trembling hand. The room, with all its sleek chrome fixtures and clean white light, suddenly felt like a box with no air.
On the wall sized screen, the livestream played without sound, but no one needed audio to understand.
Jieun.
Her face filled the frame, bare, no makeup, eyes swollen from crying but steady. This wasn’t some spur of the moment outburst, it was premeditated, precise. She had waited years to speak like this. And now, nothing could stop her.
“They silenced me,” the captions read. “They buried it all, but not anymore.”
She spoke of trainees blacklisted for speaking out, of favorites who were shielded while others were discarded, of contracts rewritten behind closed doors, of managers who shouted in soundproof rooms. Of one particular incident, years ago, that no one in this room dared to name. A minor, a cover up. The story they had all promised would stay dead.
But it was back, and this time? It had receipts.
She showed emails, recordings, and screenshots. The evidence ticked onscreen like a countdown.
A vice president in a pinstriped suit stood with his arms crossed too tightly. “She’s been collecting this for years, she waited for the exact moment we couldn’t contain it.”
Another man, the legal advisor, muttered under his breath, “She’s got enough to light the place on fire. No way she’s bluffing.”
The PR director hadn’t moved in ten minutes. Her fingers clenched around her tablet, knuckles white. The headlines rotated in grim succession.
Former SM Idol Exposes Years of Abuse.
Corporate Giant Faces Reckoning.
Kpop’s Star Pulls Back the Curtain.
“It’s global,” she whispered. “It hit CNN five minutes ago. Japan, the US, Brazil, everyone’s picking it up.”
The silence afterward was worse than yelling because there was no plan, no crisis memo could fix this. They were standing at the edge of a cliff and the ground had already crumbled beneath them.
And then, Mr. Jung moved.
He rose from his seat slowly, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with the kind of calm that made the others uneasy. His face was unreadable, composed in that way powerful people mastered, detached, efficient, inhumanly still.
Without a word, he stepped out of the boardroom.
He walked past the assistants, the managers, the panic. Down a short hall to his office, where the lights were dim and the air felt thicker, quieter.
He locked the door behind him.
At his desk, he picked up the phone. Not his personal one, but the second device he kept in the locked drawer. No contacts, no ID, just a black screen, a secure line, and the kind of number you only call when there’s no other option.
He pressed it.
One ring. Two.
Then a voice answered, soft and low.
“We need help,” Mr. Jung said. “The kind only she can provide.”
A pause. Nothing but the faint sound of breathing.
Then the voice replied, barely above a whisper. “Miss Lee will take care of it.”
The line went dead.
Jung set the phone down, slowly, carefully, and for the first time that morning, his hands were shaking.
By afternoon, the chaos had hollowed into something quieter, heavier. The boardroom no longer buzzed with frantic energy but sat in a dense, waiting stillness, the kind that preceded a reckoning. The lights had been dimmed, screens were muted, the livestream was gone, replaced by a digital map of headlines spiraling across the globe like a virus too fast to contain.
Most of the building had been cleared by now.
Orders from above. Staff escorted out with vague apologies and stiff smiles, interns told to work from home, security stationed like statues at the elevators. Only the idols and the highest ranking executives remained, and even the latter had lost the armor of confidence that came with title and tenure. They sat in silence, shifting uncomfortably in their leather chairs, glancing once in a while toward the door as if that alone might speed up time.
Even Mr. Jung, who rarely betrayed emotion, now looked older somehow. His shoulders had dropped, his jaw had set.
At exactly 2:03 p.m., the elevator chimed. The sound echoed far too loud in the quiet, a sharp, sterile note that made several heads turn at once.
And then she stepped in.
She entered the boardroom with a presence that felt less like arrival and more like an eclipse.
Quiet, total, inevitable.
She was tall, not dramatically so, but with a posture so exact it seemed carved, as if no part of her body had ever slouched. Her suit was black and tailored to perfection, the fabric matte and sleek, accentuating the sharp lines of her figure like a shadow given form. No jewelry adorned her hands or ears. No badge, no title, nothing to announce who she was or why she belonged.
And yet, not a single person asked.
Behind her walked a single assistant, a young man dressed in similar monochrome. Silent, alert, eyes scanning the room as if memorizing it for someone far more important. He carried nothing, he spoke even less.
The woman did not greet anyone, she didn’t offer handshakes or pleasantries, and she didn’t sit, though a chair had clearly been pulled out at the head of the table, waiting for her. She remained standing, her heels silent on the stone tile, hands gloved in black leather as she leaned slightly forward to scan the documents that had been carefully laid out for review.
Her eyes moved quickly, too quickly.
One of the board members, a woman with a twenty-year career and the resume to command entire departments, opened her mouth to offer a summary, but was immediately silenced by a glance from Mr. Jung.
They watched as the stranger read the reports. Her gaze was swift, precise, moving from one page to the next as if she had already known their contents and was simply confirming what she’d suspected all along. When she finally spoke, her voice was low and clear, with no strain, no emotion, and no desire to perform.
“You’ve let the fire burn too long.”
The room froze. The assistant behind her didn’t even blink.
She straightened, not a single wrinkle in her suit, and allowed her gaze to travel over the men and women in the room. The kind of look that weighed rather than measured, that judged.
“Containment is still possible,” she continued. “But only if you follow every instruction, there is no room for error now. Do you understand?”
Nobody nodded, nobody spoke.
The silence was answer enough.
She turned then, just slightly, directing a low comment toward the man behind her. Her assistant, who stepped forward with silent efficiency to begin distributing sealed envelopes to the table.
The only words he spoke came gently, like a reflex.
“Yes, Miss Lee.”
And that name, just two syllables, hit the air like a stone dropped in still water. A single ripple, and then a flood.
The room inhaled.
They all knew the name, of course. Everyone at this level did. “Miss Lee” was more myth than person, a figure whispered about in investor circles and high level acquisitions. There were no photos, no records, just rumors. That she represented a family with too much power to trace, that she advised more than one global empire, that she never appeared unless something was truly at risk.
No one knew exactly who Miss Lee was.
But now, standing before them, it didn’t matter. She was here and no one, dared question her authority.
The meeting lounge on the thirty third floor wasn’t meant to be cozy, but it was quiet, and that was enough for Taeyeon. Especially after yesterday’s spectacle.
She sat curled into the corner of a leather armchair, legs crossed, a paper cup of coffee cooling in her hand. Outside the panoramic windows, Seoul stretched beneath a bruised sky, thunder cracked somewhere distant, rolling along the skyline like a slow breath.
She checked her phone again. Still nothing.
Her meeting with the A&R director had been pushed back without explanation, and now she’d been told the CEO himself would be joining. Something about “restructuring priorities.” Vague corporate language that usually meant trouble was blooming higher up the chain.
Taeyeon didn’t care for boardroom politics, but she could feel the tension in the walls.
People moved differently today. Quieter, faster, the kind of shift that wasn’t broadcasted, but leaked through closed doors and lowered voices.
Down the corridor, the main boardroom doors were sealed shut. A pair of men in black suits stood just outside, security, though they didn’t wear badges or earpieces like the usual guards. No one lingered near them, no one even looked directly at them.
Taeyeon sipped her coffee and tried to focus on her notes for the meeting. But the stillness outside that room kept pulling her attention. It was like waiting at the edge of a storm you weren’t sure you were invited to.
And then, without warning, the elevator at the far end of the corridor chimed.
Taeyeon didn’t mean to look up, but something shifted, and her eyes followed it on instinct.
The figure moved past the glass wall like a shadow. Tall, sharp in black, each step exact. Her posture was impossibly straight, as if balance itself bent around her. She didn’t slow, didn’t glance sideways.
It wasn’t theatrics, it was worse.
Quiet control, presence without announcement.
The kind of woman who didn’t need to be introduced because the air had already made the introductions for her.
Taeyeon’s fingers tightened on her cup. She didn’t catch the woman’s face, just the briefest edge of it, pale against the corridor’s light.
Behind her came the same assistant. Black suit, unsmiling, alert.
The boardroom doors opened without anyone knocking. A man inside, one of the top executives, stepped back quickly. And for a moment, just a second, Taeyeon saw something rare flicker across his face.
Fear.
The woman walked in without a word, and the doors closed behind her with a soft thud.
Taeyeon blinked. The air around her felt heavier, she couldn’t explain it, not exactly, but something had shifted on a level deeper than logistics or scheduling. Even down the hall, she could feel it, like the floor itself had stiffened beneath her shoes.
A manager passed by then, holding the laptop too tightly, muttering to the man beside him in a voice not meant for eavesdropping.
“She’s the advisor. From above.”
Taeyeon straightened. “Who is she?” she asked, not sharply, just curious. Her tone casual enough to pass.
The man paused mid step, eyebrows lifting in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected her to speak at all.
“They say she works with the Lee family,” he said, lowering his voice. “Some kind of strategic asset. No title, no socials. She doesn’t do calls, she appears when she wants to or when things are burning.”
Taeyeon tilted her head. “Miss Lee?”
“That’s what they call her, but no one really knows her name. Hell, we’re not even supposed to know she exists.”
Taeyeon smiled politely, but something cold tugged at her spine.
She turned her gaze back toward the boardroom. Closed door, silence pressing against them like a held breath.
“Never heard of her,” she said.
The man gave a short laugh, already walking away. “That’s the point.”
Minutes later the boardroom doors opened with a sound too soft to match the weight they carried, and for a moment, the hallway itself seemed to hold its breath.
Taeyeon glanced up, not because she expected anything in particular, but because the air had shifted, almost imperceptibly, the way it does when a storm skirts the edge of a quiet sky.
She saw a woman step out.
Her assistant followed at a respectful distance, silent and watchful.They moved without pause, without any acknowledgment of the small group of assistants and managers now scattering ahead of them like leaves blown out of formation. There was no rush in her steps, but every inch of her projected purpose, as though she already knew the shape of every hallway, the ending of every sentence, the problem long before it had ever been named.
And then, just as she passed the lounge, her eyes lifted, and her gaze met Taeyeon’s.
Only for a second. A single, unbroken moment.
But something passed between them in that glance, something quiet and invisible, like the subtle shift of weight before a dancer’s first step, or the exact second a match sparks before it catches fire.
Taeyeon wasn’t sure what she’d expected, perhaps someone older, someone lined by years of strategy and corporate maneuvering. But the woman looked younger than her, mid to late twenties, maybe. Youthful, yes, but not in a way that invited approach. Her stillness had nothing to do with shyness, nor did her silence suggest distance. It was control, absolute and unshakable, the kind that either comes from extraordinary discipline or something far older than discipline itself.
There was no smile, no nod of recognition, no attempt at casual politeness. Just eyes that saw everything and gave back nothing.
Taeyeon found herself holding her breath without realizing it.
And then, just as suddenly, the woman turned her head, gaze cutting away like the closing of a book. She resumed walking, her heels barely making a sound on the polished floor, vanishing around the corner without a word, leaving nothing behind except a strange hollowness in the space she’d just occupied.
Taeyeon blinked.
The hum of voices resumed down the corridor, but something in her chest hadn’t settled.
The meeting started late, nearly half an hour, as if the building itself needed time to exhale after whatever had just happened.
Taeyeon sat at the long walnut conference table with two A&R leads and a senior producer, the usual energy oddly dulled. Paperwork was passed around, polite apologies mumbled. Someone offered her coffee she didn’t need.
She nodded, smiled and pretended to listen. But her mind hadn’t followed her into the room, it remained in the hallway, suspended in that strange quiet after the boardroom doors had opened, replaying the image again and again. Black suit, unreadable face, that stillness like a blade laid flat on velvet.
She couldn’t focus, couldn’t bring herself to care about the single release calendar or the budget breakdown they were reviewing. The numbers blurred, the voices flattened.
Who was she?
Not just some advisor, no one looked at an ordinary strategist like that. Executives had stood straighter in her presence, like schoolboys hoping not to be called on. Even the CEO, calm, calculating Jung, hadn’t spoken a word in her direction, he’d just followed.
And then there were her eyes.
Not cold exactly, but old. A kind of depth Taeyeon couldn’t define, like staring into something that had watched kingdoms fall and hadn’t flinched once.
But she’d looked at her.
Not past her, not through her.
At her.
Like she was already part of some equation Taeyeon didn’t know existed yet.
She glanced down at her open notebook, the page still mostly blank despite twenty minutes of talking. No song ideas, no project notes, no questions. Only one thing, written in the center in small, slanted handwriting she didn’t remember making.
Miss Lee.
The name felt heavier than it looked on paper.
She closed the notebook quietly and nodded at something she hadn’t actually heard, giving the illusion of participation, but inside, she was already somewhere else.
By the end of the first week, the firestorm had dulled. Not extinguished, just controlled. Statements had been issued, platforms scrubbed, deals rebalanced. But the tension hadn’t left, it had only gone quiet, and quiet meant planning.
The meeting room on one of the top floors of SM Entertainment had turned into a war room. The large rectangular table was lined with department heads, creative directors, logistics coordinators, and now, for the first time, both Taeyeon and Y/N.
The Girls' Generation comeback had been greenlit less than forty-eight hours ago, and already the company’s corridors buzzed with nervous energy. The deal to reunite all eight members had required days of legal acrobatics, especially with Tiffany, Sunny, Sooyoung, and Seohyun now attached to different agencies. But the opportunity was too valuable to pass up.
Nostalgia had power, iconic legacy had weight.
And right now? SM needed both.
Taeyeon sat near the center, back straight, eyes alert. She wasn’t there as just an artist. Today, she was part strategist, part guardian. Girls’ Generation wasn’t just a name to her, it was history, friendship, blood and sweat pressed into a decade of stages and stadiums.
She had heard whispers that Miss Lee would be attending, but it still caught her off guard when the woman walked in without preamble, without announcement. Just the soft press of black leather shoes on tile, her assistant trailing behind with a tablet and a file so thick it looked military.
Y/N didn’t sit immediately. She moved around the table once, scanning faces and documents like she already knew the answers and was merely checking for sloppiness. Her eyes didn’t linger on Taeyeon, but they didn’t avoid her either. There was no flicker of recognition, just that cool, steady calm she carried like armor.
When Y/N finally spoke, it was with the precision of someone used to being obeyed.
"The tour needs to be global, not regional. Stadium ready, if we're staging a resurrection, we stage it in full daylight. Tokyo Dome, Singapore Indoor, O2 Arena, SoFi Stadium. We believe you can sell them out."
A murmur moved through the room, one of the coordinators started to object, citing costs, schedules, logistics.
Y/N cut through it.
"SM will handle it, logistics are irrelevant if demand is engineered correctly. Nostalgia is predictable. We create scarcity, we drive hysteria and then we manage it."
It was all delivered without passion, without even raising her voice. And yet, no one interrupted her.
Taeyeon watched carefully, trying to fit the presence in front of her with the fragments she’d picked up, the silent advisor, the unnamed strategist. She looked young, but her posture, her words, her tempo, they all spoke of something older, colder.
When the team shifted focus to creative concepting, Taeyeon finally spoke. "We don’t want to feel manufactured, we’re not a novelty act. If this is going to work, the comeback has to reflect who we are now, not just who we were."
Y/N didn’t smile, she didn’t agree. But she didn’t dismiss the comment either. She turned slightly, considering Taeyeon not as an idol but as an equation.
"Then we build around evolution, not repetition. Eight identities, one mythology, the brand isn’t the past, it’s the transformation." Her reply was soft.
It wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t cold. It was just precise.
Taeyeon nodded once, even though part of her still bristled at the idea of someone who didn’t know their story being given the power to shape it. But something about Y/N made it hard to push back fully, there was a gravity there, a sharpness she couldn’t look away from.
By the end of the meeting, schedules had been drawn, launch phases laid out, and roles assigned. Y/N remained a constant, never loud, never rushed, but always watching, always absorbing. And Taeyeon felt something she hadn’t expected to feel.
Intrigue.
Not attraction, not yet, but interest.
Like standing too close to something dangerous, and realizing, against all logic, you want to know what happens if you don’t step away.
A few days passed, but the pace didn’t slow. If anything, it accelerated.
The rumors had gone out, cryptic enough to ignite speculation, clean enough to avoid backlash. Headlines shifted, the scandal faded into page two and Girls’ Generation was trending.
Another meeting was called, this time a smaller room, tighter circle. Just the core team now, creative, marketing, production.
And her.
The private meeting room sat tucked at the far end of SM Entertainment’s executive wing, small and windowed, its walls padded in sleek, soundproofed suede. Outside, the sun had begun to sink behind the skyline, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the corridor. Inside, the lights were dimmed to a soft, amber hue, making the room feel more like a discreet negotiation chamber than a space for creative planning.
A pot of untouched tea rested in the center of the polished table, its steam long gone. The room was too quiet, too sterile, for casual conversation, and that seemed to suit one of its occupants just fine.
Taeyeon sat near the end of the table, legs crossed, posture relaxed but eyes sharp. Across from her, Y/N stood beside the screen, navigating slides with the same precision she brought to everything else. She moved like she had all the time in the world, and none of it to waste.
“Revenue projections are aggressive, but achievable with staggered rollout,” Y/N said, barely glancing at her notes. “If we time the digital drop with the Tokyo teaser campaign, engagement could double within the first forty-eight hours.”
Her voice was low and even, clipped yet elegant. Every word was measured, weighted, no flourish. Just fact.
Y/N turned toward Taeyeon with the faintest tilt of her head. “Feedback?”
Taeyeon raised a brow. “Are you asking what we think or just checking off a box that says you did?”
Y/N’s face didn’t flicker. “I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”
There, barely perceptible, but there. A pause, a subtle, almost mechanical shift in Y/N’s stillness.
“This isn’t a social call,” she replied, voice cool. “We’re not here to be friends.”
Taeyeon leaned back, arms folded. Her tone, when she spoke, was calm but pointed. “If you’re steering our comeback, you might want to understand what the music means to us, what it means to the people waiting. This isn’t just strategy, it’s personal.”
Y/N held her gaze for a long moment. Something sharpened in her eyes, but it wasn’t disapproval, it was attention. She blinked once, slow and deliberate.
“I’ve listened to the back catalog,” she said. “The sound evolved, the brand didn’t. That’s rare.”
Taeyeon blinked, caught off guard. She hadn’t expected that, not insight, not admiration.
“Most groups lose their identity trying to chase relevance,” Y/N added. “You didn’t, you carried it forward. That matters, even if it complicates things.”
Taeyeon’s lips quirked slightly, not quite a smile, but enough. “That’s the first human thing you’ve said since we walked in.”
Y/N turned off the display. She didn’t reply, but the air in the room shifted, less tense, more watchful. Not warmer, no, just aware.
“You care about the legacy,” she said finally. “So do I. Just from a different angle.”
Neither of them spoke for a while. The quiet between them was no longer stiff, but measured, like they were both listening now.
A soft knock came at the door. Y/N’s assistant stepped in just far enough to announce the next meeting, she nodded and gathered the folder in front of her.
But before she left, she passed by Taeyeon’s chair, paused just briefly enough to leave an impression, and said without turning, “Next time, bring a better argument, not a smile.”
Then she was gone.
Taeyeon sat alone, staring at the closed door. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm unthinking.
She didn’t know whether she’d just been dismissed or invited.
The hour was late enough that the building had exhaled most of its daily tension. Elevators sat idle, desks were abandoned, lights on the executive floors had gone dark, save for a few emergency strips glowing along the baseboards. But one wing still hummed softly, far from the corporate hush of the upper levels, deep in the artistic heart of SM.
It was quiet in the recording corridor, not silent. The kind of quiet that held intention, not absence. Behind a thick pane of glass, the main studio pulsed with low, steady rhythm, just the instrumental line looping over and over while Taeyeon stood at the mic, hoodie sleeves rolled halfway up her arms, one foot lightly tapping to keep time.
Y/N stood behind the observation glass. She hadn’t intended to, her visit to this wing was meant to be brief, an anonymous check, a glance at progress logs and engineer notes. But then she heard a voice, familiar but stripped bare, and instead of turning away, she stopped.
And watched.
Taeyeon’s voice wasn’t flawless in this moment. That’s not what caught her, there were moments of strain, clipped endings, a faltering breath she clearly didn’t like. But she wasn’t trying to impress anyone, she wasn’t “performing” in the glittering, polished sense of the word. She was working, crafting, breaking something open just to rebuild it cleaner, sharper and truer.
Y/N didn’t move. Her hands stayed buried in the pockets of her jacket, her posture relaxed but alert. Her eyes followed every subtle shift, how Taeyeon leaned slightly into the mic during certain lines, how her fingers gestured unconsciously as she searched for a note’s shape.
Inside the booth, Taeyeon paused.
She pulled one side of her headphones loose, exhaled sharply, and rubbed the back of her neck, and then, maybe because she felt it or maybe just on instinct, she turned her head.
Their eyes met through the glass.
It wasn’t dramatic, no gasp, no startled flinch, just a long, level look, two women seeing each other across the silent divide. Taeyeon didn’t offer a nod, or even a smirk. She held the gaze for a second that stretched too long to be casual, then she turned back to the mic and adjusted her stance like nothing had happened.
Y/N didn’t smile either, but something in her face, tight, composed, softened by a degree so small only someone watching closely would notice. She stayed another minute, maybe two. Enough to hear Taeyeon sing again, enough to realize that the choices this woman made inside a song said more than any of her polished interviews or press smiles ever could.
There was instinct here, and discipline. But also loneliness, not the kind born of isolation, but of being understood only in fragments, by fans who saw her light, by colleagues who saw her value, but rarely by someone who actually listened.
Y/N understood that feeling.
More than she cared to admit.
She left without a word, footsteps soundless, disappearing into the cool, clean silence of the hallway like a shadow receding from a flame. She didn’t comment to her assistant, she didn’t file a report.
But for the first time, she thought of Taeyeon not as a piece of strategy or a variable in crisis management, but as a presence, a force that didn’t need to raise its voice to be heard.
And something inside her, something long buried under centuries of precision and distance, stirred.
Just slightly.
The parking garage was nearly silent at this hour, emptied of its usual bustle, stripped down to cool concrete, white lights, and the distant hum of generators buried in the bones of the building. The air was colder here, still tinged with the faint scent of oil and rain brought in on tires from the outside world.
Taeyeon walked slowly, her steps echoing. She wasn’t in a rush to go home, not tonight. Something about the day had stayed with her, something unshakable.
She reached her car but didn’t get in. Just stood for a moment, fingers resting lightly on the handle, her eyes drifting toward the elevator across the lot. The hum of its machinery broke the silence, a soft mechanical groan as it descended from the executive floors above. Her eyes lingered on the closed doors, though she couldn’t have explained why.
Then it opened.
Y/N stepped out.
There was a stillness about her, not the stiff kind, but something deep and rooted. She didn’t move like someone who was observed, she moved like someone who chose when and how she would be seen. Tonight, she wore long black wool over a slate grey turtleneck, her hair loose around her shoulders, her face unreadable.
She was mid sentence with her assistant, voice low and precise, until she looked up and saw Taeyeon.
She didn’t stop, but she paused. A subtle shift in posture, a near imperceptible change in the tempo of her steps. Her gaze touched Taeyeon, just briefly, before flicking away like it didn’t matter, except it did. The assistant caught the cue instantly, falling behind and disappearing with practiced silence, as if this was how it always went.
Taeyeon stood her ground. Her hand fell away from the car door, her body angling slightly toward the woman now walking parallel to her. Not toward her, not away. Just adjacent, as though orbiting the same center without knowing who pulled who.
They didn’t speak at first.
Just footsteps echoing between them, a narrowing space filled with something too quiet to be tension and too alive to be indifference.
It was Y/N who finally stopped one car over. A modest, black luxury sedan, not flashy, not ostentatious, just clean and precise like everything else about her.
“I didn’t expect to see anyone else this late,” she said, not exactly breaking the silence, but easing it open.
“I never leave early,” Taeyeon replied, her voice softer than in the meeting rooms, stripped of performance.
Y/N’s eyes flicked to hers again, just a moment, and lingered.
“What keeps you here?” she asked.
Taeyeon hesitated, but only slightly. “Same thing that brings me in early. Music. It doesn’t exactly punch out at five.”
Y/N’s mouth lifted, just the barest curve, not a full smile, but the trace of one. It made something inside Taeyeon stop and recalibrate. For weeks now, she’d been trying to decipher this woman through glances and rumors, and now here she was, real, close, and ever so slightly cracked open.
“You care about the work,” Y/N said. Not a question, a statement.
Taeyeon gave a small, quiet laugh, her breath fogging slightly in the cold air. “That’s the nice way to put it. Obsessive would be more accurate.”
Y/N’s eyes stayed on her. “Obsession can be a strength, it builds things most people are too lazy to imagine.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Taeyeon asked, not bothering to dress the question up. “Building something?”
Another pause.
“Sometimes,” Y/N said, her voice low. “Sometimes I just keep the ruins from collapsing.”
There was something in her tone, too measured to be bitterness, too flat to be pride. It was the voice of someone who had lived through the collapse enough times to recognize the shape of it before it started.
Taeyeon tilted her head slightly, watching her. “That’s a lot to carry.”
Y/N didn’t respond. But she didn’t deflect either. Instead, for the first time, she looked at Taeyeon not as an artist or an asset, but as someone who might understand.
“You're not what I expected,” she said, after a beat.
Taeyeon blinked. “And what did you expect?”
Y/N gave a faint shrug. “More polish, less substance.”
It wasn’t a compliment, not exactly, but it landed like one.
“I surprise people all the time,” Taeyeon murmured. “They forget I’m not here just to smile and sing.”
Y/N nodded slowly, her gaze intense but not unkind. “I didn’t forget.”
And there it was again. The moment where nothing was said, but something shifted, as if some thread between them pulled tight, not enough to break, but enough to notice. The kind of awareness you don’t talk about yet, because naming it would make it real too fast.
Taeyeon stepped back toward her car. “Goodnight,” she said, tone casual, but her eyes didn’t lie.
Y/N didn’t answer right away. But just before turning away, she offered something unexpected, something simple and unguarded.
A smile.
Small, real, almost shy, except Y/N didn’t do shy. Which made it all the more arresting.
“Goodnight Taeyeon.”
And that was the second time she said her name.
It could’ve ended there, a simple goodbye, a name spoken like a promise. But some moments don’t fade, the echo.
And four days later, it echoed still, beneath the beat of a track looping in high volume, under the breathless push of choreography that wouldn’t quite click.
The floor of Studio 3 was slick with effort, scuffed soles, condensation on mirrors, and the residue of an afternoon stretching too long into early evening. The overhead lights hummed with that sterile brightness only found in rehearsal rooms, casting sharp reflections across eight bodies trying, again and again, to land in sync.
Girls’ Generation, reunited after a few years for a full comeback, weren’t rookies not by a long shot. But tonight, it didn’t feel like muscle memory was doing its job. The moves were all there, technically correct, sharp where needed, fluid in places, but the feeling? Off, like a heartbeat out of rhythm.
They were dancing as ghosts of themselves, not as the force they had once been.
Taeyeon wiped sweat from her brow with the hem of her shirt and took a step back. She could feel it, not just the ache in her legs, but the dissonance in the room, the way smiles had become thin, the way laughter had been replaced with silence. Everyone was trying to hold it together, and everyone knew it wasn’t quite working.
Hyoyeon was frowning at the monitor, arms crossed. “We’re off by just a hair,” she said, her voice sharp with frustration. “But it makes the whole thing feel stiff, mechanical.”
Yuri was kneeling by the speaker, hitting replay with short, clipped motions. “It’s the bridge. That pivot after the half count, it’s not breathing right.”
Seohyun sat on the floor tying her laces tighter than necessary, as if control over her shoes could somehow translate into control over the rhythm. Yoona was massaging her neck, brows pulled in a tight knot of exhaustion. Everyone else stretched, paced, or stared at their own reflections like they might find the answer hidden in the glass.
It wasn’t that the choreography was bad, it was ambitious, layered with intention, meant to signal that this wasn’t a nostalgia tour, but a rebirth. But the execution hadn’t caught up to the concept, not yet.
And then the door opened.
It didn’t slam or creak, it wasn’t loud, but the shift in the room was instant, like air pressure changing before a storm.
Taeyeon glanced toward the entry without meaning to.
Y/N stepped inside with the quiet of someone used to commanding attention without raising their voice, she didn’t carry anything, she wore no credentials. Just a black blazer, loosely tailored, over gray trousers and a pale silk blouse with a neckline that didn’t quite distract, but didn’t try to disappear either.
Behind her, two junior staff members entered and immediately faded into the background, a third, a choreographer’s assistant, hovered awkwardly with a tablet in hand.
Taeyeon felt the energy of the room tighten around her like invisible thread being pulled.
Y/N stood still for a moment, just watching. Her gaze didn’t dart, it glided, like she was collecting data in real time, dissecting the mood, the footwork, the beat, the microexpressions of eight women who had been icons before some of the current staff had graduated high school.
The music played again. Y/N didn’t interrupt.
When it ended, she moved closer to the screen, lifted the tablet from the assistant without a word, and scrubbed backward through the video.
“This section,” she said, voice calm, almost detached, as she pointed to a moment in the second chorus, “Is where the momentum breaks, it’s too angular for what the sound is doing. The instrumental curves upward, but you’re slicing through it, you’re forcing clarity when it needs ambiguity.”
Hyoyeon blinked. “That’s exactly what I said.”
Y/N didn’t smile, but her tone softened. “Then you were ahead of the room.”
She turned the tablet toward the group, tapped the screen once to highlight Taeyeon’s placement during the bridge.
“This pivot,” she said, tilting the device slightly, “if you shift your weight half a beat sooner and round the shoulder, the visual will echo the vocal phrasing. It won’t feel choreographed, it’ll feel inevitable.”
It was surgical, not unkind, just direct.
Taeyeon stepped closer. Not because she wanted to challenge her, but because something in her body moved before her mind decided to.
“Are you a choreographer now?” she asked, not hostile, just curious.
Y/N’s eyes flicked to hers. “No. But I understand shape, sound, and how memory forms when the two align.”
There was something in the way she said it, not defensive, not arrogant. Just matter of fact, like she wasn’t trying to prove she belonged here. She knew she did.
The choreographer nodded, quietly. So did Yuri.
Y/N handed back the tablet without ceremony and stepped away, as if she’d never planned to stay long.
But just before she turned to leave, her gaze caught Taeyeon’s again. A flicker, a pause, an unspoken pull that neither of them named.
In that one, still moment, Taeyeon felt something stretch and then tighten inside her chest. She didn't know what it was. Recognition? No, not quite. But something adjacent to it, as if a door had cracked open, not loudly, not wide, just enough for light to slip through.
Then Y/N turned and walked out, her silhouette swallowed again by the hallway.
The girls ran the routine again ten minutes later.
And this time, the bridge, Taeyeon’s bridge, didn’t just land.
It breathed.
They wrapped rehearsal an hour later, sweaty and spent, but lighter somehow. The choreography had found its rhythm, or maybe Taeyeon had. She didn’t linger that night, just a quiet goodbye, a hot shower, and silence.
The next day moved like static, meetings, fittings, noise, but the moment stayed with her, tucked under the noise like a secret.
And when the main corridors of SM Entertainment were long empty, hollow with the kind of silence that only came after too much noise. Most of the lights had dimmed to energy saving mode, casting faint reflections against the glass and steel. But deep within the recording wing, buried behind soundproof doors and layers of technical equipment, one room remained awake.
Inside, Taeyeon sat with her legs tucked up in the chair, face dimly lit by the LED panels of the mixing board. A half empty cup of tea had long gone cold on the armrest, forgotten. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was alive, tracking every beat, every chord progression, every breath in the track playing on loop. It wasn’t the group song this time. This was hers, just hers, a solo track still in development, still raw.
She had listened to it so many times that the edges had started to blur. It wasn’t that anything was wrong—not in a technical sense. But it was missing something she couldn’t name. It didn’t breathe right. It didn’t move the way her heart did when she thought about her fans, about the stage, about the kind of truth she wanted to put into every note.
It should’ve been enough, it wasn’t.
The track played again.
And again.
Still not it.
She leaned forward, elbows on the soundboard, forehead resting on the back of one hand. She wasn’t tired, not really, just tangled. The kind of creative knot that didn’t untie easily, the kind that could drown a person if they stayed in the silence too long.
The studio door opened, quietly, without flourish, but her senses caught it before her ears did.
She turned slightly, expecting a staff member, maybe a tech with another round of takes or someone telling her to go home. But it wasn’t that.
It was Y/N.
No blazer this time, no assistant at her back. Just a soft, almost soundless presence, dark blouse, slacks, hair pulled back, eyes alert but unreadable. She closed the door behind her, but didn’t say anything.
Taeyeon blinked. “Didn’t think you’d be the drop by type.”
“I’m not,” Y/N replied. Her voice was calm, lower than usual. “But I heard something looping from the hallway. Figured it wasn’t just background noise.”
Taeyeon hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s just a song, one of mine.”
Y/N nodded once, stepped closer, not invasive, not cautious either. Just measured. She glanced toward the screen, letting the track play through one full loop again before speaking.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, which surprised Taeyeon. “But it’s holding back.”
Taeyeon sat up straighter, eyes narrowing a little, not offended, just intrigued. “What do you mean?”
“The second pre-chorus,” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “You lift the vocal, build to a release. But the instrumentation doesn’t rise with you, it stays grounded. There’s a tension in the contrast, but instead of resolving it, you let it slip away. It should be one more beat of silence, just a moment, to create ache before the chorus lands.”
Taeyeon stared at her. “That’s what I’ve been feeling, but I couldn’t figure out why.”
Y/N didn’t gloat, didn’t even acknowledge the agreement. She just stepped forward and pointed at the waveform on screen.
“This space right here, let it breathe. Don’t race the feeling, let the ache land before you soothe it.”
It was an exact analysis, not just right in theory, but felt right. Taeyeon wasn’t easily impressed. But this? This was something else.
“Where did you learn to hear music like that?” she asked, genuinely curious now.
“I’ve been around long enough,” Y/N replied, her gaze drifting back to the monitor. “Longer than most.”
Something about the way she said it made Taeyeon pause.
She studied Y/N in the glow of the soft light. Her face looked young, too young for the weight in her voice. And yet there was something in her posture, in the way she listened, that felt ancient, like she didn’t just understand music, she remembered it.
“Are you always like this?” Taeyeon asked quietly.
“Like what?”
“This sharp, observing. Always on.”
Y/N’s expression shifted, barely. A soft crease at the corner of her mouth, not a smile. But maybe the idea of one.
“It’s how I stay useful.”
Taeyeon looked down at her hands, absently spinning her ring. “Music’s not useful to me. It’s survival, I’ve been doing this most of my life, but it never gets easier to explain.”
“You don’t have to,” Y/N said. “Not here.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds, not awkward, not even quiet, not with the soft thrum of the track looping again.
It was Y/N who stood first, pulling back from the soundboard. “You’ll get it, the song, you always do.”
Taeyeon turned her head, watching her move toward the door. “You sure?”
“I don’t say things unless I’m sure,” Y/N replied over her shoulder.
Then, just as she reached the threshold, she hesitated.
Glanced back.
“Try adding the cello,” she said. “One line, low register. It’ll carry the breath you’re missing.”
And then she was gone.
Taeyeon sat there for a long time after, the song still playing. Her hand moved to the mixing dial. She opened a new track layer, searched the library, found a cello sample, slow and warm and she placed it just beneath the pre-chorus.
Hit play.
And there it was.
The ache.
She didn’t leave the studio until well past midnight, but when she finally stepped into the cold air outside, something in her had settled. Not solved, not soothed, just aligned.
In the days that followed, the work moved faster. Concepts locked, edits approved, the team had found its rhythm again and so had she.
Two weeks later, the spotlight shifted.
Not to the stage, but to the past.
The gallery was quiet in the way only powerful spaces could be, designed silence, with warm lights washing the white walls in gold. Rows of framed memories stretched through the room, curated with ruthless precision. The evolution of an empire in photographs, costume pieces, vinyl pressings, candid rehearsal stills, and carefully preserved debut stage sets.
It wasn’t for the public yet. That would come tomorrow.
Tonight was different.
This night belonged to SM’s innermost circle, the artists who shaped it and the people who ran it. Staff entered through a separate entrance. No influencers, no press inside, just idols and executives and the kind of power that didn’t post selfies.
Taeyeon had walked the press line outside, smiling briefly for the cameras, dressed in understated black, her hair pinned in a soft wave. Inside, it felt like walking through time. Her own face stared back at her from the walls, grainy footage of early rehearsals, snapshots of their first dazed wins, the group crowded into vans, bright eyed and exhausted.
A cocktail was offered, but she barely sipped it.
She was studying a vintage stage outfit, one she hadn’t seen in years, when a quiet presence shifted beside her. She didn’t have to turn to know.
Y/N.
No greetings, just there, beside her, looking at the same piece of history. The silence stretched long enough to feel deliberate.
“You wore this, didn’t you,” Y/N said, not asked.
Taeyeon looked over. “Yeah. Inkigayo, summer. We could barely breathe in those.”
Y/N didn’t smile, not exactly, but something in her expression eased. “They stitched them overnight. The seamstress was going through a divorce, she added a hand-beaded detail to distract herself. Only a few people noticed.”
Taeyeon blinked. “How do you even know that?”
Y/N’s gaze remained steady on the costume. “I remember the moment.”
“But you weren’t,” Taeyeon stopped. “You weren’t working here back then.”
“I wasn’t,” Y/N agreed. “But I’ve been around.”
They wandered further, Y/N didn’t lead, but she moved with strange assurance, like the gallery was familiar, like she’d walked it before.
They paused at a black and white photo from the company’s earliest days, three men at a cluttered desk, stacks of demo tapes around them, the logo barely recognizable.
Taeyeon folded her arms. “They built all this from a basement.”
Y/N tilted her head. “It wasn’t the basement, it was the third floor. The wallpaper was peeling, and they kept losing power during playback. The first artist signed that week couldn’t hit her high notes because the A/C kept cutting out.”
Taeyeon turned to her, frowning. “You say that like you were there.”
“I read a lot,” Y/N replied easily.
“Did you read what color the wallpaper was?”
Y/N didn’t answer, but her mouth lifted at the corner.
There was something surreal about walking through decades of history with someone who hadn’t lived it but seemed to carry the shape of it inside her. Not in fragments, not in fan facts or archived interviews, but with a kind of lived in quiet that suggested memory.
It should’ve been unnerving. Instead, it pulled Taeyeon in.
They paused before a final installation. A slow rolling projection of every SM debut, playing on a loop across the gallery wall.
Lights dimmed slightly, music fading under the hush of conversation elsewhere.
“Does it ever feel strange,” Y/N said softly, “To be part of something that started before you and will likely outlast you?”
Taeyeon considered. “Sometimes, but I don’t think about that when I’m singing or dancing. It’s just the moment. The now.”
Y/N turned her head then, studied her face in profile. “That’s the part I envy.”
There it was again, that flicker, the faint crack in the armor.
Taeyeon didn’t press, just let the silence settle again between them. They stood there, the legacy of a company wrapped around them like a second skin. Not speaking, not smiling. But something, slow and unmistakable, was shifting between them.
Not just curiosity.
Recognition.
Eventually, they parted, no words, no promises. Just a glance that held a little longer than it should have.
The night went on, and the days that followed moved with that same quiet tension, like something unspoken threading itself tighter between them.
The main floors of SM Entertainment had emptied out hours ago, and what remained now was a skeleton crew of night shift staff and a few scattered lights that stayed on out of habit more than necessity.
Taeyeon’s sneakers echoed softly against the polished floor as she exited the rehearsal wing, a towel slung over her shoulder, the hum of adrenaline from practice still in her bloodstream. Her muscles were tired in that satisfying way, the way that meant she’d worked through something. Not just steps, but something that had been sitting under her skin.
As she made her way down to the underground parking garage, a breeze of cooler air greeted her. She dug for her keys without looking, her thoughts already drifting ahead to the shower waiting at home, until her gaze flicked up, half automatic, and landed on a car parked a few spots away.
Y/N’s.
The matte black luxury coupe sat in reserved space, sleek and untouched, its presence as deliberate and composed as the woman who drove it.
Taeyeon slowed.
She stood still for a moment, keys clutched in her hand, brow furrowing just slightly. It wasn’t odd for Y/N to work late, people whispered about how she never seemed to stop, but something tugged at Taeyeon now, an impulse more instinct than plan.
She turned back toward the building.
Up the elevator, past the darkened meeting rooms and locked executive offices. The lights on the CEO floor were dimmed, casting long shadows across glass walls and stone floors. Every step felt strangely loud, this place always felt too clean after hours, like it was holding its breath.
When she reached the corner office, not marked with a nameplate, Taeyeon paused. The door was ajar.
She knocked lightly on the glass and peeked in. “Working late?”
Y/N didn’t startle, she never did, but there was a flicker of genuine surprise in her eyes as she looked up. She sat behind her desk, sleeves rolled to the elbows, a few open folders spread neatly in front of her.
“Just tying up some loose ends,” she said, voice low but not unfriendly.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
Taeyeon stepped inside, letting the door ease shut behind her. “Care for a tea break?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, almost amused. “At this hour?”
“Why not? There’s that little café two blocks over. They’re still open.”
There was a beat, a pause stretched too long for something as simple as tea. Y/N’s gaze held hers, steady, assessing. She glanced briefly toward the window, where the city lights blinked cold and bright against the dark.
“It’s not a good idea,” she said, quietly. “Dispatch never sleeps.”
Taeyeon let out a breath, somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle. “Fair. I keep forgetting I can’t be a person after nine p.m.”
Y/N’s mouth twitched, just slightly, not quite a smile, but almost.
“Then let’s have tea here,” Taeyeon added. “You’ve probably got some stashed away, right? Knowing you, it’s probably aged and imported from a mountain somewhere.”
That earned the smallest huff of amusement. “Stay here. I’ll get it.”
She disappeared briefly into the adjoining side room, part pantry, part private retreat and returned with a cast iron teapot, two porcelain cups, and a tin that looked too old to have a brand label. The scent hit first, something herbal and deep, almost smoky.
“I was joking about the mountain,” Taeyeon said, grinning as Y/N poured.
“I wasn’t.”
They settled on the couch near the windows, not too close, not too far. The kind of careful distance where something could happen, or not.
Taeyeon sipped. The tea was hot, smooth, and unexpectedly grounding.
“I thought you didn’t drink caffeine late,” Y/N said.
“I don’t,” Taeyeon replied. “But I figured if I’m going to stay up thinking, I might as well enjoy it.”
Y/N tilted her head, studying her. “Are you always this direct?”
“Only when I’m tired or when I want something.”
“And what do you want?”
Taeyeon didn’t flinch. “To get to know you.”
Y/N looked down at her tea.
There was silence for a moment. Not awkward, just full.
“I’m not very good at that,” Y/N said finally, softly.
Taeyeon’s voice lowered too. “I’m not asking for everything. Just a little, let me in.”
Y/N’s hand lingered on her cup, fingers unmoving. “You really want to know the kind of person who chooses an office over sleep?”
Taeyeon gave her a look, gentle, dry, but pointed. “You think I’m normal?”
That made Y/N laugh, just under her breath.
Taeyeon leaned back, watching her, the city lights catching in her hair. “You don’t have to keep performing all the time. Not with me.”
Y/N’s gaze flicked up, sharp and unreadable. “And what makes you think I’m performing?”
Taeyeon didn’t smile. “Because you haven’t once called me ‘unnie’ even though I’m older.”
Silence again. Then, very slightly, Y/N smirked.
“I think we can stay on a name basis,” she said, voice wry.
“You have no respect for your elders,” Taeyeon teased, then took another sip of tea.
But the atmosphere had shifted, softened, like something had clicked between them, quiet and unseen, but definite.
Outside the windows, Seoul kept shining, indifferent. Inside, the tea cooled slowly, forgotten on the table.
It started as something unspoken.
After that first night, tea shared between desk and window, half truths and lingering glances, a quiet rhythm settled between them.
Taeyeon started stopping by more often. Never planned, never announced, just small, quiet visits after rehearsals, when most of the building had emptied and the only sound on the executive floor was the hum of vending machines and distant elevators.
Sometimes she brought snacks.Tangerines, a bottle of barley tea, once even a paper cup of sweet potato latte she insisted Y/N needed to try. Other times, she came empty handed, just herself and that persistent calm curiosity that always lingered in her eyes.
Y/N never told her to stop.
She didn’t speak much at first, always looking like she was mid-thought when Taeyeon arrived, a pen resting between her fingers, half turned in her chair like she’d forgotten how long she'd been working.
But she always made tea.
And after the fifth visit, she started setting out a second cup before Taeyeon even said hello.
Their conversations weren’t loud or fast, they weren’t the kind that filled silences, they let the silences stay. Instead, they talked about music, about the strain of always needing to be seen, about how Y/N preferred the quiet because noise made it harder to think.
Taeyeon listened.
And Y/N watched, cautiously at first, then with something warmer. She noticed the way Taeyeon fidgeted with the sleeve of her hoodie when she was thinking, or how her voice softened every time she mentioned Zero, like the little dog was the only creature in the world she didn’t have to perform for.
Taeyeon, in turn, noticed how Y/N sometimes lost her place mid sentence, like she was too used to keeping her thoughts inside. How she always hesitated just a second before opening up, as if every answer came with an invisible cost.
But slowly, the walls started thinning.
One evening, after a long rehearsal and a brutal meeting, Taeyeon sank into the familiar couch with a sigh and leaned her head back.
“I’m starting to think you might be the only person in this building who actually listens.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow over her teacup. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to someone with this much power.”
Taeyeon grinned. “And yet I keep coming back.”
Y/N didn't reply, but her lips curved, faint, reluctant, the kind of smile that looked like it hadn’t been used in years.
It was two nights after that when Taeyeon finally said it.
The tea had already been poured, they were sitting closer than usual, something about the chill in the room pulling them toward the couch cushions like gravity.
The conversation had meandered, from the latest recording session to why people lie when they say they don’t care what others think. And then, casually, as if she’d just thought of it.
“You should come over sometime,” Taeyeon said, swirling her tea, her voice light. “I make a decent kimchi stew.”
Y/N looked at her.
It was that unreadable expression Taeyeon was starting to learn, the one where Y/N was taking in every word, every meaning beneath it, and running them through whatever inner algorithm she used to measure risk.
“It's just dinner,” Taeyeon added, softer now, a hint of a smile ghosting across her lips. “I don’t bite.”
Silence stretched.
“Are you always like this?” Y/N asked.
“Like what?”
“Persistent.”
Taeyeon shrugged, casual. “Only when something matters.”
That made Y/N look away, she took another sip of her tea, let the warmth sit on her tongue longer than usual.
Then, without looking back at Taeyeon, she said quietly.
“Text me the date and the address.”
And just like that, the air shifted again, not dramatically, not like a door flinging open. Just a quiet hinge, turning.
A few days passed, just enough to let the idea settle, to let intent become action.
Then came the text, short, precise. Just a date and address.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, spilling warm hallway light over the polished floor outside Taeyeon’s apartment. Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping out. She wasn’t used to places like this, places that felt lived in, not curated. Real.
When Taeyeon opened the door, barefoot in a loose sweatshirt and hair pulled back messily, it struck Y/N that she looked not like an idol, but like a person. The kind of person who knew where her soy sauce was without looking and didn’t mind if her dog tracked a bit of fur across the rug.
“Come in,” Taeyeon said, stepping aside.
Y/N entered cautiously, as if unsure whether she was allowed to exhale inside. The apartment was warm in more ways than one. Soft lighting glowed from lamps instead of overhead fixtures, and the walls were scattered with framed photos, some candid, some stylized, none of them for display, a scarf hung haphazardly over the back of a chair, and there was a dent in the couch cushion from where someone actually sat.
She hadn’t even taken off her coat before Zero trotted toward her, tail wagging like a small motor.
The dog stopped a few feet away, sniffed once, then closed the distance with enthusiasm. Y/N froze. Animals rarely approached her so openly, they usually hesitated, caught in some instinctive awareness that she didn’t quite belong.
But Zero practically demanded affection, nudging his fluffy head against her knee.
“He likes you,” Taeyeon said from the kitchen, the faintest thread of surprise in her voice.
Y/N slowly crouched, brushing her fingers through the dog’s coat, his fur was warm, soft, his breathing relaxed.
“He’s friendly,” she murmured, as if still trying to process it. Her tone was gentle, almost reverent.
“Usually takes him a few meetings,” Taeyeon added, stirring something on the stove. “I guess he’s a good judge of character.”
Y/N glanced up, the corner of her mouth twitching into what might have been the beginning of a smile, but it was gone as fast as it appeared.
She stood, hands folding back into her coat pockets, eyes scanning the room again like she was reading something in it that only she could see.
Taeyeon motioned toward the couch. “You can sit, you know. I promise it won’t bite.”
Y/N gave a short nod and walked over, sitting carefully on the edge of the cushion, posture upright like she was waiting for an interview to begin.
“You’re really not used to this, are you?” Taeyeon asked, half amused.
Y/N turned her head slightly. “Used to what?”
Taeyeon’s gaze softened. “Being invited in.”
There was a pause, Y/N didn’t answer, she didn’t argue either.
The dining table was small, round, nestled by a window that looked out onto the quiet Seoul skyline. It was a view worth lingering over, dusky blues bleeding into warm yellows from the surrounding apartments, but Y/N barely glanced at it. Her attention was divided between the bowl of stew in front of her and the woman who had made it.
Taeyeon sat across from her, hair tucked behind one ear, sleeves rolled up, chopsticks in hand. She was relaxed in a way that was almost disarming, comfortable in her space, in her body, in the silence between them. Her presence filled the room with something gentle, something domestic, something Y/N didn’t know how to process.
Steam rose from the bowls, curling like invisible fingers. The scent was rich, fermented spice, slow simmered garlic, a hint of sesame oil. Y/N could tell from the balance of aroma alone that Taeyeon had done this often.
Y/N picked up her spoon, stirred, slowly. Then set it back down again. She reached for the chopsticks instead, turning over a piece of tofu with practiced politeness, as if considering it. Eventually, she brought a small bite to her mouth, chewed once, twice, then reached for her water.
The taste was fine, or should be. But she barely swallowed. Her body resisted it, not out of revulsion, but because it simply didn’t need it.
Taeyeon watched her with a sideways glance, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“You eat like someone who’s suspicious of kindness,” she said lightly.
Y/N paused, then set her chopsticks down, folding her hands in her lap.
“I’m not used to being cooked for,” she said, voice even. Not cold, just true.
Taeyeon smiled, leaning back a little in her chair.
“Have you ever even watched Netflix on a couch that didn’t cost more than a car?”
Y/N blinked at the sudden turn, startled for a second, then let out a quiet, almost reluctant chuckle. The sound was real, warm, but tentative. Like a note played too softly on purpose.
“Not recently,” she murmured.
Taeyeon’s grin widened slightly. “You say that like you used to.”
Y/N tilted her head. “Maybe I did.”
Silence again. Not awkward, just thick with something unspoken. Y/N glanced down at her untouched stew and nudged the bowl a fraction to the side, a habitual gesture of someone creating space without appearing to.
Taeyeon didn’t comment, but she noticed. Her expression shifted slightly, less teasing, more curious.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she said, voice low.
“You didn’t,” Y/N replied immediately, too quickly. “I just… this isn’t my usual setting.”
“What is your usual setting?”
Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it. A heartbeat passed, then another.
She looked up, eyes sharper now, more guarded.
“Structured, predictable.”
Taeyeon’s smile faded into something smaller, more sincere.
“Well,” she said softly, “this is neither of those.”
“No,” Y/N agreed. Her gaze held Taeyeon’s for a moment longer than necessary. “It’s not.”
And yet she didn’t leave.
Dinner ended quietly, neither of them mentioned the mostly untouched stew, and Taeyeon didn’t ask questions Y/N wasn’t ready to answer. Instead, she stood, collected their bowls, and returned with two mugs of tea, jasmine for Y/N, ginseng for herself.
“No sugar, right?” she asked as she passed the warm ceramic into Y/N’s hands.
Y/N nodded. “Right.”
They drifted into the living room, the couch was wide and welcoming, a soft neutral tone with mismatched throw pillows that didn’t try too hard to match the aesthetic, comfort over perfection. Y/N hesitated for a breath, then sat on the far side, her mug balanced delicately in her hands like a prop she wasn’t quite sure how to use.
Zero padded in moments later and, to Taeyeon’s clear surprise, leapt up beside Y/N without hesitation. The little dog gave a single snuffle, circled once, and settled in the space between them with his head resting neatly on Y/N’s lap.
She froze.
Taeyeon grinned, sinking into her side of the couch. “He usually needs a few dates before that level of commitment.”
Y/N glanced down at Zero. Slowly, almost shyly, she rested one hand on his soft fur. Her fingers curled gently. He didn’t stir, just gave a small huff and burrowed closer.
“I guess he’s not as guarded,” she said, lips twitching with something that might’ve been a smile.
Taeyeon watched her for a long beat. Something had shifted, subtly, but unmistakably. The stiff line of Y/N’s shoulders had lowered, her jaw wasn’t clenched. Even the way she held the mug had changed, no longer with calculated grace, but simply for warmth.
Taeyeon turned on the TV, not bothering to ask what Y/N wanted to watch. It didn’t matter, she picked something light, something that wouldn’t demand too much of them.
But within minutes, neither of them was following the plot.
The movie flickered on, all color and noise, but the silence between them was louder, fuller. Their mugs sat cooling on the coffee table. Zero had completely claimed Y/N’s lap now, his body rising and falling with slow, contented breaths. Y/N remained mostly still, one hand resting absentmindedly on the dog’s back, her eyes trained on the screen, but unfocused.
Taeyeon shifted slightly. Her thigh brushed against Y/N’s.
Then, without meaning to, their hands met.
It wasn’t deliberate. Just a slight shift, a readjustment of posture, a stretch of fingers that met resistance and warmth.
Y/N’s reaction was instant.
She flinched, sharp and involuntary, like the touch had burned her. Her hand recoiled just slightly, not far, not rude, but enough for the space between them to feel colder.
Taeyeon didn’t look at her, didn’t apologize. She just stayed still, her expression neutral but her eyes distant, blinking at the screen like she’d suddenly remembered she was supposed to be watching it.
And then, minutes later, so soft it almost didn’t register, Taeyeon leaned sideways, head tilting gently until it rested against Y/N’s shoulder.
It wasn’t a calculated move, not a tease, it was exhaustion and trust wrapped in one simple gesture. The weight of her head was warm, familiar, heavier than it should’ve been.
Y/N froze again.
Her breath caught somewhere high in her throat. Her body was still as stone, but inside? Chaos. She didn’t know how to process softness, didn’t know how to carry someone else’s trust without breaking it.
Taeyeon breathed out, slow and even, clearly slipping toward sleep.
Y/N closed her eyes.
For a moment, just a moment, she allowed it.
The room was quiet except for the hum of the television and Zero’s tiny snores. And in that stillness, Y/N let herself feel it. Closeness, warmth, longing, the ache of possibility.
But the moment didn’t last.
Taeyeon shifted slightly against her, murmured something half formed, and stirred. Her head lifted groggily from Y/N’s shoulder.
And that was all it took.
Y/N stood suddenly, careful not to wake the dog.
“I should go,” she said quickly, reaching for her coat before Taeyeon could fully register what was happening.
Taeyeon blinked, disoriented, watching her move as if a thread had been cut. She looked up, confusion flickering in her eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
Y/N shook her head, avoiding eye contact. "No, it's not you. I just need to go."
And then she was gone.
Taeyeon sat in the silence she left behind, one hand reaching to where warmth still lingered beside her.
The door had closed, but the echo of her absence didn’t fade easily. Taeyeon didn’t text or call, she waited.
Days passed. Not many, but enough for the air between them to shift.
Now, the city had moved on. And so had the work, but some silences didn’t feel like endings, just pauses, waiting to be broken.
Evening had settled over Seoul, and with it came a hush that blanketed the upper floors of the SM building in quiet. Most of the lights were off now, casting long shadows through the glass walls and polished floors. But one office, one particular corner suite, still glowed warmly from within.
Y/N’s office had become a strange kind of haven, not by design, not officially but over time, it simply became.
There was no formality left when Taeyeon walked in. No knocking, no preamble, just a soft greeting and the sound of the door clicking shut behind her. On the low marble table sat two teacups, always matching, always prepared in quiet anticipation.
Taeyeon sat cross legged on the velvet loveseat beneath the tall windows, a knit sweater draped around her shoulders, her fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic mug. She took a sip, exhaled.
“It’s like your tea always tastes the same,” she mused.
Y/N, seated on the armchair across from her, arched her brow. “That’s not a complaint, is it?”
Taeyeon smiled. “No. It’s comforting.”
A beat passed. No rush, no need to fill the quiet.
Then Taeyeon pulled out her phone and tilted it toward Y/N. A piano interface filled the screen.
“I downloaded this stupid app,” she said, chuckling under her breath. “I miss real pianos. You know? Not the rehearsal room kind, the ones in studios that are so perfect they feel dead. I want the ones that creak a little when you press the keys too hard, the ones that fight back.”
Y/N watched her for a moment, then gently placed her teacup down on its saucer with a soft clink.
“I have one.”
Taeyeon blinked. “You have a piano?”
“A Bösendorfer. 1884, if I remember right. Restored just enough to keep it alive, still has its character, still breathes like it remembers who’s played it.”
There was something in the way she said it, soft, almost reverent. Like the piano wasn’t an instrument but an old friend. Her voice dipped slightly, the warmth of the tea and the music casting a hush over her tone.
Taeyeon gave a quiet laugh, tilting her head. “Of course yours would remember its past lives.”
Y/N allowed a small, knowing smile to cross her face. “Memory isn’t just for people.”
Something flickered behind her eyes, too quick to catch. Taeyeon didn’t push, she just held the moment with a gentle curiosity, the weight between them shifting.
Then, like she wasn’t offering anything unusual, Y/N added, “If you’d like, you can come play it one day.”
Taeyeon’s eyes met hers.
There it was again, that quiet hum underneath their conversations, a thread they kept brushing against without naming. This wasn’t just tea anymore, these weren’t just words.
The invitation wasn’t grand, it wasn’t even deliberate.
But it was a door opening.
Taeyeon leaned back, thumb brushing idly around the rim of her cup.
“I’d like that,” she said, softly. “I’d really like that.”
The silence that followed was still not awkward, not expectant but charged. And neither of them did anything to break it.
You’ll also have to be patient because she takes forever to get ready
But when she comes out looking drop dead gorgeous, you can’t help but bow down at her feet and praise the goddess before you (as you should)
She gets you into skincare because she knows so much about it and is happy to pass her knowledge onto you :)
She’s a very jealous person, so you definitely don’t want to flirt with anyone else while you’re with her
But she’s also fiercely loyal, she won’t let anyone disrespect you or talk bad about you in front of her! She gets super scary when she’s mad and she’ll always have your back <3
Preparing her coffee for her before she wakes up since she’s not a morning person at all
However on her days off when she has time to sleep in, she does enjoy making breakfast for you, usually her favorite french toast :)
Covering her eyes when you’re out shopping and see something with fish eyes 😭
You’ll also have to kill all the bugs in the house since she’s so scared of them 💀
You never have to worry about losing her in a crowd because she’s so loud, you’ll always be able to find her
She goes full T-Manager on you when you need help with something. Whether it’s finances, time management, or routine maintenance, she’s happy to lend her organization skills!
She’s the BEST at giving advice, she’s literally the first person you go to when you have a problem
She takes amazing photos of you, you never have to worry about looking bad. She knows all your angles and somehow understands exactly the kind of pictures you want
Spending the whole day watching youtube and rewatching Game of Thrones with her on her days off
Her buying you clothes all the time since she has such great taste, and letting you borrow her clothes whenever you want since she’s such a fashionista 💞
Whenever you’re around babies or small children, you always have to be the one to talk to them since she’s so uncomfortable with kids 😭
Your heart pretty much explodes every time she does her signature eye smile
Listening to her talk can be a little confusing since she’s always switching back and forth between Korean and English, but you somehow always know what she means :)
She always likes to have you with her when she travels. She’ll even pay for your plane tickets just so you don’t have to worry about money. But whenever she’s visiting her family in America or going back to Korea for a project, she wants you to come along because she just can’t stand to be away from you 🥹
She’ll also return the favor by coming with you whenever you have to travel somewhere (as long as you want her to ofc, she would never force you to bring her along. but you usually want her to since you’re both so clingy LOL)
Speaking of traveling, you guys travel a LOT because her brother lives in the Philippines, her sister lives in Paris, and her father lives in America, and she works between America and Korea… you guys become professional flyers after a while
Walking Prince, Princess, Saeromie, and Minnie with her every day 🐶 You consider the four of them your own children
She can be a little high maintenance… she likes to be treated like a princess and spoiled 👑 But you’re good at “maintaining” her! You love to treat her the way that makes her happy :)
She’s very sensitive, especially when she feels neglected or defeated (she’s a Leo after all LOL) so sometimes you just need to hold her and let her cry… she’s a strong independent woman all day long but when she comes home she wants to be babied by you 🥰
I feel like her love language is definitely gift giving and words of affirmation. She’s always surprising you with little gifts she thinks you’d like, whether it’s a purse, necklace, cupcakes, or coffee! But she’s also constantly affirming you and reassuring you that she loves you 💞
Transversely, she loves it when you give her gifts too! You pretty much impulsively buy her anything pink and pretty that you see already, and whenever she tells you how much she loves you, you always reply by reaffirming your own love <3
She was so excited to introduce you to the SNSD members, she planned a whole little party with them in Korea where you were the guest of honor. They all loved you and you quickly became best friends, especially with Taeyeon since she’s literally Fany’s best friend :)
You’re her biggest fan… you come to all her shoots and concerts, stream all her music, and watch all her acting roles
The most tender moment of your relationship was when she told you that she wished you could have met her mom, and that she would’ve loved you… for once, you both ended up crying instead of just Tiffany 🥹
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She’s a pillow princess for sure
I mean sometimes she might get a little dominant during foreplay, but for actual sex, she usually ends up being on the bottom
Like I said before, she works hard all day so that she can come home and be treated like a princess by you 👑
LOVES to be praised… if you open her legs and go “oh, she’s pretty,” she will MELT
Tell her how sexy she is, how hot she sounds, how well she’s taking you, call her a good girl…
She loves to call you mommy or daddy depending on your preference
Likes to be spanked and choked and manhandled when she’s been bratty, she’s a big fan of rough sex (which happens more often than you’d think… she lives for teasing you during the day, sending you scandalous pictures and videos while you’re busy)
But she also likes being obedient sometimes, it just depends on her mood. She likes it when you make love to her slowly and passionately, calling her mommy/daddy’s good little girl 💞
Likes to be talked through it…
While she obviously loves being eaten out, she LOVES giving oral back to you. She’s super responsive and intuitive with it
she likes to make eye contact with you while she goes down on you…
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Synopsis: Y/N was close friends with SNSD, particularly with Jessica and Taeyeon. It was rather an open secret in the group that Jessica liked Y/N due to a misunderstanding where Jessica overheard Y/N talking, she got the impression that you weren’t interested in her. Worse still, the incident happened and you ended up losing touch with Jessica soon after. However, in that period you grew closer, much closer with Taeyeon, even moving in together last year. Fate though seems to have a different plan or perhaps it just decides to open up closed roads for you….
And as you walk around with Taeyeon, someone on the bench catches your eye, for some reason you feel drawn towards her, you stagger and take a moment to focus on the mystery person.
“Y/n? You okay what are you….”, Taeyeon falters in her question as her eyes land on same person as you. “Oh.”, her voice sounding slightly colder as she instantly recognizes her.
You make your way towards the woman, hesitantly tapping her on the shoulder, “Excuse me”….
She turns around and you get a good look at her and you are almost positive that this is indeed her, a friend you hadn’t seen in almost 5 years. But she just looks at you blankly, confused, “yes…?”
“Sorry, I just thought you were….”, Now you feel a bit stupid, was this not her, you could have sworn that….then you notice her smiling and you feel your eyes roll, a mixture of emotions flooding through.
“You fell for it Y/N”, Jessica teased gleefully. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you?”, she asked as she suddenly pulled you into for a hug.
You sigh and hug her back, unable to stop smiling as well. It felt good, it had been so long since you met her but it still felt like not a minute had passed since the two of you were sneaking about in the SM building. She pulls back from the hug slightly to look at you and for some reason that makes you a bit tense, you feel your heart beat faster.
“Ahem”, Taeyeon interrupts, her arms folded and she’s tapping her feet impatiently.
Jessica tightens her hold on you for a second before she reluctantly lets go of you. “Taeyeon.”, she notes, the friendly and happy voice she used to greet you is gone.
“Jessica….”, Taeyeon replies.
The two women glared at each other for a few moments before forcing themselves to hug each other briefly. The tension between them is rapidly growing to the point you could almost physically feel it.
“What brings you here Sica”, you ask, using her nickname hoping things will calm down a bit, you had no idea why it was tense between them so much.
“Oh…I’m just here for work you know…like yeah…you know how it is right….”, she says distractedly, “but maybe I now have more reasons”, she smiles warmly at you.
You wonder what that could mean. “Right”, you smile back. “Well, if you aren’t busy you should come back with me to my-”
“You mean to OUR place”, Taeyeon interrupts and adds very clearly. “Yes sure why not. What could be the issue with that.”
The three of you are sitting at the dining table, you are at the head seat while Sica and Taeyeon are sitting facing each other.
“Nice place you have here Y/N”, Sica says smiling.
“It’s mine too. We live together, have been for a while now.”, Taeyeon interjects somewhat smugly.
“I didn’t ask.”, Sica replies with a forced smile but the sting in her voice makes it clear that Taeyeon is winning this round.
You try to change the topic sensing the hostility and it works…for a while atleast. A couple hours pass by, topics of the old days, catching up to the current times all happen and then Taeyeon looks to the clock. “Well, WE don’t want to hold you up any longer than you want to be, don’t worry if you need to leave, it’s not a big deal. I’m sure your manager will want you back at the hotel.”
“Actually….”, Jessica begins awkwardly, “I don’t have a manager anymore….I just came on my own to do some work, maybe explore a bit but the usual place I stay at is fully booked right now. Even though they can make exceptions for me, this time it’s a bit too late for that”.
Taeyeon’s alarm bells begin to ring as she sense which direction this conversation is headed and she kicks your leg under the table, warning you not to do it. However, you instead take that as a cue to do the opposite.
“I’m sorry to hear that Sica”, you begin sympathetically as Taeyeon nods trying not to smile. “But if you’d like, you can stay here for a few days”, you offer and Taeyeon immediately stops nodding, staring dagger at you trying to send the message but you didn’t notice.
“Oh really? You don’t mind?”, Sica turns to ask Taeyeon with a triumphant smile.
“Well, actually”, Taeyeon racks her brains trying to think of an excuse, “there’s only one bed at the moment because the other room is being painted. So I guess….”.
“Someone can sleep on the couch maybe?”, you suggest.
“Well, in that case, Jessica you can just sleep on the couch”, Taeyeon says dismissively.
“Where is Y/N sleeping then? Didn’t you say they slept here”, Jessica asks quickly.
“Well…since there’s no other way, they can sleep with me-I mean, on my bed this one time I guess”, Taeyeon answers like she doesn’t want this but has no other option.
“No.”, Jessica replied in a cold tone all of a sudden.
“Excuse me?”, Taeyeon wasn’t sure she heard Jessica right, no way Jessica could show that attitude and tone to her right?
“You heard me”, Jessica said just as coldly.
Both women staring at each other in a hostile manner.
“Well, the two of us have shared beds before, we can do that again. Y/N can take the couch.”, Jessica replies but sounds unconvincing.
“Huh but this is my-”, you start but Taeyeon shuts you up.
“Fine….I guess that works.”, Taeyeon reluctantly accepts Jessica’s suggestion.
Later that night you were twisting and turning on the couch, missing your bed. You sigh and take a deep breath. You were staring at the ceiling slowly falling asleep when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N? You awake?”, Jessica quietly whispers.
“Hmm?” You sleepily reply. “Jes…Sica? You aren’t sleeping?”
“I did for a bit….but now I can’t…” she says quietly.
You sit up and yawn, making space for her and she sits next to you, getting into the blanket, leaning in close to you. It feels a bit weird. Like you were back in the past. You recall the movie nights and marathons you both did together. The two of you sit in silence, quietly enjoying the warmth and presence of the other.
“….you wanna watch a movie like old times?”, you ask breaking the silence.
Jessica smiles brightly, leaning into you a bit, fidgeting with her necklace,“I was hoping you would ask that.”
You smile back and soon enough you both had put on something. About an hour later, you both were just giggling and teasing each other, paying almost no attention to the movie. You try to playfully shove her to the side but Sica holds on to you and you end up falling on top of her. You both just stare at each other for a second before breaking into giggles again.
“Ahnnn…you are so mean”, Jessica pouts playfully, fidgeting with the necklace again.
You smirk and roll your eyes. “Wait….that necklace….is that…”, you observe in disbelief.
Jessica becomes quiet all of a sudden, you can just about notice her cheeks flush in the dim light and she smiles shyly, “Yeah, it is.”
You have a flashback from when you gave it to her 6 years ago on her birthday. It was a last minute gift that you got for her. It wasn’t anything fancy or anything. You didn’t even think she’d ever wear it to be honest.
“Uhm…Y/N?”, Jessica brings you back to reality and you realize you leaned in close to her. You cough and awkwardly pull away, feeling your cheeks redden.
She gets up and lays on one end of the couch while you are still on the ground, mentally punching yourself for making things awkward.
“Hey, sorry about that I didn’t realize I was….”, you stop as you realize Jessica has already fallen asleep.
You sigh and put the blanket on her carefully and go to the bedroom, finding Taeyeon sleeping.
“She looks so cute when she sleeps”, you think as you lay next to her and lose yourself to random thoughts before drifting off to sleep too.
You wince as sunlight hits your eyes, blinking unhappily before trying to turn away only to realize that you can’t turn…..because Taeyeon had her arm wrapped around you and buried her head in your back, sleeping peacefully while holding on to you. You take a deep breath and think what you can do to get up without waking her up. You think for a couple moments and try to shift a bit but she immediately stirs so you stop. You sigh and stay still. Minutes pass by and you decide you will try to get up anyway but at the last second you stop as you didn’t wanna wake her up at all. Somehow you manage to turn over, facing her. She was breathing quietly, you could feel her breath on your neck. Suddenly you had a very strong urge to kiss her forehead. It wasn’t your fault. Mostly. Taeyeon just looked really precious right now. As you deliberated with yourself, you make your choice and decide to go ahead with it. You gently kiss her forehead……then Taeyeon snuggles closer.
“Mmmm….you are so warm”, she said in her sleep.
You now feel your heart racing. Was this right, should you do this? You want to but….
The door suddenly flung open. “Y/N where did you go I had fallen asleep after we……what are you both doing?????”
Taeyeon kissed her teeth, “Jessica let me sleep…it’s too early right now….”
“Like hell I will. What are you both doing.”, Jessica demanded once again.
Taeyeon finally wakes up and looks to the door, “what do you mean, I’m….wait if you are there then….”, she turns to look at you and a look of surprise flashes through her face and it begins to redden. She pushes you away, “Y/N??? What are you doing!”
“That’s what I’ve been asking!”, Jessica agrees with her for once.
“No, girls, listen, it’s just a misunderstanding.”, you begin sheepishly.
“Explain yourself. NOW.” They said at the same time.
“Well, after we watched the movie and…ahem, you ended up falling asleep on the couch, I just-”, you began but were interrupted almost immediately.
“Wait wait wait. What do you mean watched the movie. With who…”, Taeyeons eyes drift to Jessica a flash of jealousy appears.
“ANYway”, you continue, hoping to calm things now, “Sica fell asleep on the couch so I just came to sleep here.”
Taeyeon blinks and then blushes hard, “wait does that mean that the person….”, she put her hand up to her temple, the spot you impulsively kissed.
You feel your face redden and you look away, avoiding eye contact. There’s silence now and you can feel Jessica glaring at you.
Breakfast was awkward and silent. Coincidentally all three of you finished at the same time. You were hoping that things will resolve by themselves but apparently that was too much to hope for.
“Y/N do you wanna help me paint the other room”, Taeyeon suddenly asked
“Y/N do you want to help me with some shopping”, Jessica asked at the same time.
Both girls began to stare daggers at each other but then also at you. You could feel the tension build up and you were feeling pressured now. What on earth is happening in this household.
