The room still carried the heat from last night—thick, lingering, clinging to my skin even as the morning air tried to settle in.

My body hadn’t fully recovered yet.

Not that she seemed to care.

A soft, deliberate movement pulled a sharp breath from my chest, my hand instinctively gripping the sheets. I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself, but the way she moved made that nearly impossible.

Of course it was her.

It was always like this with Sana.

“I am never going to be used to this no matter how many times it happens.” I think to myself as I am awakened by a warm and wet feeling in-between my legs.

Opening one eye, the other blinded by a ray of morning light seeping through the curtains. There she was, Sana.

Exactly where I knew she’d be, her head in place of where my cock should normally be.

Making a loud *pop* as she mutters a barely audible “Good Morning” wiping away the spit that connects her plump lips to my dick.

“Good Morning” I say in astonishment, remembering the night before we shared before.

“Oppa…” she murmured, her voice light, almost teasing even this early in the morning. “You don’t seem too excited.” she said cutely while puffing her face and pouting.

“I’m still booting up my brain.” my voice still hoarse.

I let out a breath that was closer to a laugh than anything else, my head tilting back slightly. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you…”

She hummed softly, the sound alone enough to make my grip tighten.

“I could say the same about you,” she replied, glancing up briefly with that familiar glint in her eyes.

“You really did a number on me last night, yet despite that you should already see how ‘excited’ I am to wake up to my beautiful girlfriend”.

She slowly rises to my face. “Yet here I am wanting more.” A hunger inside her awakens faster than I ever could

Followed by “And that titles goes to Jihyo the moment I step out that door”.

“You made a new record for everyone else. We made love 5 times before falling asleep and I am sure everyone heard that.” I laughed in defeat.

“You’re right. Let’s go eat breakfast” going back to her iconic playful pouting face.

Now for unknown reasons to why, this flipped a switch in me making me grab her hand before she could leave. “But technically you haven’t left the door.”

I pull her back flipping the tables, now it’s me on top and her on the bottom.

“Consider this as thanks for the amazing wake up call.” I whisper in her ear as my erect penis kisses the folds of her already wet pussy.

Before she could even process that she got what she wanted from me, she felt me going inside, both her body and mine still sensitive from the night before.

Loud gasping filled the room, her eyes trying their best to stay awake from the increased sensitivity.

“John… yes, even harder!” she yells feeling new levels of pleasure she hasn’t felt the night before. “I am almost there.”

My own moans escaping my mouth

Reaching my limit I give her a kiss and a nibble, whispering in her ear “Sana I can’t hold anymore, where do you want me to—"

“Inside! Mark me! Make me remember I belong to you and you alone!” she screams not even letting me finish what I said.

The moment I felt her orgasm squeezing me, as if refusing to let go as I fill her up one last time, losing control as her moans filled the room.

Before I could even finish my orgasm, let alone collect my thoughts—

A sound.

Faint.

But enough.

Footsteps.

…Too many.

My eyes snapped toward the door, my body tensing instantly. Sana paused for half a second—just enough to acknowledge it—

Then smirked. Like she didn’t mind being caught at all.

Locking me in with her legs, refusing to let me go.

“Wait—” I started, but it was already too late.

The door swung open.

***BANG***

A loud noise reached the through the door

A very loud voice angrily saying “YAHHHH SANA-SSI. YOU’RE BEING TOO GREEDY, THERE WON’T BE ANYTHING LEFT FOR ME TONIGHT!”

There she was the supposedly girlfriend of the day, Park Jihyo. Barging in my room, no regard to seeing Sana’s legs locked to my back refusing to let go.

I wasn’t even sure which was worse—the timing, or the fact that she didn’t looked surprised.

“Oh, Good Morning Jihyo.” we both managed to say in unison as if it was normal for the both of us to be talking to the leader while looking like rabbits in heat.

“I can’t believe you, we barely slept from your noise last night and here you are trying to get more?” Jihyo pouting her face this time while her arms are crossed.

Jihyo didn’t say anything at first.

She just looked. Once. Slowly.

Taking everything in.

Then a sigh followed by “…Are we done?”

Feeling my legs give out from the sensation of her pulling out from me, I drop to the bed while Sana easily walks up the sheets covering her body as if she was trying to hide from Jihyo.

“Damn, an idol’s stamina is not to be messed with” I say to myself.

“He trains a lot with us, and mostly with you. He has plenty left in the tank.” Sana proclaims with smirks a little bit too close to Jihyo’s face, close enough for her to reach for a kiss if she wanted.

Noticing the other members at the door a little too late, Sana’s bravado went down as fast as we could both finish, her subtle shriek took away the bold front she portrayed now clinging to the sheets to cover her body for dear life.

The other members seeing us in all of our glory, having their own comments making sure everyone heard them while trying to be subtle about it.

“Wow Sana is really owning the After Sex Glow today.” Nayeon says.

“So, this is why you were focused on endurance training over heavy lifting.” Mina murmured.

“Trying to sneak one more round while making the Manager go through 5 last night?” Dahyun grinned “Sana is definitely trying to compete with me at this point.”

“I actually slept through all of that yesterd—did you just say 5 rounds?” Momo blinked. “I only lasted three…”

“Very subtle, guys. Love it.” I said trying to get up awakened by my own loud laughter.

“That’s enough banter, everyone. And a very good morning to you too John.” Jihyo accepting defeat placing her fingers on her temples rubbing them together.

“Everyone, in the dining room. There was an announcement from the team last night we can eat while discussing” she says in her leader tone, prompting me to immediately switch to manager mode.

Everyone finally sat to the smell of breakfast and coffee but already energized and awake from the bedroom theatrics the saw earlier.

Jihyo this time particularly sitting close to me, trying to feed me my breakfast which is odd for her.

“Probably trying to get back at Sana” as I accept the food giving her a peck in the cheek in-front of everyone else.

Not even trying to hide the blushing she continued off to business.

The room settled into something more familiar—less chaotic, more focused.

“I have something to bring up,” she said, her voice calm, but measured.

Everyone turned to her.

“PD-nim wants to move the recording date for HOUTE COUTURE, MiSaMo is to fly to Japan after at 1pm Thursday. Meaning today”

This was followed by a very loud “EEEHHHH” in perfect unison, everyone displaying their vocal harmony as a girl group.

Jihyo nodded slightly, like she had already expected it. “I figured as much.”

“Now don’t worry, JYP apologized for the sudden expedite by saying he will use his private jet to fly MiSaMo out to Japan and back, so you three pack up.”

“Also, we’re all told to send them off to the airport too for publicity, aside that the schedules for today have been moved to another time for the rest of us.” The Leader added “that means I have you all to myself today, big boy.”

I felt that maliciously happy grin Jihyo has pointing towards me.

Mina raised her hand treating this like an actual formal meeting.

Before she could even say what was on her mind, Jihyo already predicted and planned what she was going to say.

“Yes Mina, this will overlap with your turn on Friday. But since it’s a private Jet, we can have you back in Korea by Saturday.”

No one complained.

No one questioned it.

That was how this worked.

Still—

Mina didn’t continue immediately.

Her gaze shifted—briefly—to me, then back to the group.

As if she was measuring something.

“We already talked it over everyone else and have agreed to pass on over your time with Dahyun. Meaning you will have John to yourself for the entire Saturday.” she smiled at her.

“Well minus Sana, with how PREOCCUPIED she was earlier.” Jihyo’s stares look like they could throw daggers. “But I don’t think she has any objections.”

Sana all giddy “None right here.” as she stands up to give both me and Jihyo a peck in the cheek.

Mina let out a sigh. “I understand, thank you”

Looking at Mina’s accepting eyes, I swallowed my food at took control after Jihyo.

“Now anyone else have something to comment before we help our beloved MiSaMo pack up?”

“Sana probably needs help and someone make sure Momo doesn’t forget anything important.”

I looked concerningly “Remember when Momo forgot her passport and we had to rush back? It was a miracle we didn’t get stopped over for speeding on the way back”

“It’s fine, Jeongyeon has me covered” Momo boastfully says.

“You didn’t even have to ask me. John already takes care of us more than we need so I am more than happy to help put his mind at ease.” a very proud Yoo Jeongyeon says looking at me acting like a housewife and a mom instead of an idol that I was paid to manage.

Before we could all stand up to leave, Chaeyoung yells “Hey wait! I have something to add.”

Then--

Not even letting the rest of the members and me process, Chaeyoung says let’s out a grin.

“I have a proposition!”

She leaned forward slightly, already engaged, like she had been waiting for this exact opening.

Jihyo narrowed her eyes just a bit. “What are you thinking?”

Chaeyoung didn’t answer immediately.

She leaned back instead, arms resting casually, but her expression sharper now—decided.

“…Then I’ll use mine too.”

“…Your card?” Jihyo raised an eyebrow.

“I want to cash out on my Blue Moon Card from the Fan Meet with Mina unnie.”

“Let’s combine them together unnie.” Chaeyoung held both of Mina’s hands with unwavering determination.

“…You’re serious?” Nayeon asked, eyes widening.

“Alright, what are you proposing?” Jihyo asks

Chaeyoung’s smirk growing even larger “I want Mina and me to share John on Saturday and Sunday.”

“We’ll bring John back before Tzuyu’s turn on Monday morning as not to impede that much on the schedule. Is that alright with you Mina unnie?”

“Mina-ya?” Jihyo looked at Mina, curious herself.

Mina didn’t answer right away.

Her eyes shifted again—briefly—to me.

For a moment, I saw something sparkle.

Then she turned towards Chaeyoung.

“I don’t mind.” Mina said, giving of a tiny smile you could barely notice.

I mean she gets to spend two undisturbed days with me and her beloved Chaeyoung.

Sounds like a damn good deal if I were in Mina’s shoes.

“You guys heard her? Is that fine with everyone else?”

“No complaints from me” Nayeon grinned.

“That’s a total bargain for Mina unnie.” Dahyun agrees in envy

“I mean John’s going to be DRAINED after this, but I don’t mind if I get my time in.” Tzuyu leaned her head towards my shoulder agreeing nonchalantly.

“I’ve had more than my fill of John, so I shouldn’t be selfish.” Sana agrees with satisfaction.

“Hey, you still owe me for that Sana-ssi, but I also agree” Jihyo says while hugging my arm

Jeongyeon and Momo agreeing without a reason to contest.

“Then it’s settled!” Jihyo announces in her leader voice that I like to hear.

“Mina and Chaeyoung will have John all to themselves on Saturday and Sunday.”

You can see Mina’s eyes widen with excitement and Chaeyoung smiling ear to ear.

Two days.

Something else entirely.

And for the first time… I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Before we could all let our imagination run wild, Jihyo made a thunderous clap.

“Now go pack, the sooner we drop them off to the airport the sooner we all get the day off.”

Jihyo pulled me towards Mina’s room to help her with packing.

“Then the sooner I get one of your world famous massages.”

“Ja-Gi-Ya” she sneaks a kiss to me before taking Jeongyeon and Momo to their room to help them pack as well.

The noise from the hallway faded quicker than I expected.

And just like that… it was quiet.

Too quiet.

I turned back—and there she was.

Mina stood by the doorway for a second longer than necessary, like she was deciding something… before finally stepping in and closing the door behind her.

Click.

That sound alone made something in my chest tighten.

Not just anyone, but Mina’s.

It wasn’t just a room—it felt… personal.

A side of her no one really got to see.

Looking back this is the first time I have entered Mina’s room, no, this is the first time I have entered a room of any of the TWICE members at all.

“It’s a bit messy,” she said softly, glancing around.

I followed her gaze.

There was barely anything out of place.

“If this is messy, then my room is a disaster,” I let out a small laugh, trying to ease whatever tension was hanging in the air.

She smiled.

Small, subtle, but real.

“Legos and your Switch? This room has your personality and everything I see” as I nervously try to kill the tension in the air.

My eyes wandered—taking everything in—until something in the corner caught my attention.

“…Is that a custom build?”

I stepped closer without thinking.

Liquid cooling. Clean cable management. Dual GPU setup.

“…You built this?”

Mina’s expression shifted instantly.

There it was again—that spark.

“You noticed,” she said, stepping beside me. “Most people don’t.”

“Well…” I scratched the back of my head, a little embarrassed now.

“I used to play a lot before all of this.”

A pause.

“…before I got assigned here. Back when I used to manage NewJeans.”

She looked at me differently after that.

Not just curious, but interested.

“Then you’ll have to play with me sometime,” she said, almost too quickly—like the thought slipped out before she could stop it.

I blinked.

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

“Promise?” she held out her hand, a pinky.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I hooked mine with hers.

“I promise.”

There was a softness in her expression that lingered just a second longer than usual.

Then—

She let go.

Reality settling back in.

“But for now…” I gestured around, “packing?”

Mina let out a small giggle.

“Oh. No need.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I always keep an emergency suitcase ready.”

“…Of course you do.”

She tilted her head slightly, amused at my reaction.

For a moment, it felt… normal.

Too normal. “Well what now? Got any ideas to kill the time?”

“Well… if it were just us,” she said, almost casually, “I would’ve jumped you already.”

I don’t blame her, it’s been 8 long days since and this sudden change of plans and her turn is put on the backburner a few more days due to the MiSaMo activities.

“The same way Chaeyoung did during the fan meet.” she added mischievously.

But before I could even finish what I was thinking I was brought back in shock—

I froze.

“…What?” She didn’t even look embarrassed.

Just… honest.

That— that hit me like a truck.

“Wait—” I felt my stomach drop. “You knew?”

Mina turned slightly, leaning back against the edge of her desk.

“You two weren’t exactly subtle,” she said plainly.

A pause. Then she added— “Besides… you only locked the door.”

My chest tightened. “…You didn’t check the other stalls.”

*Silence*

“I was there the whole time, don’t worry it was just me and no one else.”

I ran a hand down my face, letting out a long breath “That’s… great.”

“It’s fine. I won’t tell another soul.” Mina laughed softly.

She stepped a little closer “It’ll stay between us.”

A quick pause as she leans in—pressing a soft kiss on my cheek.

I nodded, exhaling in relief.

If the others found out like that… Yeah. I’d never hear the end of it.

But Mina didn’t move away yet.

Instead— “There’s something I wanted to tell you,” she said.

Her voice changed.

Softer, more careful. “…About Chaeyoung.”

That got my full attention.

She hesitated just for a second, as if she was choosing her words carefully.

“Me and her…” she started, then stopped. A small breath.

“…we’ve been seeing each other.”

I blinked. “…Wait.”

She let out a quiet, almost amused sigh “Everyone else knows.”

A pause “…except her.”

It took me a quick while to process what she just said.

“…You’re serious?”

Mina nodded.

“She thinks it’s just…” she searched for the word, “…moments.”

Her fingers lightly traced the edge of the desk behind her.

“But for me…”

She didn’t finish that sentence immediately.

I didn’t interrupt.

“I don’t do things halfway” her voice was quiet, but certain

That told me everything I needed to know.

“So you like her,” I said.

Mina glanced at me, there was something deeper in her eyes now.

“…More than I planned to.”

Silence settled between us again.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

“She’s impulsive… passionate… she feels everything in the moment.” Mina continued “She doesn’t think too much about what things mean after.”

A faint smile. “But that’s also why…” She stopped again.

Then shook her head slightly, like she was correcting herself.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have. You think telling her would change things,” I said.

“I know it will.”

No hesitation.

That surprised me.

“She’ll either run from it,” Mina continued, “or she’ll try too hard to respond to it.”

“And you don’t want either.” Mina nodded, her eyes getting teary.

“I just want her to… feel it naturally.”

Then she looked at me, directly this time.

“And now…” a small pause “…this weekend happens.”

There it was. The real reason she told me.

“I don’t know what that’s going to happen,” she admitted. “For her… or for me.”

I leaned back slightly, processing everything.

“So what are you asking me?” I said.

Mina didn’t answer right away.

She stepped closer.

Not teasing, not playful just… honest.

“I’m not asking you to choose,” she said.

“I just…” a breath “…don’t treat this like the others.”

That landed. Hard. I didn’t answer immediately. Because I understood exactly what she meant.

Not because of what she said— but because of how she said it.

Quiet. Careful. Real.

“I promise you I will, all of you trusted me with something real.” I affirmed to her.

 “I appreciate you telling me this, it must have been hard carrying it all this time.”

We stood there for a moment, the world not registering to the both of us.

That moment lingered, longer than it should have.

But before anything could happen, we could hear our beloved Leader, Jihyo clapping her hands in the hallway.

“CHOP CHOP GUYS, I AM DYING FOR A MASSAGE FROM JOHN.” she yelled loudly as if proclaiming that right now everyone is wasting precious day off time, time that could’ve been spent with me.

“Let’s go, at this rate Jihyo will put an end to you and Sana in one day.” joking around “You can’t release a MiSaMo comeback with just Momo alone.”

“The group wouldn’t last the day” she snorted a laugh.

As we stood up together, I experienced something I never thought Mina could ever do.

Just as I was about to step away—

She hugged me from behind.

Arms around my waist muttering “Thank you, John.”

Before I could do or say anything, she pulled me down for a kiss.

It didn’t feel primal, it was ethereal, full of emotion and love. She hesitantly pulled back.

“This never changed what I feel about you too, you know.” She whimpered. “I love you as much as I do Chaeyoung.” she affirmed me.

“It’s just different, this is a unique dynamic. We all share you, but I also wanted you to understand you’re sharing me with Chaeyoung and that Chaeyoung is sharing me with you too.”

And just like that, the moment ended.

As we all rode in the van, I took into thought of Mina’s words, my mind replaying everything she said—

“Eyes on the road” the sound interrupting me.

I blinked “…What?” suddenly confused “I am looking at the road.”

Jihyo didn’t even turn to me, arms crossed as she stared straight ahead.

“Good, keep it that way.” she sternly says.

Defeated, I can only mutter an obedient “Yes, ma’am.”

Suddenly snickering from the back— “Ohhhh, Leader-nim is in full control today.” Nayeon instigated another tease as usual.

“I always am.” Jihyo confidently proclaimed as she doubled down.

“Obviously today is different.” Jeongyeon wasn’t one to shy away from a good teasing too.

Adding fuel to the flame by adding “More… motivated.”

“That’s because today’s surprise feels more like a reward for her.” Dahyun chimed in.

“YAH” Jihyo immediately shot back “do you want me to give the rest of you practice for the day?” “Unnie, we all know that’s an empty threat.” Mina piling on Jihyo too, a rare occurrence for her to join in and of course she was spot on calling the leader’s bluff like that.

Momo leaned between seats “Unnie, Manager-oppa, can we get food before the airport?”

“Fine” me and Jihyo agree hoping that at least Momo doesn’t join in

“Okay good” Momo nodded “that’s all I care about.”

“Of course it is” Jeongyeon laughed.

I let out a huge sigh, trying to drive all these lively women.

“You guys are WAY too loud this early in the morning.” I was speaking my mind.

“Excuse me?” Jihyo finally turned to look at me “WHO kept everyone awake last night?”

“Let’s not revisit that right now” full of embarrassment.

“Five times, right?” Momo suddenly spoke.

“Don’t forget the extra one” Dahyun suddenly imitating the moaning Sana made earlier in the morning causing everyone to laugh hysterically.

Tzuyu resting her head at the window spoke as she closed her eyes.

“At this rate, John’s going to crash.”

“I am literally driving smooth” I clarified

“She meant for later” Sana added jokingly.

“…Thanks for the heads up.” as soft laughter filled the van.

Chaeyoung stretched her arms behind her head, glancing toward the front “You better not lose stamina before the weekend”

I glanced back at her briefly through the mirror “…I’ll manage” was all I could say.

“Good” Mina sat quietly beside Chaeyoung.

That comment caused me to look at the rearview mirror— there she was, Mina held my gaze sending me to another trance.

“Focus, John. On the road.” Jihyo said as she pulled my ear to snap me back to reality.

“Ow—okay, okay. I’m focused.”

The van didn’t quiet down after that, if anything, it got worse.

Momo arguing about food stops.

Dahyun doubling down on teasing.

Nayeon backing her up just to make things harder for me.

Jihyo sighed beside me—but I could see the corner of her lips fighting a smile.

“…You’re all impossible,” she muttered.

“No, Jihyo.” Jeongyeon replied. “We’re just honest.”

More laughter.

I shook my head, keeping my focus forward this time.

No distractions.

No slipping.

But even then, my eyes flickered to the rearview mirror again.

Mina.

Still quiet.

Still composed.

And Chaeyoung beside her—completely unaware.

I exhaled slowly.

Yeah.

There was no way this weekend was going to be simple.

We all joked around for the remainder of the trip, their laughter filling the van—drowning out my thoughts as we made our way toward Gimpo International Airport.

The van slowed as we approached the terminal.

Even before we fully pulled in, I could already see them.

Cameras.

Not a crowd, but enough of them.

We parked off to the side—the cameras still unaware who was inside.

“They’re fast” Jeongyeon muttered.

“Not fast enough to know why” looking back at Jihyo. She was in full leader mode despite not being the center of attention.

“Well it was sudden, no one had the time to tip off the paparazzi.” She said in a calculating manner.

“Posture straight, look pretty for the cameras, and don’t forget to smile to the fans.” as she signaled to the other members to see off MiSaMo.

“Move together.”

Like clockwork, they moved out.

No more teasing, no more noise, a quiet shift.

I have already seen this many times, but it still baffles me.

Opening the door the elegant MiSaMo in their airport fashion walking out, immediately stealing the spotlight in the airport.

This is a sacred treasure to them, like an unknowing bystander suddenly striking oil out of nowhere.

“MiSaMo moved naturally to the center—and just like that, they were the only ones that mattered.”

The rest of TWICE were just in casual clothing, no baggage with them.

Flashes started immediately, constant but not overwhelming.

A controlled chaos.

“Jihyo-ssi! Over here!” one photographer yelled.

“Mina! Mina!” one scrambles to get nearby.

Another one desperately calling Sana.

I stayed nearby to the side, close enough to intervene and far enough to stay the invisible manager that’s hauling their baggage.

MiSaMo naturally moved to the center.

Sana waved first—bright and effortless.

Momo followed with a small bow and an energizing smile.

Mina with her calm, effortlessly beautiful, and graceful look just enough to acknowledge the cameras without overdoing it.

A subunit of pros stealing the spotlight without even trying.

Beautiful enough for the headlines, while the rest of the members standing behind the trio—supporting but never stealing away the focus.

Exactly how it should be.

“Perfect” I thought to myself while leaning towards Jihyo.

“Their flight details aren’t going to go public, right?” I said with a hint of concern.

Jihyo looking at with a grin “Already handled by the team.”

Good, I wouldn’t want to give the other managers going with them more work to deal with once they arrive in Japan.

“Have a safe flight!” Nayeon yelling, loud enough to catch attention, but not enough to steal the spotlight.

“Bring back a lot of goodies for us!” Jeongyeon added.

“Food, definitely food.” Momo said without even thinking.

This warranted a nudge from Sana, breaking character causing everyone to laugh a bit before the rest of us walked back into the van as they entered the airport.

Before I could start the van, a string of individual texts hit my phone.

Sana: Don’t slack off while I’m gone, oppa~

Momo: Ask everyone what they want me to bring back

Mina: I’ll see you soon…

I sent the same reply to all of them “Take care, now”

I send it and start driving quickly before the paparazzi can process that the remaining TWICE members are in a van to sneak a few photos.

Jihyo finally dropping the leader mode “Yah… oppa. You’re texting other girls while I’m sitting right here?”

As fast as she can engage her leader personality, she can also drop it without warning.

“…So,” Nayeon leaned forward. “How long until you collapse?”

I let my head fall back against the seat.

“…Give me a day.”

“Optimistic,” Dahyun snorted.

“Very,” Jeongyeon added.

The tension broke instantly.

Like it was never there.

Jihyo exhaled beside me—long, quiet.

“…You’re giving me that massage the moment we get back,” she said.

Not loud or teasing, just… certain.

I let out a tired laugh.

“Of course I am.” realizing I am not out the woods yet.

“Good” Jihyo looks at me “Don’t think I forgot.” as she pouted.

Of course, the moment didn’t last—

“Hey,” Dahyun called out, “should we just skip lunch and let Jihyo unnie have him now?”

“Yah,” Jihyo shot back instantly—but there was no real bite to it this time.

“Drive,” she added, nudging my arm lightly.

“…I am driving.”

“Then drive faster.”

Laughter filled the van again, lighter now, more familiar.

I glanced at them through the mirror— loud, messy, impossible to control.

…Yeah.

This was the real them.

I smile to myself while we followed the road back to the dorm.

when she agreed to join momo and jihyo today, she failed to consider the fact that no one doted and adored her more physically than them, her girlfriends, and regardless of any mistakes in choreography, she was simply faultless in their eyes. 

though she initially keens at it, the constant affection eventually becomes distracting in ways she refuses to admit. 

“just like that,” jihyo murmurs, hands on tzuyu’s waist, helping her into position. 

momo leans against the mirror, arms crossed. her eyes rake over their figures in contemplation. “remember: hold, turn, then dip.” 

it would be good advice to remember, if only tzuyu wasn't so caught up trying to ignore her painfully tensed jaw. 

jihyo’s hands are warm against her skin, almost screaming for her attention through the cloth of her t-shirt, and the chest tightening feeling is all the more intensified under momo's gaze.

jihyo seems to notice, as attentive as ever. 

“breathe, tzu,” she whispers. 

unfortunately, tzuyu is given minimal time to heed her reminder as momo starts the music up once again, and she's thrown into their practiced choreography with only her muscle memory and jihyo to guide her. 

she finishes back in jihyo's arms after a final spin, and by then, momo has pushed herself away from the mirror to review their finishing post more closely. 

they hold their places instinctively, letting momo position them as she pleases. 

tzuyu's a little out of breath – from the dancing, she'd hoped – but now with both momo and jihyo in such close proximity, she's not too sure if it's just that anymore. 

“that was perfect, really,” momo muses, pleased.

tzuyu's gaze is too busy darting from jihyo's in the mirror to momo's just opposite her, before she falters completely and settles on the hardwood floor. 

she doesn't hide it very well, it seems, because momo and jihyo exchange knowing glances. there're teasing glints in their eyes; unavoidable. 

“are you nervous?” jihyo raises a brow. 

nervous is an understatement. tzuyu can feel her heart in her temple, and she knows jihyo feels it too. 

“you did amazing, baby,” momo praises, caressing tzuyu's cheek to bring her gaze up. “what's wrong?” 

now momo can feel it, she's sure. 

“i– um,” tzuyu says. momo catches her eye, and she panics. “i need a break.” 

thankfully, they don't push. 

jihyo presses a kiss to her cheek before letting go, allowing tzuyu to scramble away to catch her breath. 

she sees them chuckling in her peripheral vision, but decidedly ignores it for the sake of her sanity. she's never been good at handling the two of them at once. 

she falls back on the couch with a huff, rubbing her face in her palms. 

momo and jihyo pay her little mind after, and while tzuyu's able to regain her composure momentarily, she quickly finds herself flustered all over again when they resume practice. 

the move perfectly in sync, somehow acutely aware of each other.

there's something about watching momo and jihyo dance – tzuyu doesn't think she could ever tire of it. 

she keeps her eyes trained on them, mesmerised. there's an unexplainable admiration and want that stirs. 

it’s momo who notices this time and snaps her right out of her thoughts. 

“tzu-ah, come here,” she says, reaching her arm out. 

tzuyu is startled, but there's little time to overthink it. she takes momo’s hand and lets herself be drawn in. 

momo catches her by the waist before she stumbles. 

jihyo comes up from behind then, tucking her chin on tzuyu's shoulder and clasping her hands in front of her abdomen. “you seem a little… distracted.” 

tzuyu doesn't miss the way the corner of momo's lips tug upwards. she can't see jihyo's face now, but she’s sure jihyo's just as unbearably smug about it, if not even more. 

they seem to read each other's minds– where jihyo's hands stop, momo picks up somewhere else. 

tzuyu can't help but cast her eyes downwards; momo's lips look very kissable. i’m fucked, she thinks. 

“i’m not,” she murmurs. 

they can tell anyway – they already have. she only hopes they'd stop or do something about it. 

knowing them, they've never been able to resist the latter. 

“mhm,” momo drawls. “of course not.” 

behind her, jihyo sneaks her hands beneath her shirt. tzuyu chokes up. 

“what did i say about breathing?” jihyo scratches lightly, just up her sides, always teasing. 

tzuyu sucks in a breath. she's compliant to a fault. “i'm– i'm trying.” 

“you are,” jihyo hums, velvet in tzuyu's ear. “keep going, baby. you don't have to hold back.” 

tzuyu doesn't know who she's talking to. on the other side, momo curls a palm around her nape and scatters kisses down her jaw. oh.

“ah, i–” 

“you're good,” jihyo tells her. as it always is with jihyo's way with words, tzuyu believes her. 

“i'm gonna die,” tzuyu lays a hand over jihyo's, halting its motions. “if you two– if you do it together.” 

she feels momo nibble lightly; clutches onto momo's shirt instinctively in response.

momo smiles against her skin. “you’ve done it before. you're still here.” barely, tzuyu thinks. 

“you can take it,” jihyo murmurs, followed with a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and a stubborn hand up her chest. 

the words take effect almost immediately. tzuyu's head falls back with a soft cry, heaving into jihyo's touch. “slow– slowly, please.”

she floats between impatience and oversensitivity, suspended on the edge of a cliff; too eager and afraid to jump off at the same time. jihyo twists her fingers gently, and the reaction she gets from tzuyu is almost euphoric – high, whiny, and knee-buckling. 

momo has to take hold of tzuyu's waist, parting momentarily from her nape. her free hand, the one tzuyu had no mind to notice, makes itself known between her thighs. 

tzuyu gasps into the ceiling, melting. “oh– unnie–”

where momo lacks in words, jihyo makes up with generous praise. 

“i've got you, don't worry– just like that,” she coos. “just perfect, tzuyu.” her hands continue kneading slowly, a fine balance between momo's fingers brushing up her centre and the tension in her chest, and the warm timbre of jihyo's voice. 

momo's fingers brush up her centre, cupping her through cloth. “you've been thinking about this,” she says when she gets there, warmth in her hands. “haven't you?” 

“i'm always– thinking about you two,” tzuyu says with a half-gasp, twisting her head into jihyo. jihyo finds her lips easily, tzuyu's hand on her cheek urging her to come closer even if they couldn't be anymore close. 

“what a sweet tongue,” jihyo notes, splaying a hand over tzuyu's stomach. “did you hear that, momo? she's always thinking about us.” 

“mm-hmm,” momo drawls lovingly. “what can i say– you’re quite irresistible, hyo.”

her hand moves languidly as she comes over to kiss jihyo in earnest, and tzuyu’s sure she catches her eyes in the midst of it on purpose. 

while it would've halted all of tzuyu's thoughts immediately, the sounds made from their kiss rile tzuyu up even more than anything else they could've done. tzuyu squirms in between them; the grip she has on momo’s shoulder and jihyo’s neck respectively is so tense she wonders how she has any energy at all to keep herself upright – then again, jihyo was doing most of the work there, and if tzuyu's mind was clear enough, the realisation would've hazed it up all over again. 

when momo pushes her palm up, pressing against her, tzuyu jerks suddenly with a moan. “momo–” 

momo parts from jihyo's lips. “will you come like this?” her voice is still electrifyingly breathy from the kiss, rough. 

“no–,” tzuyu whines, tugging on momo's sleeve. “want you inside– in me, unnie–”

momo's fingers trail to the waistband of her sweats, teasing. jihyo ignores it, dipping her hand past the elastic and into wetness. 

“you want momo's fingers in you, baby? or mine?” 

oh god, tzuyu thinks. this is how i die. 

“anything– unnie, please,” she begs, because how could she possibly choose? 

it seems to be the answer jihyo is looking for, anyway, because she pushes further down and in almost immediately, and tzuyu's back arches forward with a strangled cry. 

“how's this?” jihyo hums, playful. 

tzuyu doesn't answer, not that jihyo really expects one with how her far head was thrown back and her fingers clawing at jihyo's neck. tzuyu wraps a leg around momo, knees soft, and momo is gracious enough to tighten her grip for support. 

though, not gracious enough to spare tzuyu of madness. 

she pulls tzuyu's sweats down slightly, just enough for her hand to join jihyo's. “leave a little fun for me, hyo,” she mewls.

jihyo shifts in turn, “sorry, i couldn't resist,” and kisses tzuyu's shoulder for good measure,  proving her own point. even then, she still makes space for momo to lay a thumb over tzuyu’s clit. tzuyu truly goes mad. 

in tandem, they're absolutely unbearable in the best of ways. heat builds up in tzuyu's tummy, thrumming steadily and scalding hot; always this way when the three of them are together. 

tzuyu comes, loud, without any more warning besides the whimper that leaves her throat and the dig of her nails into momo's shoulder. warmth spreads from the base of her tummy, a muted explosion all the way up to her head. 

vaguely, she hears momo's voice. “one more, tzu.” 

then, more clearly in her ear, jihyo, “for us, baby, we know you have another one.” 

when jihyo pulls her fingers out, only for it to be replaced with momo’s mouth, tzuyu yelps. “fuck! oh, fuck, momo– unnie, i can't–” 

she really is going to die.

“breathe,” jihyo coaxes, pressing down on her tummy lightly. “just like that, tzu; you're taking momo perfectly.” 

the praise does wonders for her. with a sharp cry, tzuyu comes again, weak spurts of arousal spilling over momo's tongue. she trembles in their hold, tugging on jihyo for something to ground her, even for a moment. jihyo tilts her chin towards her, fingers still wet, and drowns tzuyu's moans out with a kiss. 

momo emerges eventually, lips glistening with slick. 

when jihyo notices, she parts from tzuyu and kisses momo in turn. 

she lets out a soft, pleased hum, savouring the taste.

tzuyu wraps her hands around momo's neck in the meantime, parched but completely satiated at the same time.

“look what you did to her, hyo” momo teases. “you knocked her out.” 

“who's the one who wanted another round?” jihyo bites back. 

“you’re both… too much,” tzuyu manages; but, the buzz in her bones soothes her so quickly she can't find it in herself – forgets, really – to complain anymore. 

“ah, she lives,” jihyo laughs. 

“barely,” tzuyu huffs. 

“want us to stop?” momo piles on. 

in the comfort of their arms, tzuyu dozes off before she's able to come up with a wittier response. 

no, she thinks, never, before her eyes flutter close; she'd be lying otherwise, wouldn't she?

well!! what an absolutely insane thing for me to write, I can't believe it either. I hope this madness was somewhat enjoyable to read!! this fic made me miss jitzu a lot :(( now how do I tag this??

also, I'll be keeping my reqs open for one more day, since I forgot to warn everyone beforehand! they'll be closed tomorrow night (in abt 26 hrs) :)