#yooyeon

>Ice Princess: "Oppa, got everything prepped for our special day?"

>You: "Of course! Even got you guys' favorite Japanese snacks."

>Ballerina: "OMOO YOU'RE THE BEST!"

>Yubami: "Look at this gentleman, taking such good care of us."

>You: "Always! You girls are my everything..."

>Ice Princess: "Oh stop that, you're gonna make me feel something..."

>Yubami: "sobbing... stop"

>Ballerina: "oppaaaaaa :("

>You: "ALRIIIIIGHT, see y'all tomorrow❤️

The next day came quickly, now only a couple hours till they come over. Putting on some "fancy" clothes, a simple white button-up shirt and some black jeans. Then finally the door rings, *Ding Dong*, you look at the screen and see the three beautiful ladies. "Sorry, I'm not interested" you say through the intercom. Yooyeon rolls her eyes, "Shut up and let us in, idiot." Yubin laughs while Jiyeon is distracted with her phone. "Alright alright, come in." You press the door opener and let them in, waiting for them to get to your apartment's floor. A minute later you hear voices in the hallway, can't quite make out what they're saying, only hearing giggles right when they get to your door and a "shhh" before they stand in front of the door. You see them through the peephole, they're outfits barely hiding their features. "Damn... they're so hot." You think to yourself. "Open the damn door already, I know you're watching us through the peephole you perv." To that blasphemous assumption you open the door, "Perv? Really? It's not like I'm spying in while y'all are changing." Yooyeon scoffs, "I bet you would like that though, watching us three beautiful and hot girls change, huh?" You can only stare at her and swallow, because she's right. "I...I... ah shut up", you stutter back at her while closing the door behind them. "Knew it, men are all the same, but I can't blame you, just look at us, heh." The other two just smile and nod, "Oppa is so lucky, having us three as his best friends." Yubin adds, "I bet he'd like to be more than just that." Jiyeon whispers, trying to hide her smile. "Excuse me?" You raise your eyebrow, "Did I hear that right? You really think like that about me?" You ask them, "Oh come on, we're just teasing you, and we might already be a little tipsy, hehe." You roll your eyes, but can't hide a smile. "You guys are impossible..."

You all sat down in the living room, bottles of soju and bowls of snacks on the coffee table. "Wow, look at these snac~ OH MY GOD, IS THAT MY FAVORITE MOCHI FLAVOR?" Jiyeon yelled all happily. "Uhhhhh Lemon Soju? My favorite!" Yubin smiled at you, then threw you a kiss. You blush a little and swallow, what's with this weird behavior from them? "Y..yea..yeah, got it just for you." You reply to her, she winks back at you. "Alright, should we start the games?" Yooyeon takes charge with a mischievous smile on her face, she's definitely up to something. You nod, taking out the deck of UNO before Yooyeon stops you, "Nuh uh, none of that, we're playing something different!" You look at her confused, "Yea, how about some Truth or Dare? Hehe..." Jiyeon suggests, you swallow, this is gonna end bad. "Uhhhhh yessss, that will be fun!" Yubin jumps and claps her hands. "Alriiiiight, whatever the princesses want." Yooyeon makes room on the table, placing an empty soju bottle you all collectively drank in the middle. Each of you sat on one end of the table, Yooyeon to your right, Yubin in front and Jiyeon to the left of you. "I'll start..." Yooyeon spins the bottle, of course it stops pointing at you, "...hah! So, Truth or Dare?" You swallow again, mouth dry. "t...tru..truth." You stutter again, for some reason your nerves are at an all time high right now. "You're cute when you're nervous... anyway, Truth! Did you ever peep on one of us?" Your eyes get wide, "I...I did...once." You admit, trying to hide your face in shame. "Oppa..." Jiyeon sighs. "Knew it, so I wasn't so wrong calling you a perv earlier, huh?" Yooyeon smiles, not sure if she's happy or mad. You take another shot, trying to drown the shame. When you looked in front of you, you saw Yubin stare at you with a blank expression, then looked down again. Her hand reached over the table, laying on yours, "It's okay, we're not mad, in fact this makes things easier." You raise an eyebrow, "Easier? What does that mean..." You ask yourself while she smiles at you.

"Your turn to spin, perv." Yooyeon hands you the bottle with a devious smile. You spin the bottle, watching it go round until it stops on Jiyeon. You both lock eyes, you swallow again, "tru...truth or dare?" Jiyeon thinks for a second, "Mhmm... Dare me!" She says with an enthusiastic smile. "I dare you to....mhmm...kiss Yubin!" Her gaze snaps to Yubin, both smile at each other. "Oh what an easy dare, we do this all the time!" She leans towards Yubin, "Come here, baby." Yubin teases, her words make something in you stir. Then, you see their lips crash onto each other, hands cupping jaws. What was supposed to be a simple kiss, turned into a make-out session. Yubin laughs, slightly parting away just for you to see their tongues dancing with one another. "Oh my..." Yooyeon chimes in from the side, watching them closely. You can't look away, their make-out activated something in between your legs. "a..alr...alright ladies, enough!" You chime in. Jiyeon breaks off first, giggling with Yubin while wiping some saliva off her lower lip, "ooops, got carried away, hehe." She sat back at her place, "That was hot..." Yooyeon sighs, rubbing her thighs together. "Yea..." You murmur, pants incredibly tight now. "Close your mouth, you're basically drooling." Yubin laughs. You snap back to reality and shake your head, "sorry... that was a lot to witness." They chuckle, "Oh don't you worry, that was just the beginning." Jiyeon winks at you, then spins the bottle. It spins and stops pointing to Yooyeon, her smile instantly gets devious. "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" Yooyeon thinks shortly, "Dare me, but make it spicy!" They smile at each other, "Ok ok, I dare you tooooo... flash your tits!" Your eyes shoot open, this is escalating quickly and you should stop this, but you don't. "That's it?" Yooyeon says almost sounding disappointed, "Alright, I'll gladly will." Her gaze shifted to you, her hands already on the hem on her cropped shirt. One smirk later and her shirt was pulled over her head, freeing her tits, of course she wasn't wearing a bra.

You can't stop staring, her tits aren't massive, but still nice and perky. "Like what you see, huh?" She teases you, pressing her boobs together and wiggles them at you. "What is happening... what's with the sudden lack of boundaries?" You think, confused, but also turned on. "Well, I'll leave this off, I'm sure that wasn't the last piece of clothing I'll remove tonight." Yooyeon says while spinning the bottle again, this time it stops at Yubin, making Yooyeon smirk and switching gazes from you to her. "Truth or Dare, My dear?" Yubin answers quickly, "Truuuth!" She slurs, the alcohol clearly getting to her. Yooyeon thinks for a moment, "mhmm... did you ever masturbate while thinking of any of us?" Yubin smirks, "Yes, yes I have, hehe." She answers, looking at you. Yooyeon catching the glances, "I see... Well, maybe those thoughts will come reality today." Yooyeon looks at her, clearly up to something. Yubin spun the bottle, keeping eye contact with you. The bottle stopped pointing towards you again, of fucking course it did... "Oh boy, this is gonna be interesting!" Jiyeon says all excited. "Heh... Truth or Dare, oppa?" She asks, your throat was dry and no straight thoughts. Something in you said to do truth again, but before you knew it, you said; "Dare!" Yooyeon and Jiyeon gasp, then smile and look at Yubin. "Mhmm... I dare you toooo... kiss me! The same way Jiyeon unnie did." You choke at nothing, frozen in place. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Yooyeon pushes from the side, "what have I gotten myself into..." you murmur while standing up. Jiyeon gasps when seeing the bulge in your pants, "uhhhh what do I see there, someone's excited." You try to hide your erection, without success. Yooyeon laughs while Yubin bites her lip, eagerly waiting for you.

Finally you reach her, kneeling down beside her. Her lips already puckered, pointing at them with her fingers. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, leaning forward. Then suddenly Jiyeon pushes you from behind, making you fall onto Yubin when your lips meet. "ooops, my bad." She giggles while Yubin falls on her back. You catch your fall with your hands besides her face, looking into her eyes. They're beautiful, slightly glossy and filled with lust. You stare into her soul a little longer before leaning down again, initiating a proper kiss. "Finally..." she murmurs right before your lips meet, her arms locking around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. At first it was awkward, just lips on lips, then something overcame you. One hand reaching for her waist, tongue sliding into her mouth, dancing with hers. "Oh wow, he's really going for it." Jiyeon says surprised, but definitely enjoying the show. You make out with her for a couple more minutes, letting out years of pent up tension. When breaking off, you stare into her eyes once more, smiling. "Yubin...I..." you whisper, but before you can finish, Yooyeon pulls you up, "Alright Casanova, you can propose later, your turn to spin." You move back to your spot, catching your thoughts. Yubin sits back up, adjusting her hair, smiling from ear to ear. You spin the bottle, watching it spin, still thinking about Yubin’s lips. The bottle stops at Jiyeon, her eyes wander to you. "Well, Truth or Dare?" Jiyeon smiles, "Dare!" she says almost immediately. "Well, since you're a ballerina, I want you to stand on one leg while the other is locked behind your head, BUT you have to be bare down there!" Her eyes get wide, "So specific, lucky for you, I'm horny as hell!" She stood up, everyone watching her.

"This guy... all he wants is to see us naked, tsk tsk tsk..." Yooyeon shakes her head while smiling, her nipples visibly hard. Meanwhile Jiyeon turned around, lifting her skirt and hooking her fingers in the hem of her panties. She looked over her shoulders, "Take a good look, enjoy the show!" Then slowly she bends forward, pulling her panties down her toned legs. Everyone is watching her closely, the way the lacy fabric goes down was mesmerizing. The lower she bent, the more of her ass peeked out. Firm round cheeks, but your attention quickly goes to her pussy right below, pink, puffy and visibly wet. "Fuck..." you mumble, pants incredibly tight. "Unnie... wow." Yubin admires, her own hand wandering between her legs. They pooled at her ankles when she walked out of her panties, picking them up and throwing them at you with a smirk and a wink. Then Jiyeon began lifting her leg, slow and gracefully. Her skirt riding up the higher her leg went, exposing her bottom fully. When her leg was finally behind her head, she spun on her heel to face everyone. "Look at that... so delicious." Yooyeon compliments, her hand also buried between her legs while the other was busy pinching and pulling her nipple. Jiyeon smiles, her lips slightly parted from stretching. You're speechless, hand instinctively going down, grabbing hold of your erection through the fabric of your jeans, while holding her wet panties in the other. She looked at you, "You reallyyyy like that, don't you? Then watch this!" Her free hand went down towards her entrance, fingers sliding between her puffy lips. A slight moan escapes her, "Mhmmm, fuck yes..." as she parts her lips further, exposing her pink insides. You choke on your own saliva, even more so when she inserted those two fingers into herself. "Oh my god..." Yubin gasps, her hand made its way underneath her own panties, rubbing her clit. "Yes... fuck, that's so hot!" Yooyeon adds, her hand long buried in her panties.

Jiyeon’s fingers pump in and out of her pussy, her juices running down her inner thigh. "Oh fuck... alright, enough for now, don't wanna finish this early, hehe." She says, pulling out her fingers from her drenched cunt, cleaning them off by sucking them clean. Her leg went back down and she sat at her spot, not bothering putting her panties back on. The bottle was spinning again, it stopped at Yubin again, they shared a devious smile with each other, "Ok Yubam, Truth or Dare?" Her answer came quick, "Dare! No more boring truths." Jiyeon smiled and looked at you, keeping eye contact, "I dare you to.... suck his cock!" Your eyes shot open, choking on air. "E...Excuse me?" You say shocked, meanwhile Yubin is already crawling over to you with a bright smile. "You heard me, don't act like you don't want it." Jiyeon responds to you, "Let the fun begin!" Yooyeon cheers, her hand still rubbing her clit. Yubin now sat beside you, tying her hair into a ponytail. Damn did she look hot doing that... "Just sit still, I'll do the work." Yubin whispers into your ear, her hands already working on your belt. Yooyeon and Jiyeon watch eagerly, playing with themselves. You swallow hard as she undoes your belt, your cock feeling less pressure. You sit up slightly for her, so she can slide your jeans down. Now only the straining fabric of your boxers between her and you. Yubin's hand reaches out, hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, just enough for your cock to spring free. They gasp, "Oh my god, you're so big, how dare you hide this from us for so long." You can't say anything, the situation completely overwhelms you. "Absolutely criminal... we could've had so much with that." Yooyeon stares at your length. "Well, I guess we'll have to make up for all the times we could've had fun with him." Jiyeon replies.

Meanwhile your eyes are locked with Yubin’s, her hand reaching for the standing length. Her touch soft and delicate, wrapping around your girth at the base, pumping slowly. You groan and buck your hips, "Yubin..." you whisper. "It's okay, relax, you trust me, right?" You nod, then she leans in for a deep and passionate kiss, her hand continuing to stroke you slowly. Yooyeon and Jiyeon look at each other, smiling contently. A minute goes by until she breaks the kiss, smiling, then lowering her head towards your cock. "Finally, the real deal." Yooyeon rubs her clit faster. Yubin now mere inches away from your length, "What are you waiting for? Suck him already." Jiyeon getting impatient. "Shut up, you're just jealous." And with that, she gave your pre-cum leaking tip a kiss, coating her lips in the sticky substance. You groan by the soft touch of her lips, then moan when her lips wrapped around the head. "Fuck... Yubam." You mumble, one hand reaching for her head, not pushing, just holding. Her tongue swirled around the tip, through the slit and then went flat. Then she took more of you into her warm and wet mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Slowly her head went lower and lower, until she reached the base. "Holy shit, she swallowed him completely, didn't know you had that in you Yubami." Yooyeon proudly says. Yubin's head began to move faster, saliva pooling at the base. Wet sucking and slurping noises filled the room, "I can't believe what I'm seeing... she's way too good at that." Jiyeon was clearly shocked by Yubin’s skills. Meanwhile you're on cloud nine, eyes closed, head falling back and moaning. Yubin sucked you vigorously, your climax was approaching slowly. "Yubam... I...I'm close." You groan. She smiled and moaned on your cock, adding more stimulation. She brought you closer and closer to the end, but before you could finish, she broke off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging between her glistening lips and your throbbing tip. "Not yet baby, we have more in store for you." She smirks and whispers into your ear, then wipes her chin with the back of her hand. As she went back to her place, she took off her shirt and pants, only leaving her bra and soaked panties on.

Yubin’s turn to spin the bottle again, her lips still glistening with spit and pre-cum. The bottle stops pointing towards Yooyeon, "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" She asks. "Dare, of course." smirking deviously, "Okayyy, I dare you tooooo... eat out Jiyeon unnie!" Yooyeon’s gaze snaps to Jiyeon, locking eyes with her. "Your meal is fresh and ready!" She leans back, spreading her legs wide. Yooyeon licks her lips, then makes her way over. You noticed the lack of panties when she stood up, they were long discarded, hanging over the arm rest. Yooyeon got on all fours in front of Jiyeon’s waiting pussy, her own ass pointing towards you. Those plump cheeks are a nice scenery to take in, but then you spot something peeking out between her cheeks. "What the... is that? Nah, no way..." Meanwhile Yooyeon’s mouth was about to devour Jiyeon, "You better make me cum, no edging!" Yooyeon smiles, "Sure thing, but I can't promise I'll stop at one." Jiyeon gasps, then smiles as Yooyeon closes the gap. "I'm gonna enjoy this show! Oppa, did you see Yooyeon unnie's pretty accessory? Hehe." Her question makes you gaze at her, "I...I did...is that...a...plug?" Yubin nods, "It is! Actually we all have... some sort of accessory, right Jiyeon unnie?" Her confession makes you choke on your spit. "That's right... fuck... we all have something up our butts, you'll see what I have later." Her words make your dick twitch, the sloppy noises from Yooyeon’s oral ministration and Jiyeon’s moans didn't help either. "Mhmm... fuck, you taste so good Jiyeon!" Yooyeon smacks her lips, then wiggles her butt, "Hey perv, you like staring at my plugged ass and wet pussy, don't you? Bet you'd love to taste me!" She smirked, then went back to eating out Jiyeon. You didn't reply, she knew she was right, you were already stroking yourself while thinking about how she'd taste. "Fuck... these gotta go... Oppa, catch!" Yubin called, throwing her soaked panties. You catch the wet fabric, holding them up and inspecting them. The wet spots are unmistakable, you can't resist taking a deep sniff. "Unnie was right, you are a perv, my perv." You smile back, high on her scent.

Yooyeon was working her mouth, tongue exploring the depth of Jiyeon’s cavern. "Fuuuuck..." she moaned as Yooyeon plunged two fingers inside her. Jiyeon’s pussy was dripping sweet juices, coating Yooyeon’s lips, chin and now also her fingers. She pumped them in and out, curling them upwards to hit that spot, while sucking and flicking Jiyeon’s clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... don't stop, I'm so close!" Yooyeon smiled, doubling her efforts and fasten her movements. "Cum for me, cum inside my mouth!" She mumbled, her own hand reaching back and touching herself. "YES! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING, FUUUUUCK!" Jiyeon screamed, her voice breaking. Her pussy clamping down on Yooyeon’s fingers, legs shaking, flooding her mouth with sweet juices. Yooyeon finger fucked her through it, swallowing her nectar greedily. "Holy shit..." Yubin gasps, stopping her own hand to watch closer. Yooyeon makes no sign of slowing down, pumping her fingers and sucking up all the fluids. "Fuuuuuck unnie.... swallow... all my... cum... don't you... dare... to stop!" She struggles to get out between moans, her whole body shaking. While watching, you instinctively started stroking yourself, slow and steady. Yooyeon was devouring her like it's her last meal, keeping her on a steady high. Soon after the first, a second orgasm hit Jiyeon like a train. "AHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" She screams, her voice hoarse. Yooyeon can't help but smile, then swallows the second flood of clear juices. Once Jiyeon slumped back, breathing heavy and still shaking, Yooyeon broke off, lips wet and glistening with Jiyeon’s sweet cum all over them. "Mhmm... I forgot how much you cum, so yummy." Yooyeon licked her lips, then kissed Jiyeon, letting her taste herself. She moaned into the kiss, Yooyeon’s fingers still inside her, moving slowly, thumb drawing circles on her swollen clit. "Fuck unnie... you really... know how to... make us feel... good." Jiyeon whispers between kisses, smiling.

Then Yubin chimes in, "Are we done playing games? I'm way to horny after that..." Yooyeon breaks off from Jiyeon’s lips, fingers slowly pulling out of her sensitive cunt, a sticky strings of her cum still connecting them. Yooyeon turned around, sitting on her heels, "One last game..." before finishing her sentence, she brought her slik covered finger to her mouth, sucking them clean, then releasing them with a wet pop, "...for him!" Her gaze at you piercing, filled with unadulterated lust. You point at herself, "F...For...me?" you ask, she nods, smiling mischievously. "Yes, perv, it's simple. Just answer me, who'd you rather Marry, Fuck and Kill out of us three?" You choke on nothing, all three looking at you now, their gazes like knives. "I... I.... uhhhh..." you stutter, Yooyeon clicks her tongue, "Oh come on...can't be that difficult. Like, it's clear you gonna marry Yubam, you two had a mutual crush on each other for years... but, who is getting fucked, and who's getting killed?" Your head is running a marathon, "I... I'd rather fuck all of you!" They laugh, "Honey, that's not how this game works, although, that's what gonna happen today anyway, hehe." Your dick twitches at the thought of fucking all three of them, but you really don't wanna upset one by *killing* them. Yubin looks at you, locking eyes with her, bringing a smile to your face. "Ok ok ok..." you stammer, "...I fuck... Jiyeon...." Yooyeon’s smile faded, "I see how it is..." her tone almost sad, "...you better hold true to your word, fuck me...US senseless!" Your eyes widen, nodding. "I'm first!" Yubin yells, before you could say anything, she was getting out of her seat and walking over, her pussy wet and puffy. "Alright, alright Yubami, after all you're his wife now." Jiyeon jokingly says, smiling and winking at you. Meanwhile Yubin straddled your lap, pressing your erection against your stomach. Her arms wrap around your neck, smiling before leaning in and catching your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Your hands begin to wander over her back, then resting at her waist. Her hips start grinding against your length, pressing it harder against your stomach, smearing pre-cum where the tip hits. You groan into her mouth, "Yubin..." your desperate tone makes her smile.

Your wander lower, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks. Yubin giggles when feeling your touch, "Mhmm... yes baby, touch me more." She whispers into your ear. You kiss along her jaw, then nibble at her neck. She tilts her head, giving you more room to leave marks. Then lower, over her shoulder and collarbones, resting at the swell of her breasts. "Let me get rid of this for you." She reaches back, unclasping her bra, the only piece of clothing she had on. The fabric gets loose, she pushes the halters over her shoulders, freeing her juicy and firm tits. "Yubin... you're so... perfect and beautiful!" You whisper, then lean forward and take her right nipple into your mouth, sucking gently, circling your tongue. She moans and arches into you, grinding harder against your throbbing cock. You switch to her other nipple, biting the hard nub gently, stealing a small yelp from her. Meanwhile Yooyeon and Jiyeon have moved beside You and Yubin, watching closely. You break off from her perfect sized tits, staring into her lustful eyes, she smiles at you, then pushes you onto your back. "Lay down, baby..." your hands going back to her waist, holding her tightly. Her pussy lips parted around your shaft as she grinded, leaving her arousal all over it. "Stop teasing, fuck him already!" Yooyeon sighed from the side, then grabbed your right hand, moving it towards herself. You look over at her, she got that mischievous grin on her face again. "You know you can touch me too, right?" She whispers, then lays your hand on her right breast. It was warm and soft, nipple hard. You squeezed lightly, making her moan. Then pinching her nipple, slightly pulling and twisting. Her hand reaching back to yours, leading yours lower, over her toned stomach, letting you feel every ridge of her abs before going even lower. Your hand now right above her love tunnel, waiting for your next move. "Touch, I don't bite... unless you want me to." You smile at her, then slide one finger through her drenched folds, making her moan and bite her lip, "Yesssss, just like that." Your finger quickly coated in a sheen of her slick, ready to enter. Thumb circling over her clit, making her back arch.

While Yubin was still teasing you by grinding her folds over your length and Yooyeon taking control of your right hand, Jiyeon knelt behind your head, looking down. You meet her gaze, before you can say anything, she scoots forward and straddles over your face. Your eyes widen by the sight of her wet pussy and puckered butthole right above you. "I bet you're hungry, right? Feast on me!" Then her hips lower, your tongue darts out, ready to taste her. Her lips make contact with your waiting tongue, so wet and warm, tasting tangy and a bit salty. You free hand moved to her butt, taking a handful of the soft flesh. Then moving inwards, to her rear entrance. "Mhmm fuck yes! Play with my butthole." Her back arching, sticking out her ass more. While your tongue explores the wet cavern of her pussy, your finger circled over her puckered hole, lightly applying pressure. Her hips start rocking on your face, chasing her high. Yubin was watching how you ate up Jiyeon, smiling proudly. "Look at you, Jiyeon unnie on your face, Yooyeon unnie occupied with your hand, and me grinding on this dick, you're so lucky!" Her words make your erection twitch under her grinding, arching upwards, trying to finally penetrate. "Looks like he wants inside, Yubam. Give him what he wants!" Yubin nods, sliding up to the tip, then grabbing hold around your length, aligning it with her dripping cunt. You feel how she drags your pre-cum smeared tip through her wet folds, thrusting up to accelerate the process. "Tsk tsk tsk... he wants me so bad!" You moan into Jiyeon’s pussy when you feel your tip breach past Yubin’s swollen lips, her walls stretch and envelope your length inch by inch. Yubin's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth the shape of an 'O'. "He's so big... can't wait to have that inside me later." Jiyeon watches, her own pussy fluttering around your tongue.

Yubin finally bottoms out, your whole length inside her, nudging against her deepest spots. "Fuuuuuuck, so full and stretched!" She says out of breath, slowly rolling her hips. Meanwhile, your finger that's been busy with Yooyeon’s pussy, has invaded, scratching her inside walls. Her juices dripping down your hand, pooling on the floor. You add a second finger, then a third, curling them upwards, hitting that spongy spot inside. "Yesss, work those fingers, make me cum all over that hand!" Her eyes roll back, moans escaping her mouth as her climax builds. At the same time Jiyeon’s pussy was drooling all over your face, her juices pooling in the dip of your neck. Your left hands fingers still drawing circles over her butthole, then slowly breaching past the ring of muscle. "Fuuuck... finger my asshole, baby, I'm so close!" Your finger pumps in and out of her ass, while your tongue laps up her juices, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Yubin was now bouncing up and down, high enough for your cock to almost slip out. The living room became a symphony of lewd sound, constant moaning, loud slurping from your busy mouth, wet squelches from your fingers inside Yooyeon’s pussy and the wet claps from Yubin’s skin hitting yours. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jiyeon cursed, her hips rocking faster, grinding against your face, chasing release. You added a second finger into her asshole, scissoring them. Suddenly feeling something hard press against them, then start moving whatever it was inside her, finally pushing her over the edge. "FUUUUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Her body goes rigid for a second then starts shaking, her thighs clamping down on your head, her pussy gushing her sweet juices down your throat. You try to swallow, but it's too much, the excess running down the sides of your face. She slumps forward, off your face, drenched in her cum.

"Fuck... that was incredible!" She half laughs, out of breath. Reaching back to your wrist, fingers still inside her asshole. She pulls them out, her hole gapes open for a second, then closes again. She leads your hand towards Yubin, "Yubam, wanna taste my ass?" They both laugh, then Yubin opens her mouth, taking your digits in, sucking them clean and tasting Jiyeon’s rectum on your fingers. "Speaking of tasting your ass..." you say, before plunging into her winking hole right in front of you. Jiyeon gasps by the sudden attack, then moans when feeling your tongue breach inside her. "Fuck me... he's really hungry." Yooyeon jokes, while still having your fingers inside her. Jiyeon looks back over her shoulder, "Mhmm... yes, eat my ass!" Then turns back towards Yubin, still bouncing up and down, leaving a creamy ring of her discharge around the base of your cock. "Can't wait to clean that bad boy off..." Jiyeon licks her lips, staring at the creamy mess, then back at Yubin, kissing her deeply. Yooyeon had enough of just your fingers, she needs more. "Fuck... Put your fingers in a triangle please!" You glance over while eating Jiyeon’s ass, obliging to her demand, making a triangular form with your hand. Yooyeon smiles, "Good boy!" She praises, then angles your fingertips at her entrance, slowly lowering herself. You fingers enter her, knuckle by knuckle they disappear into her cunt, until only the base of your fingers is visible. "Mhmm... so much better..." she moans, then puts more weight into it. You're slowly getting sucked into her aching pussy, then with a wet suction noise, it slips in to the wrist. "FUCKKKKK!" She yelled, with a stream of clear fluid spraying out her stretched cunt. The feeling of her wet and warm insides was weird, in a good way, like a glove she enveloped your fist. Yubin glanced over too, "Holy... shit... unnie..." she murmured between moans, her own release coming closer by the second. Your attention shifted from Jiyeon’s delicious asshole, to Yooyeon’s pussy completely. Twisting your wrist inside her, making her knees buckle. Moving your fist back out, then pushing back in, her whole body shook, more squirts leaking out of her.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She cursed, resting on her elbows, barely able to hold herself up. The puddle of squirt grew larger the more you fisted her cunt. While your attention shifted, Jiyeon whined about the loss of hers, "Don't forget about me!" She pushed her ass back into your face, reaching back and spreading her cheeks apart, asshole opening up slightly. Your head turned back to Jiyeon’s forbidden hole, staring right into the black abyss. You're overwhelmed, too many things to concentrate on, fist fucking Yooyeon’s pussy, eating out Jiyeon’s ass and meeting Yubin’s bounces with thrusts upwards. Luckily Yubin was extremely close to climax, "Fuck, baby... your dick is gonna make me cum soon!" But before her, Yooyeon screamed from the side, "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMING FUCK!" her whole body shook like she was getting electrocuted, pussy spasming around your fist, clear fluid spraying in an arch right towards you, covering your arm and even some of it landing on your face. The pressure eventually pushes your fist out of her, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping. Now completely laying on her back, chest heaving, legs still twitching. "Unnie, are you okay?" Jiyeon asks, Yooyeon lifts her arm and gives a shaky thumbs up. Jiyeon and Yubin laugh, then Yubin continues riding and Jiyeon moans, as your tongue plunges back into her asshole. Your dripping and slick covered fist moved back, Jiyeon stopped it by your wrist, "Let me clean that for you." Finger by finger she sucked them clean, tasting Yooyeon’s cum. Once she was done, both your hands moved to Jiyeon’s ass, spreading her open more, kneading the soft flesh. While savoring the taste of her asshole, Yubin was on the brink. "Baby... I'm... about to... cum... fuckkk..." your hips moved on their own, thrusting up harder, slamming into her as she fell. Your shaft coated in her cream, juices pooling wherever they could. You could feel her pussy getting tighter, her walls squeezing you, chasing release. Then with an ear piercing shriek, she came, "AHHHHHHHHHG FUCK!" Her pussy explodes in a creamy wet flood, covering your crotch and abdomen completely. Her legs gave in, sitting down, impaled by your length. She held onto Jiyeon’s shoulders for support, her breathing came in ragged.

Yubin sat on your shaft for a moment, recollecting herself, then slowly slid off. She fell back and sat on the floor between your legs, pussy leaking juices, forming a trail on the floor. Your cock covered in a creamy white sheen of her cum, swinging back and forth slightly. Jiyeon licks her lips, "Mhmm, look at that delicious cock, all creamy and wet." She leaned forward, tongue first, swirling at the tip. Her mouth wandered down along your length, her lips turning white from Yubin’s girlcum. While her tongue cleans your dick, your own tongue is buried deep in her asshole. "How do I taste, unnie?" Yubin watches, Jiyeon breaks off your cock, smacking her lips, "So delicious, baby!" Her eyes locked with Yubin’s, going back for seconds, taking your throbbing length in completely. You groan into the depths of her asshole, spreading her cheeks further apart. Her walls clench down on your tongue, wanting more, something bigger. She popped off your cock, strings of saliva hanging from her lips down to your tip. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling when seeing how eager you were to devour her, "Mhmm... Baby, I think my ass needs more!" On the side, Yooyeon recovered, watching, rubbing her swollen clit. Yubin noticed, smirking, crawling over. "Unnie, you're so messy down here, let me clean you up!" She leaned down, her ass up, pointing right towards you. Yooyeon’s still gaping and pulsing pussy looked extra delicious. Yubin's tongue darted out, taking a slow lick along her labia. Yooyeon jolted, still sensitive from the intense fisting. "AH FUCK! slow, please... sensitive..." Yubin stops, smiling, "Don't worry, I'll be careful." Her tongue made contact again, slow and delicate she licked. Yooyeon whimpered, her fingers intertwined in Yubin’s hair. Her mouth closed around the sensitive and engorged nub, flicking her tongue. Yooyeon’s back arch of the floor, whimpers turned into desperate moans. "Fuck.... Yubam, feels so good!" Yubin’s hand sneaked down under, remembering the shiny pink crystal plug peeking out underneath her gaping hole. She pulled on it, letting her ring of muscle stretch around the bulbous metal. Yooyeon moaned deeply, "Mhmmm... yessss!"

Jiyeon moved forward, sitting on your torso, her asshole slick with your spit and winking at you. "You remember we all dared each other to put something up our ass, right? Let me show you what I have stored." Her face changed, hands reaching back, spreading herself open. You gasp, her hole opening right in front of you. "Fuck..." you groan, dick twitching, chest increasingly getting wetter from her leaking cunt. Then, finally, you see something colorful appear, pushing aside her pink walls. "Mhmphhh, fuck..." she moaned, her pussy gushing her juices out like a faucet. Her anus stretched, turning almost white, then *PLOP*, the round object falls out. A blue toy ball, probably a dog toy. She laughs, her hole gaping open, inner walls moving along her breathing. "Got this for my dog originally, but I found a better use for it, hehe." You stare at her open hole, licking your lips, "Naughty girl, all of you..." Yooyeon raises her hand, shaking, flipping you off. Chuckling, you take the mucus covered ball in your hand, licking it, tasting the deepest depths of her rectum. Jiyeon turned around, her open hole right at your length. "Oh okay... but I'm the naughty one, huh?" You laugh, "Didn't say I wasn't!" Taking another lick over the ball. Jiyeon smirked, reaching back and wrapping her hand around you, lifting her hips. Your tip enters her gaping hole with ease, stretching it further. "Oh fuck... yesss baby, stretch me open!" You groan as your cock disappears into her asshole, "Fuck, Jiyeon..." the ball forgotten, only the warm walls of her guts on your mind. Your hands wander to her slim waist, digging into her soft flesh. Her hips start rolling, placing her own hand over yours, leading it up her body to her firm breasts. "I'm all yours, baby." She moans, rocking her hips faster. You squeeze her tits harder, pinching and pulling her nipple, stealing a yelp from her. She leans back, eyes rolling, mouth open. Her legs prop up and hips lift, pussy glistening, dripping onto your stomach. "Mhmm, your cock fills my ass so good..." your balls deep inside, she squeezes your shaft tight, "...gonna make me cum so fast!" Jiyeon’s hips go up and down, her tits bouncing, abs tensing up. "Fuck... you're so sexy."

Yubin has been playing with Yooyeon’s holes in the meantime, tongue deep inside that swollen pussy. Down below, she's twisting and pulling the plug, almost letting it slip out completely. "Stop teasing, just use my asshole!" Yubin laughed, "Alright, alright unnie, let me wreck that hole of yours." With a mischievous grin, she pulled the plug out; *PLOP* and it was in her hand, going straight into her mouth, tasting all of Yooyeon’s flavors. Her gaping hole oozed a mix of lube and her own fluids, forming a small puddle underneath. "Unnie, you used so much lube for this little plug... were you planning to use the excess for something else, hmmm?" Yubin raised an eyebrow, smirking, hand already probing the open hole. Yooyeon pushed a little, "Hmphhh!" Her hole lets out air and more lube in a squelching fart, making Yubin gasps, then laugh. "So dirty... I love it!" She scooped up the excess lube, smearing it all over her hand. Yooyeon looked down, watching Yubin lube up, "Oh god..." she whispered. "Unnie, relax! I'll be careful, my hands are small, hehe." Yubin formed her hand into a triangle, just like you did earlier, aligning it with her waiting hole. Jiyeon looked over, her own asshole still impaled by your cock, "Ruin Unnie's asshole, Yubam! Turn it inside out!" Her words made Yooyeon choke on her spit, "...oh shit... don't break me too much, Yubin-ah!" Yubin nods, then pushes her fingertips in, stretching the ring of muscle. Knuckle by knuckle her hand disappears into Yooyeon’s ass, her whimpers and whines loud. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Finally with a wet *slurp*, Yubin’s hand gets sucked into Yooyeon’s rectum. "Look how greedy your hole is, swallowing my hand so easily." Yooyeon’s back arches of the floor, eyes vanished in the back of her head. Her still swollen pussy releasing a stream of warm golden liquid, the pressure of Yubin’s hand too much. Jiyeon halted her relentless anal riding for a second, "Oh my god... you made her piss herself! So fucking hot!" Your own eyes snap towards the spectacle as well, gasping when seeing the depravity. "Holy shit..." You say breathless, but oddly aroused, new kink unlocked?

Jiyeon returned riding you like a horse quickly, her asshole clenching down on your shaft, making you groan and shift your attention back to her. "You like that, huh? Seeing her like that, losing herself, letting go..." You can only nod, gripping her waist tighter. You hold her in place, your hips lifting off the floor, feet flat. With a hard thrust up, you slam into her guts, a loud clap of skin hitting skin echoes through the room. "Ahh fuck!" Jiyeon yelps, trying her best to hold her balance. You piston into her like a jackhammer, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her pussy leaking nectar down to your stomach, pooling in your belly button. Her climax was rushing in, hand reaching down, rubbing her clit frantically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck!" She shrieked, body locking up, pussy clenching on nothing. You fuck her through it, no stopping. Gushes of squirt spray everywhere, your mouth open, trying to catch some. She collapsed forward, laying on your drenched chest. Out of breath, she murmers, "Fuck... that was amazing!" Your hips slowed, letting her recover. "You gave me a shower... so hot!" You whisper into her ear. Jiyeon raised her head, looking you deep into the eyes. "Oh, you like having my girl cum all over you, huh? Naughty boy..." She smiled, then went for a sloppy kiss, tongue invading your mouth instantly. You groan into her mouth, picking up speed with your thrusts. Her eyes shut, moaning on your lips. Jiyeon sat back up, hands on your chest for support. "Make me cum again, fuck my asshole, make it throb!" You slam into her with no remorse, the only goal is to ruin her. "Careful what you wish for!" Your hands gripping her cheeks, her soft flesh molding to your palms. Then, her second orgasm hits, but this time she slid off your cock, letting it bob back and forth. She sat down on your chest, her holes right before your eyes, open and leaking. You gasp by her surprising move, but open your mouth quickly to welcome the flood of liquid of her orgasm coming your way. "Drink up!" She said, and so you do, mouth wide open, closing the distance to not miss anything. Her asshole was a gaping mess, leaking it's own juices where she sat, making a mess. Suddenly she smiled wickedly, her insides walls so swollen, they moved outwards. She angled her hips, her open hole inches from your mouth, "Surprise!" And with a little push and wet squelching farts, the dark red and pulsing flesh emerged in a small rose. Your eyes widen in shock, "WHAT THE FUUUU..." your words cut short by the sudden stream of piss filling your mouth. You try to swallow, but couldn't, too much.

Yubin looked over her shoulder when hearing you choke, gasping in shock. "Oh my god..." her fist halting inside Yooyeon’s asshole for a second. "Oh hey, seems like your new boyfriend likes getting pissed on, right?" Your brain short circuits, still swallowing her urine, "Y...yea..." you stutter. Yubin laughs, "Good to know, hehe." A wicked smile on her face. Jiyeon’s pulsing rose of swollen flesh still hangs before you, she looks down at you, smiling. "Taste it, I know you want to." You hesitate for a moment, then lean forward, tongue out, touching softly. She jolts, fingers running through your hair. Your tongue digs into the soft tissue, her flavor exploding on your taste buds. "Mhmm... yes baby." She moans, your warm mouth on her sensitive flesh making her shiver. Your lips close around the pulsing mound, tongue swirling, then push it in. "Ah fuck..." a small spurt of squirt hitting you, her juices adding sweetness. You suck on the prolapsed flesh, cheeks hollowing. You break off with a wet pop, a mix of saliva and anal secretion connecting your lips to her inside-out rectum. "Fuck, Jiyeon..." she laughs, her swollen ass-meat pulsing. "Good boy!" Jiyeon praised you. "FUUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Yooyeon screamed on top of her lungs. Yubin’s fist moved back and forth, stretching her insides. A small bulge on her stomach formed, right where Yubin’s fist was. Yooyeon looked down at the protrusion, gasping, "Oh my god... you're in my tummy!" Her hand lays over the bump, feeling Yubin's movements. Yubin looks up at her, a silent "Unnie..." escapes her lips. The intimacy of all this, like a special bonding experience. "This... feels weird... but... great... at the... same time..." She whinced, Yubin moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yooyeon’s asshole squelched obscenely, small wet farts escaped around Yubin’s delicate arm. She giggled, "So dirty..." then pushed her arm deeper, making Yooyeon shriek. "AHHHH, too deep! Too deep!" Half of Yubin’s forearm inside now, another golden stream leaked out of the wrecked cunt above. Yubin can't resist, lunging forward, lips sealed right over her pisshole. Yooyeon squealed, "NGHHH!" while Yubin swallowed greedily, slowly pumping and twisting her fist. She breaks off, lips and chin drenched in urine, "Yummy! Always wanted to taste it." Yooyeon reached for her neck, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, tasting her remnants on Yubin’s lips.

Jiyeon’s swollen flesh has retreated back inside her, hole still gaping, trickling juices. She climbs off from your chest, "Time for Yooyeon unnie to have some fun with this!" Giving your still rock solid cock a light slap, making it wobble. You hiss from the blunt touch, the sting oddly arousing. Jiyeon reaches you a hand, helping you up. Her own legs still wobbly, "You better make up for *killing* her, by fucking her senseless!" You nod obediently, "You bet I will!" Yubin was still working on Yooyeon’s asshole, her ring stretched taut around Yubin’s forearm. The puddle of squirt and piss underneath her ass was a sight to behold, absolute filth and you love every second of it! Jiyeon knelt beside the two, hand over the bulge caused by Yubin’s hand, "Alright unnie, your turn to get fucked silly!" Yooyeon already was lost in euphoria, Yubin was working her good. Yubin looked up at you, smiling wickedly, "Baby, ruin her ass for me, I want her to not be able to sit for days!" Her free hand reaches out, pulling you down on her level, lips crashing on yours. The faint taste of Yooyeon’s urine still lingers, mixed with Jiyeon’s and Yubin’s own taste. An explosion of flavors in your mouth, all unique to them. Yooyeon watched, eyes half lidded. "You're gonna regret killing me! Gonna finally drain that dick of yours, fill me up!" Your breath hitched, not sure if that was a threat. "Don't threaten me with a good time!" Your reply makes her grin, propping herself up on her elbows. Yubin slowly retreated her arm and fist from Yooyeon’s bowels, inch by inch more of her skin saw the light again. Completely covered in a sheen of Yooyeon’s natural anal lubricant, piss and other bodily fluids. Finally her fist popped free, a wet squelching sound followed by a small fart. "Naughty unnie..." Jiyeon's gaze flicked to Yubin’s glistening limb, licking her lips. Her tongue darts out, offering to clean off the remnants on Yubin’s arm. Yubin notices the hungry gaze and smirks, "Better be quick before I'll clean it myself!" Yubin’s own tongue takes a long drag along her forearm, tongue accumulating a thick layer of all kinds of juices, swallowing them all in one gulp. Jiyeon wastes no time and leans in, taking on Yubin’s small and delicate fingers. Starting with her thumb, tongue swirling around the digit, cleaning it of all it's residue. "Mhmmm..." she moans, then lets Yubin’s thumb pop out, smacking her lips. She goes finger by finger, occasionally their lips meet, sharing the delicious fluids.

You watched the two do their thing for a second, then Yooyeon cleared her throat, "Ahem... less watching, more fucking!" Her command snaps you right back to her, "My bad... they're... distracting." She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "pfft... first killing me and now also ignoring me..." Her legs were wide open, her asshole gaped and leaked, waiting to be stuffed again. "S...Sorry..." you apologize, "Stop with that bullshit, fuck me already, useless perv!" Her mean undertone flipped something in you. With a tight grip you grab her ankles, putting them together and lifting them high. Then press her legs down on her chest, her eyes wide through the small gap between her calves. "You wanna get fucked, huh? Well, let me ruin that shithole then!" Your cock already nudging at her opening, without much effort, you buried yourself to the base in her colon. Yooyeon’s eyes rolled back, with a faint moan and whisper, "finally..." you began slamming into her. Her ass left the floor the more you punded into her, putting more weight over her. "You like that, huh? Getting your ass pounded like that?" She moaned louder and nods, "Yes! I love it! Ruin my ass, fuuuuuuuck!" You can feel it, her climax was approaching, walls clamping down on your pistoning cock. "Oh? Gonna cum already?" unable to respond, you lift her ass up even more, driving deeper into her guts. Then with a scream, she broke, "FUCKKKKK!" Her legs spasmed, her pussy clenching on nothing. A hot gush of her juices squirted all over herself, drenched her skin in her own cum. You pound her through her orgasm, no slowing down. Her pussy gushed juices for what felt like a straight minute, legs shaking under your grip. "Look at you, all drenched in your cum..." She was a mess, a wet and whimpering mess. Your cock hammered her asshole hard, wet slaps of skin hitting skin accompanied the relentless pounding.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open and her tongue out. Jiyeon and Yubin watched the show, playing with each other. Jiyeon’s fist slid into Yubin’s rear, "AH FUCK!!!" The ear piercing scream of Yubin from the side didn't bother you though. Your only mission was to ruin Yooyeon, turn her guts inside out. "You like fucking my asshole, perv? Making me not be able to sit for days after, huh?" You just scoff, "Still got an attitude, huh? Tsk tsk tsk... someone shut her up!" You looked over at Yubin, she caught your gaze, nodding. She stopped Jiyeon, her fist popping out Yubin’s asshole, leaving it wide open. She crawled behind Yooyeon’s head, kneeling there. You two lock eyes again, letting go of Yooyeon’s ankles, letting them fall on her shoulders. Yubin looked down, smiling, then straddling her face, "Open wide, unnie!" Yooyeon’s eyes shot open, two open holes right above her. Yubin lowered herself, sitting down on Yooyeon’s face. Her tongue already out, lapping at her folds, nose poking into the gaping rear. "Mhmm..." she moans into Yubin’s pussy, then moving back to her asshole. Yooyeon’s hands gripped onto Yubin’s waist, pulling her down on herself, "So hungry... fuck." You plowed into Yooyeon with no relent, "Finally, silence..." you sigh, then catch a slap from Yooyeon on your arm. "Ohhh, still feisty!" You return the slap by giving her ass cheeks a couple firm slaps, leaving red handprints. Each slap made her whimper, muffled by Yubin’s pussy and ass. Yooyeon’s second orgasm was approaching, you could feel it again. Picking up the pace, changing the angle, driving even deeper. Yubin grinded her hips, chasing her own release, "Unnie, you're... gonna make... me.... cum..." You watched the love of your life nearing climax, smiling at her. She smiled back and cupped your chin, leaning forward to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips break off, her body goes rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. Yubin moans right onto your lips, holding your neck for support. Yooyeon’s mouth didn't slow, she was swallowing every drop of squirt she could, tongue scooping out what couldn't on their own.

Yubin was left panting through the aftershocks of her orgasm, falling back and sitting behind Yooyeon’s drenched face. Yooyeon out of breath, completely wet, her own climax close. "Thanks, unnie." Yubin leaned forward, kissing Yooyeon’s forehead, tasting herself. Yooyeon wanted more than a *Thanks*, so she pulled her in for a kiss, wet and sloppy. In the middle of their make-out, her orgasm hit. Her moans were swallowed by Yubin’s eager mouth, legs shaking around your head, walls clamping down. Another hot surge of juices shot out of her cunt, with a thirsty pull back, your cock slides out of her asshole. Diving in on her spraying pussy, capturing her juices, swallowing them greedily. Her asshole throbbed and leaked it's own kind of juices right below. Your tongue wandered lower, exploring the cavernous opening. "Do it, unnie." Yubin whispered, with a knowing smile Yooyeon nodded. She started pushing, hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart. "NGHHH!" She whinced, a stream of piss escaping her urethra. Your eyes snap open at the warm golden surprise, closing your mouth over the leaking hole. "Oh my god... such a naughty boy." Below, her swollen ass meat slowly made it's way out, a wet squelching fart bubbling out alongside it. Once her stream of urine stopped, you backed off, lips glistening with her piss. Sitting back and taking in the sight of her pulsing rose of flesh, "Beautiful..." you whisper.

Yooyeon looked down at you, eyes half lidded, mouth open and breathing heavy. "Fuck... you... kept your... promise..." her head falls back into Yubin's lap, eyes closed. Yubin looks at you, a devious smile on her face. She mouths "me next." and winks, then leans down to pepper Yooyeon’s face with kisses. Your attention shifts back to Yooyeon’s exposed inner flesh, still pulsing and throbbing. Slowly grazing a finger over the soft tissue before leaning in and taking a lick over the red bud. Yooyeon’s breath hitched, body jolts, clearly sensitive. Suddenly Jiyeon pushed you aside with surprising strength, "MY TURN!" You catch yourself with one hand, almost slipping on the wet floor. "What the fuck, Jiye..." you stop in the middle of saying her name. The sight of her naked body, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass and her sweat, squirt and piss covered skin taking your words away. Jiyeon giggles with a full mouth, shaking her ass seductively. "You... mhmm... already... mmmh... had mine... mhm... earlier..." her left hand reached back, spreading her cheeks apart, pushing slightly. Your gaze snaps back to her now gaping hole, a small rosebud emerging reminding you of earlier. "Fuck..." you groan, watching it disappear back into her. Not able to resist, you lunge right at her holes, tongue inside her leaking pussy in an instant. Jiyeon moans, muffled by Yooyeon’s prolapse in her mouth.

Yubin, eager for her turn, moved beside you, wrapping her delicate fingers around your cock, stroking slowly. You groan into Jiyeon’s wet depths, her grip tight. Yubin leans in, her lips grazing your ear, "My turn, baby. Ruin my cute little butthole, don't hold back." Her voice low and sexy, making your dick twitch in her grip. "Let me make her cum first, then I'm all yours." Yubin nodded, still stroking your aching cock. Diving back into Jiyeon’s holes, three fingers in her pussy, tongue inside her loose asshole. "Fuck.... don't stop!" She moans, her arousal running down your arm, dripping to the floor. The base of your fingers turning creamy white, wet squelches fill the room with each stroke of your fingers. Her asshole swallows your tongue greedily, the swollen tissue pressing against your invading tongue. Jiyeon’s breathing turned ragged, so close to exploding. Her whole body shaking, back arching and leaning back into you, chasing more friction. Your fingers pump and curl, scratching that spot that makes her eyes roll back. "YES! YES! YESSSSSS!" Jiyeon screamed, her pussy clenching down on your digits, squirting like a broken fire hydrant. Your tongue getting pushed out by her protruding flesh, wet farts slipping as the rose grows. Jiyeon collapses forward, laying on Yooyeon’s stomach. Her legs and hip still twitching and bucking, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body shudders, then a stream of her delicious golden nectar trickles down her inner thighs. The fluid adding to the growing puddle beneath you all, "What a mess..." you murmur.

The last droplets of her release dribble out of her, letting out a long sigh. You give her right butt cheek a kiss, "Good girl." Then slapping the same spot. "NGHH!" Jiyeon yelps, back arching from the stinging pain. Yubin whispered into your ear, "Mhmm, look how well you make us cum, even making us piss ourselves..." her delicate hand pumps your shaft slowly, you groan and buck your hips, "...oh baby, how I'd wish we've crossed this line years ago... missed out on so much depravity, so many endless nights of just pure, unadulterated filthy sex..." her lips grazed your ear, her breath warm. Your turn to face her, capturing her soft lips in a searing kiss. Your tongues dancing in pure lust, all while her hand steadily pumps your rock hard cock. "Can't wait to do this again at your guys' marriage, but the wedding dress stays on! hehe." Yubin broke the kiss for a second, laughing at the thought. "I'll be standing there on the altar, all while my ass meat is hanging out under the dress, throbbing and pulsing." They both laugh, meanwhile you're shocked by her words. "Yubin... I'd love that! As absurd as it sounds, but that mental image... fuck..." Yubin smiled, cupping your face with her free hand. "Baby..." she whispers, engaging in another deep and sensual kiss. "Can I be the bridesmaid? I'll carry the rings in my ass, then push them out when you need them, Hah!" This time you break the kiss, and laugh hysterically. Yubin shakes her head, then smacks Jiyeon's ass. "Naughty slut..."

Your mouth has wandered to Yubin’s neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin. She moans softly when you suck on her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat rise. Her hand moved up and down your shaft in slow and tight movements, fingers coated in your pre-cum. Breaking off and leaving a red mark on her neck, you nibble at her earlobe next, whispering "Mhmm... Yubin, you're way too good at that." Into her ear. Yubin smiles, turning to face you, her eyes filled with lust. Her lips crash into yours again, all tongue and teeth. You push her onto her back, hands roaming over her sweat slicked body. "Fuck me... breed me, please." Her broken plea sent more blood into your cock. You catch her nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking the hard nub. Yubin moans loudly, her fingers tangled in your hair. Your kiss your way lower, over her toned abs, then halt before her aching pussy. "So perfect... fuck." you whisper against her dripping folds, then take a long and slow drag of your tongue through her lips. "Oh fuck... Just like that, baby." Her grip on your hair gets stronger, keeping you in place. Your tongue digs into her wet core, her puffy lips parting open. A fresh gush of her arousal fills your mouth, sweet and salty. Her hips buck upwards, grinding on your face, chasing release. While one hand gropes her tits, your other sneaks in the cleft of her ass, probing at her puckered muscle. "Mhmm, yes... use both my holes, make me cum so hard!" One finger breaches past the tight ring, just as warm and wet as her pussy. You probe her inside walls, then add another finger, scissoring them and stretching her further. Yubin moans, "Don't stop... just a little more..." her voice broken, desperate. A third finger enters her anus, quiet airy noises squeezing past the gaps of her rim and your fingers with each movement.

Yooyeon and Jiyeon left you two alone, on wobbly feet they went to the bathroom. The shower turned on, water splashing on the tile floor as Jiyeon stepped in first. Rivulets running down her athletic body, washing off the filth. Yooyeon followed shortly after, visibly more exhausted. "Let me help you, unnie." Jiyeon grabbed the soft scrubber and soaked it in bodywash. Yooyeon sighed as the soft fabric scrubbed over her back, cleaning off the remnants of the filthy acts. Jiyeon carefully scrubbed over Yooyeon’s ass, her abused butthole still slightly agape, "C...Care...Careful..." she whispered. Jiyeon looked her into the eyes, nodding, slowly tracing the sensitive rim. Yooyeon whimpered, legs trembling. "Look at this ruined hole... still open." Jiyeon finished up cleaning her butt, giving her cheek a kiss. Yooyeon giggled, then turned around, looking down at Jiyeon, "M..Maybe... one more... round... heh." Jiyeon looked up at her, a wicked smile on her face, "So horny... but so am I..." Jiyeon leans in, her tongue dragging through Yooyeon’s swollen folds, "...this pussy is too delicious, fuck." Yooyeon moans faintly, her hand going down, laying on Jiyeon’s head. Fingers intertwined in her Jiyeon’s hair, holding her in place. "Fuck, Jiyeon... this feels so good." Yooyeon’s free hand made itself busy, groping her own tits, twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. Jiyeon’s tongue explored the wet cavern thoroughly, switching from penetrating her folds to sucking and flicking her clit. Jiyeon knew she was close, adding one, then two fingers into her dripping core. A loud moan echoed from the tile walls, "Don't stop... don't you dare... stop..." Jiyeon didn't, she curled her fingers up, scratching that spot that makes Yooyeon’s eyes roll back. "FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Yooyeon’s body went rigid, her walls clamping down on Jiyeon’s digits. A fresh gush of her girlcum sprayed directly into Jiyeon’s hungry mouth, she swallowed it greedily.

Back to the living room, where the sound of the shower running and the faint moans are just noises in the background. Your fingers still buried deep in Yubin’s rear, tongue digging through her delicious folds. "Oh baby..." Yubin’s grip in your hair gets tighter, her climax was nearing, "...I'm so close...don't stop!" Her back arched off the floor, mouth open and eyes closed. Your tongue and fingers worked overtime, flicking, sucking and pumping with increased intensity. Yubin's legs wrap around your head tight, her pussy and anus clenching down. With a high pitched scream, she came undone, "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Her juices flooded your eager mouth like a dam that broke, you tried your best to swallow it all. Once her climax subsided and she laid flat again, you withdrew your fingers. A clear coat of her natural lubricant on your digits, without hesitation you took them into your mouth, tasting her once again. "Mhmmm... so delicious. I might be getting addicted to your flavors, babe." Yubin laughs, "Hah, you can taste me anytime, anywhere baby. But now, let us empty those balls of yours, yea?" Her foot taps against your raging boner, making it sway. You look down at your erection, then back at her with a wicked smile. Her other foot joins in, smearing the bead of pre-cum around your head with her her toe, then wrapping your length between her soles. You groan, "Always wanted to try this..." her feet move up and down your shaft. Her soles were soft, nails painted black, toes curled slightly. The way she looks at your cock slides between her feet, eyes half lidded, faint smirk on her lips. "Fuck... Yubin..." you moan, lost in her beauty.

Yooyeon & Jiyeon were finally done showering, drying themselves off and put their clothes back on. "Thank you, Jiyeon... for helping me clean up and..." Jiyeon chuckles, the taste of Yooyeon’s mind shattering orgasm still on her tongue. "Always! You probably would still be under the shower if I didn't help you... you were so exhausted." Yooyeon’s gaze lingers, then snaps away to look at herself in the mirror. While padding dry her hair, she looks down her body, "Yea... I was... I did want him to fuck me senseless, and he did!" Jiyeon looks at her back, down to her ass where her butthole still gaped open slightly. "He sure did, your hole is still open haha." Yooyeon turns her hips, trying to see the aftermath herself. One hand going down, spreading her cheek away to give her a better view. "I'm gonne be sore for days... worth it though!" Jiyeon laughs, giving Yooyeon’s a slap, "It was, every second of it, but now it's time to head out, it's late." Yooyeon nods, grabbing her clothes and slowly getting dressed. As they're done, Jiyeon unlocks the bathroom door. Thick fog slips through the gaps and enters the hallway. Before they leave, Jiyeon turns, "Shhh... try be quiet, let them have fun alone." Jiyeon whispered. Yooyeon nods, on tippy toes they sneak through the hallway. Once they reach the living room, they silently gasp at the sight of Yubin foot job skills. "Oh my god..." Yooyeon whispered through her fingers. Their steps silent on the wooden floor as they go past You & Yubin. Too lost in pleasure of her soles working your aching cock, and Yubin too concentrated keeping her feet steady, they go unnoticed. At the main door they stop for a second, "Fuck... that was hot." Yooyeon nods, "Yeaaaa... didn't know Yubin was into that." They left a goodbye message in the group chat:

>Ballerina: We'll head out now, see you tomorrow! Can't wait to do this again hehe.

>Ice Princess: Byeeee you two lovebirds!

Yours and Yubin’s phones vibrate on the coffee table, long forgotten. The only thing on your mind is her, Gong Yubin. "Mhmm, this is incredible." You groan, her feet clamping down on your shaft. "Yea? Do my soft feet feel good on your cock?" Her hand reaches out, cupping your jaw. She tilts her head and leans in, her plump lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. Her feet stop for a moment, getting lost in embrace. You break the kiss, foreheads pressed together, "Should we take this to my bed? Be a lot more comfortable than this floor." The smirk on her face tells enough, her lips crash back onto yours, all tongue. You wrap your arms around her slim waist as you stand up, her legs wrapped around you. Carrying her to the bedroom, trying not to walk into furniture while your vision is blocked by her. Reaching the bedroom, you throw her onto the bed. Her body rocks up and down, her tits bounce, her hair sprawled out and legs spread wide. She beckons you in with her finger, "Come here, baby." Her other hand down between her legs, spreading her puffy lips apart. You lick your lips and dive in, jumping onto the bed. Your head right between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her sex. Her fingers trace through your hair as you lean down, licking a long stripe through her wet folds. Yubin throws her head back, eyes rolling up. "FUCK YES, BABE! Devour my pussy like it's your last meal!" Your tongue breaches past her lips, exploring her velvety insides, while your hand snakes up to her hole below. Your fingers probe at her puckered hole, circling the rim. "Stop teasing, put them in already!" You look up at her and push two fingers inside her anus, knuckle by knuckle they sink deeper. The way her face contorts made your cock throb, aching to be inside either of her holes.

Your fingers curl upwards, scratching her walls. Her pussy began to clamp down on your tongue, her climax was close. Redoubling your efforts, your mouth closed over her engorged clit, sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves with your tongue. Her breathing became more erratic, grinding her slit against your eager mouth. When adding a third finger into her stretched hole below, she finally shatters. "FUCK, IM CUMMING!" A flood of her cum fills your mouth and goes down your throat, your fingers in her ass continue to pump in and out, prolonging her orgasm. Gush after gush of her sweet nectar drenched your face and the sheets. Breaking off from her, a clear string of her aftermath connecting you to her still. "I love making you cum like this... drinking up all your juices." She laid flat, panting. Reaching out a hand to you and pulling you in for another kiss. She moans when tasting herself on your lips. She breaks the kiss, "Mhmm... I taste good, hehe." You laugh, continuing to kiss her face, neck and collarbones. Your aching cock hovering right above her core, while you take one of her nipples into your mouth. Her back arches of the bed, moaning loud. "Babe... I need you... I need you inside me!" Her pleas broken between moans. Looking down between yours and her body, you see your cock, ready to be used. Giving it a few slow pumps as your lips stay sealed around her nipple, you align yourself with her dripping cunt. "How bad do you want me inside? Tell me." Your leaking tip nudging at her entrance.

Yubin whines, "mhhhh don't tease meeee, baby. Please... just fuck me!" You smile wickedly, diving in and nibbling at her neck. Her head moves away, giving you more space. Sucking at her pulse point, leaving a red mark. Yubin moans "Mhmm..." her hips bucking, seeking friction on your cock. "Look at you, so desperate for my cock." While she starts to look annoyed, you lean down and capture her lips in another kiss. Her legs wrap around you, keeping you in place. You reach down to your cock and hold it, dragging your tip through her folds, even nudge it at her puckered butthole. Breaking the kiss, you stare her into the eyes. Slowly pushing into her heat, her mouth flies open and eyes close. "Fuuuuuuck..." she moans, her legs trapping you tighter. "Fuck, Yubin..." her tight walls squeezing your cock. You bottom out in her cunt, letting it rest. Her eyes open again, searching for yours. "I love you..." she whispers, you respond by pressing your lips against hers again, tongue exploring her warm mouth. At the same time your hips move back until only your tip is inside her. With a brutal snap, you push it all the way back in. Yubin gasps into your mouth, her firm tits bouncing from the push. "Harder..." she whispers against your lips, you gaze at her with renewed hunger. Your rhythm grows faster, driving into her deeper. Your tip nudging at the entrance to her womb, small spurts of her arousal spraying with every thrust in.

"Ahh... nghh... mhmm..." Yubin’s noises spur you on, fondling her full tits with one hand and sucking on her nipples. Her fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding. Her whimpers and moans get more and more ragged, her nails leaving red trails on your back. Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, "Yubin, I love you!" Your thrusts speed up, while her eyes search yours after the confession. Her hand cups your jaw, pulling you in for a deep and sensual kiss again. Your thrusts slow, getting too lost in the kiss. Your hand stays on her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling and twisting her nipple. Her lips leave yours for a second, gasping for air. "Baby..." she sighs on your lips, her eyes staring right into yours. With a wicked smirk and surprising strength, she pushes you onto your back. You gasp, "Yubin..." as she kneels over you, still impaled by your cock. "Let me take control for a bit." looking down at you with a wicked smile. Your hands roam over her slim frame, along the curve of her hips and by the swell of her perfect sized tits. She grabs your hands, guiding them over her globes, intertwining her finger with yours. Yubin's hips begin to roll, your crotch drenched with her essence. "You're so sexy... so... perfect..." you moaned, squeezing her boobs firmly. She let go of your hands, reaching for your shoulders. Yours rest on her waist, digging into her soft skin. "We really... should've done... this... earlier... fuck..." she moaned, her hips rolling and rocking faster. You laugh, "Hah... better late than never, right?" Her eyes roll, head shakes a little. "Shut up and fill me up already, idiot." She leaned down, kissing you with hunger. While she's laying flat, her soft breasts press against your chest. Her kiss was sloppy, all tongue and spit. Your hands wander to her plump butt cheeks, grabbing hold of the soft flesh. She moaned into your open mouth, the leaning to the side "What are you waiting for, baby. Fuck a baby into me..." she whispered into your ear.

Yubin’s hips moved on their own, up and down, making use of your whole length. You groan, perplexed you ask, "ahh... aa... a baby? Are you serious?" She laughs, "No, silly. I'm on the pill, buuuuut maybe at some point..." with a gasp you capture her lips again, Yubin giggles happily. Your hands on her butt squeeze down, then spread them apart. "You're insane..." you murmur against her lips, "You love it though!" You roll your eyes, then angles your legs. "And you're gonna love this!" With a hard thrust up, you slam into her as she was going down. Yubin gasps loudly, "AHH fuck!" You repeat, hard thrust up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. Another loud gasp, "Again..." she sighs. Your hips buck into her hard again, followed by another gasp. Her face snug in the crook of your neck, looking at your face. You keep up the rhythm, her gasps turned to soft whimpers. Yubin places soft kisses along your jaw and neck, "Don't.... stop... please..." You look down at her, eyes closed, mouth open. Her pussy spasming around your pounding cock, leaking copious amounts of juices. Clear strings of her arousal form between your and her crotch, wet squelches with every meeting of skin. Your hips blurred, then she went rigid, head threw back. "AHHHHHHHH FUCK!" She shrieked, a forceful jet of her creamy girlcum shot out around your shaft. Your thrusts slowed, drawing out her orgasm longer. Her hips buck as the last spurts sprayed, then went completely limp. Breath heavy and ragged, eyes half lidded. "I need to invest in hydrophobic sheets... holy fuck." Yubin snorts, giving your chest a soft slap. "You're... an idiot..." you chuckle, "Your idiot now, hehe"

You place a quick kiss on her forehead, then roll her onto her back, still sheathed deep inside her dripping core. "Woahhh!" Her soft tits bounced from the sudden movement, her eyes open wide, staring into yours. A smile full of mischief on your face, "You want a baby right here?" Your hand trailed over her toned stomach "Then let me put one in there!" Your other hand reached for her ankle, lifting her leg over your shoulder. "Oh fuck..." her back arched off the soaked mattress, the new angle giving deeper access. Your hips moved back, then slammed forward again. A soft whimper escapes her lips, boobs jiggling from the force. "Again.... harder...." Her trembling hand reached for your hand resting on her waist, intertwining her fingers with yours. A soft smile formed on her lips, but quickly dissolved back into being open, gasping for air as your thrusts continued. "I... love... you... fuck..." your thrusts fasten, chasing release. "I'm close..." you groan, giving her leg that's been resting on your shoulder a kiss. Her words of love spur you on, leaning forward and pressing her leg down onto her chest, her other leg wrapped around your waist. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, foreheads pressed together. Staring into each other souls, as you pound into her. Yubin's soft moans like music to your ears, accompanied by the wet squelches from down below. "I'm... I'm close... again..." her face changed, eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open and gasping for air. Your own climax was right around the corner as well, every thrust edging you further. You can feel her walls clamp down again, squeezing your pistoning cock. "Cum for me, baby!"

Like flipping a switch, she came undone. "AHHHHHH! NGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Her legs shook, her grip on your hand tighter. A thick gush of creamy squirt drenched you and the sheets further. "Fuck..." you groaned looking down at the mess she was making, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Then finally, with one last deep thrust, you erupt, flooding her depths with your semen. You moan into her open mouth, bucking your hips with every spurt. Her nails rack over your back, leaving red trails. One last deep breath and you unloaded everything into her, filling her completely, some of it leaking out around your shaft. "So... full... wow..." both of you out of breath, the bed a mess. "Maybe... I was a... little pent up... oops..." she chuckles, "A little? Hah!" Slowly you pull your softening cock out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open a bit. A thick drop of your essence bubbled out, making comedic fart noises. You watched transfixed, "wow... I pumped you so full..." Suddenly her whole body shivered, followed by a soft golden stream of pee. "Oh my god... I'm sorry!" Embarrassed she covered her leaking hole, "No no, it's okay... that's... fucking hot!" Yubin smiled, exposing herself again. "Plus, Yooyeon & Jiyeon have pissed themselves so much, im desensitized now, Hah!" You both laughed, then she reached down, scooping some of the leaking mixture of semen & urine up. Her hand moved back up to her mouth, taking her slimy and wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean individually. "Mhmm..." she moaned tasting your combined essence, then releasing her fingers with a wet pop, "...delicious!"

——

“I heard she was sick during the exam week. It’s why she didn’t get top spot.”

“Really? I heard she’s already taking college classes. Her parents think it’s time she gets a challenging education. I mean it makes sense. She would be first if it wasn’t for that.”

You snap your pencil at that. Everyone looks at her and fawns over her and—

“Is the VP of the student council here?”

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a member of staff that helps run the student council with Yooyeon. Another thing she’s taken from you.

She sees you before you’re able to respond and walks briskly to your desk, dropping budgeting reports, applications, newsletters onto your worksheets. “Could you go over these with Yooyeon when you have the chance? Preferably today. Thanks,” she says as she leaves the classroom, not giving you time to reply.

You sigh before placing them inside your bag, already dreading the impromptu meeting.

——

Turns out she never made it to school. An hour on transportation lands you outside her apartment door. You knock on the door and ring the doorbell and when it finally opens you’re greeted by her mom.

“Oh! What are you doing here?” She says in that surprised tone you remember hearing when you were younger. You haven’t seen her in a long time and yet she’s still the same as she’s always been. You should visit more often, if it wasn’t for the fact she was the mother of your nemesis.

“Hi auntie, just came to talk to Yooyeon about something. School related. Is she here?” You reply, keeping it brief. The sooner you get these to her, the sooner you can get away from enemy territory.

“She’s at the convenience store right now. Come on in!” She ushers you inside before you could reply, directing you to Yooyeon’s room before leaving to prepare snacks.

You stand there awkwardly, unsure where to look or what to do. You expect her room to be filled with notes from various subjects, old cup noodles from studying sessions and books strewn across the room. Instead… it’s nice. In a way that if you were to guess the personality of someone based on their room, your first thought wouldn’t be number 1 at school. Books are neatly arranged on shelves, bed made as if no one’s slept on it, and fairy lights hanging around the room. Her scent is potent and surrounding you as if it doesn’t want to let you go, dizzying you.

You take the council files out of your bag, move swiftly to her desk and place it there. The computer suddenly comes to life, the mouse moving after placing the documents and on the screen you see something… unexpected. Something so different from the Yooyeon you know, something if certain people found out, would definitely be disappointed in. Something—

“What are you doing?”

Startled, you jump back, accidentally hitting the space bar and playing the video. An audition tape. Of Yooyeon introducing herself, moving close to the camera to play a song she begins dancing too. It’s… not great but you see her passion in the moves. Your chest tightens watching the tape, not recognising the Yooyeon you see on the screen. You lean closer to the monitor—

“HEY!”

It takes a moment before you can acknowledge anything— your brain still trying to process what you saw on the monitor. Yooyeon swiftly moves to the computer, pausing the tape and stares at you with fury in her eyes.

You take a proper look at her now. An oversized grey hoodie engulfs her small frame, the hood is up casting a shadow over her eyes. Her face is bare but even you have to admit she’s still beautiful. You figure she’s not the school’s goddess for no reason.

For a brief moment, you’re captivated by this version of her, your cheeks warming. This version isn’t the one that wears her uniform immaculately, isn’t the one that is surrounded by people who want something, isn’t the one that is paraded around by the school faculty. This version of Yooyeon looks tired of being the poster child, the perfectionist everyone expects her to be.

“You’re auditioning?” The question comes out of your mouth before you register what you’ve done. It’s obvious what she was doing. You didn’t need to ask; the way she narrows her eyes makes it clear this was supposed to be a secret.

“Yes I am”, she mutters under her breath. She doesn’t say anything more than that, not that you expect anymore. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. But something about her quick sentence and the tone she used irritated you.

You know about the expectations placed on her by her parents, how she’s supposed to go to university, how she’s supposed to follow in her parents footsteps and become a doctor or something medical related. You know from your parents that her parents are strict, that they have the next 20 years of her life planned out. And from the constant praise and the lack of outcry from Yooyeon herself, you expected her to follow that plan. The fact she has an audition tape catches you completely off guard.

You look at the door and then at Yooyeon, a plan formulating in your mind. You know it’s petty but you want to make her suffer and there’s only one way to do that. “AUNTIE!”, you move towards her bedroom door ready to spill the news except a hand flies over your mouth and legs are wrapped around your torso. You’re wearing a Yooyeon sized backpack and this backpack is pulling you away from the door and back to the centre of the room. She’s freakishly strong or you’re embarrassingly weak because she’s got you stuck unable to move at all.

“Is everything okay in there?”, her mother asks from behind the closed door.

“Everything’s fine! Don’t worry!”, she replies in return, her grip on you still as tight as ever preventing you from escaping her grasp. At some point you give up trying to remove her and instead focus on not dropping her. You feel her breath tickling your ear, her perfume—soft and sweet—surrounds you until she is all you can smell. Her grip tightens around your shoulders, her body pressed firmly against yours, and your head goes all fuzzy from all the contact. This isn’t a situation you’ve been in before and you wish you could share this with anyone besides Yooyeon, your rival. (You had to remind yourself what your relationship with her is)

Once her mother’s footsteps retreat back to the kitchen, Yooyeon leans into your ear whispering, “I’m letting you go now. Don’t do anything stupid.” You move a couple steps away once she climbs off. Your face still red from her close proximity and heartbeat racing. You breathe in deeply in an attempt to lower your heart rate. It doesn’t work.

“Listen. You can’t tell anyone about this, especially my parents. They would freak out.”

“Why should I help you? Keeping this a secret doesn’t benefit me at all.” You reply.

You watch her sigh loudly, her composure replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her eyes scan your face, looking for anything in your expression that she could use.

“What do you want?” She asks, gritting her teeth. She hates this. This predicament she finds herself in, that she needs to rely on someone to keep a secret. And you? You could leave, promise to keep it a secret and never interact with her again. But you remember the rankings, the stolen presidency on the school council, how she seems to be better than you in everything. You’re not going to make it easy for her. Definitely not.

“Well—“

——

The next time you see her was in the school’s library, sitting at a table in the middle, far from other students (as the number one student, the faculty made sure no one would bother her during study sessions).

You scan the place, looking for a table to study at to no avail. The only seat left was at Yooyeon’s table. Normally you wouldn’t entertain being near her. You could leave and study someplace else but she’s alone right now and the dirt you have has made you confident. She wouldn’t kick you off her table. Right?

You approach opposite of where she’s sat, placing your bag to an adjacent chair and sitting across from her. She pauses her writing, glances up at you for a second before returning to her study material.

“I have a question.”

“What?” She doesn’t glance at you, focused on the paper in front of her.

“Why do you want to be an idol?” You whisper.

“Because I want to.”

“But why?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“Don’t your parents have a 20 year plan for you or something?” She doesn’t reply. You saw her shoulders tense the moment you asked the question, how she’s suddenly more interested in the paper in front of her. Any normal person would drop this, change the subject. Not you though.

“Come on, answer the question. Or would you prefer if I— OW!” You shout, causing nearby students to turn to your direction. You glare at Yooyeon, still focused on the paper, whilst you lean down and soothe your shin. You can’t believe she just kicked you. And it really fucking hurts too.

The librarian comes over and shushes you, apparently you’re the only one at fault here. You glance over at Yooyeon and see the corners of her mouth raise gently. You narrow your eyes at her, ignoring the sudden tightening in your chest. You lean closer, “Look, if you want me to keep it a secret, give me an answer.”

She loses her smile at that and suddenly, you have the urge to bring it right back. “You know the answer already. I’ve done everything for my parents. I just wanted something for myself,” she mumbles softly.

The words sit between you.

A look of confusion lands on your face. She has everything; the scores, the popularity, the acknowledgement that you desperately crave and she wants to throw it all away to be an idol?

You look at her, really look at her. You see her knuckles whiten as she tightens her grip on the pen, her breathing now measured and her face devoid of any emotion. You remember how she tensed up when you spoke about her parents, how she lost her smile around this topic. She’s gone back into her shell.

You know this feeling; of wanting something that feels out of reach, something that you only wish you can have but are too afraid to put it into action so you stay in your lane because that’s where you’re safe from failure.

You remember that version of her in her room, that sudden burst of energy trying to prevent you from spilling her secret and her passion through her dancing on the audition tape. You want to see that version of her again, not the one you see in front of you.

“I’ll help you.”

She freezes at your words and whips her head up to look at you. Her eyes bore into yours, looking for any deceit in your expression. “What?”

“I said I’ll help you. I’ll keep it a secret from your parents and cover for you.”

Yooyeon keeps staring at you, as if still processing what you’ve said. Your cheeks slowly turn red from the attention you’re receiving. You never noticed how beautiful her eyes are; dark and deep with emotion. You could get lost in them if you let yourself. You snap yourself out of it, coughing and looking away before your cheeks get any more warmer than they already are.

The librarian returns, admonishing you, giving you one last chance or she’ll kick you out of the library. You didn’t listen to what she was saying, focusing on keeping your heart rate in check. Once your heart rate was at an acceptable level, you turn to face her again.

“Why?” She whispers.

Your throat tightens. You wished she didn’t ask you this. You look down at the table, tracing the graffiti found on it hoping it gives you an answer.

Why?

Because I liked seeing that version of you.

“Why else? So I can make the number one spot mine,” you mumble quickly. “If my rival is focused on launching her idol career, I can—“

“I never thought of you as my rival.” She interrupts evenly.

You blink, not sure if you properly heard her. Not your rival? What was the point of all the late night study sessions, comparing your rankings? She didn’t even notice you. Your heart beats faster, whether from fury or embarrassment you couldn’t tell. You wanted to argue against that, to show that you two were in fact rivals in all but name.

You cleared your throat loudly, ready to refute but the librarian arrives before you can utter another word. You were too loud for a final time and are now being kicked out of the library. As you exit the library, your phone vibrates, a message from Yooyeon:

Thank you.

Just those two words and your chest feels a lot lighter.

Annoyingly so.

——

Yooyeon: What’s taking you so long?

You: Sorry. Got held up at the convenience store. 5 mins.

You send the text before putting your phone away, your other hand gripping tightly onto your backpack strap, knuckles turning white. You wait impatiently for the crosswalk light to turn green before running to the local dance studio.

A couple of months have passed since that day in the library and whatever this thing is between you has become steady.

Yooyeon: Did you even consider the answer structure I sent you?

You: All the points are in there. Why do I need to structure my answer if it just means more writing

Yooyeon: I got two extra marks than you.

You: WHAT?! WHY?!

Yooyeon: Because I structured my answer.

Gone were the days of one word replies. Now your chats are filled with shared schedules, studying tips, conversations about answer structures and the occasional painfully unfunny meme that neither of you understood but decided to share anyway.

Studying together becomes routine. Every Tuesday, you claim the same table at the library and clutter it with notes, pens and highlighters. At some point, you moved from sitting across from her to sitting beside her (sharing notes is easier this way). She corrects your answer structure and you test her on key topics until both of you burn out.

When the new rankings came out, the pair of you stared at the board. She reclaimed her top spot. It hurts but the feeling is fainter than before.

“You owe me lunch.”

“Why?”

“Because I let you take that place back.”

You walked off before she had time to refute.

——

You push the door hard, slamming it against the wall, hands on your knees panting before walking to the back of the room and removing your backpack.

“You’re late.”

“Only by a minute,” you say through plenty of deep breaths.

She’s staring at you pointedly, her eyes demanding an explanation, arms crossed and her right foot slightly tapping to the beat of the background music in the studio.

“Because I went to grab this,” you unzip your backpack to show her a roll of gimbap and an iced tea. “I bet you haven’t eaten since you got here huh?”

Her gaze softens at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach again. She walks over, turns and presses her back against the wall before sliding down to sit beside you.

“Thank you,” she mutters softly as she reaches out for the food still in your hand, unwrapping it before taking a piece. She slides the roll of gimbap on the floor so that it sits between you both. You steal a glance at her but she isn’t looking your way. You grab a piece before staring in the same direction she is. The silence didn’t feel awkward like before. Instead, it feels… heavy. Like tension waiting to break.

You cough, trying to break the tension. “So… what’s the plan today?”

Yooyeon swallows roughly, like she wasn’t ready for the question. You unscrew the cap and pass the bottle of iced tea before she starts choking.

“Well… I want to get the dance routine down before we tape it. Everything’s good… just this particular part I don’t get.”

“Alright, sounds good. Let me know when you want to start recording.” You grab the camera and tripod from your backpack, setting it up in front of the mirror facing her. You make the necessary adjustments, ensuring she’s in frame and in focus. Before moving to the side, you catch a glimpse of her in the camera, stretching. Her t-shirt rides up, exposing her stomach. It’s suddenly too warm in the studio. You adjust a tripod that no longer needs adjusting.

Five minutes into a video about differentiation and integration from a well-renowned teacher, you hear grunts and growls of annoyance from Yooyeon. Pulling out your earphones, you look up to see her beautiful face marred by lines of frustration. You ignore that though immediately as you stand up and move towards her.

“Everything okay?”

“I just… I just can’t seem to get this move right.”

You watch the video with her, trying to ignore the sound of her heavy breathing beside you. The move itself looked easy from your novice eyes. “Show me.”

She glances at you then returns her attention to her phone screen. “Do you even know how to dance?”

“No. But I can tell you where you’re going wrong. Now show me,” you insist.

You play the video and almost immediately see where she’s going wrong. “You’re doing it wrong here.”

You walk towards her, replaying the dance on the phone. “Look. You’re moving too early here and…” you stand slightly behind her. “You’re rotating too early. The power comes from here—”

Without thinking, you place your hand on her shoulders. She stills at your contact. You don’t.

“Don’t lead with your arms. Let your core pull you first.” Your hands shift lower—just slightly—to her waist, guiding her turn. “There. Try it.”

She inhales sharply. You pretend you don’t notice, pretend you don’t feel her warmth.

You start the music again. “Three, two, one—pivot.” She turns, your hands steady at her waist guiding her through it, the movement becomes a lot cleaner and she moves a lot closer to you.

Too close.

Her back is pressed against your chest, your hands still holding her waist.

“See?” You whisper softly. “You had it.”

She doesn’t move away. Instead, she stares at the reflection in the mirror, her eyes finding yours in the glass.

Something shifts.

It takes a moment before the position she finds herself in dawns on her face. “Again,” she says abruptly.

“What—“

Yooyeon begins to pivot, catching you off guard and in the process, trips over your foot.

A gasp escapes from both of you, a tangle of limbs and a soft thud echoes in the studio. You both fall to the ground—you on top of her. One hand still on her waist, now even more exposed with her T-shirt riding up. The other cradles the back of her head, cushioning the fall. One of her hands is braced against the floor beside her, the other is splayed against your chest.

Silence.

The music still plays in the background.

Neither of you move.

You can feel her breathing. Fast.

Your heart is beating so loudly you’re sure she can feel it.

“You—“ she starts.

“I wasn’t—“

You both stop.

Her face is just inches away, you can see a dusting of pink spread across her cheeks. You’re so close that one small move—

A phone rings, breaking the spell. Her phone.

She pushes you off her and scrambles to her phone.

“Hey mom…”

You don’t listen to her conversation, your mind still reeling on what just happened.

“I have to go,” she declares.

Before you can say another word, she grabs her bags and walks out the studio briskly. You stare at her retreating form before lying back down on the floor, trying to calm your beating heart.

After a couple of minutes, you push yourself up to check the camera.

The red light blinks.

It recorded everything.

——

You’re early for your study session with Yooyeon, notebooks, textbooks and pencil already on the table before you see her arrive. You haven’t spoken since the incident at the dance studio and not for a lack of trying. Plenty of times you find yourself typing out a text only to delete it and throw your phone far away from you.

She stands at the head of the table for a good while before you turn to face her. Almost immediately after locking eyes, she turns away, head down and sat down on the other side of the table.

There’s a clear divide between you two, one you didn’t want to dwell on. You attempt to focus on your studies, head buried in a chemistry textbook about bonds between atoms yet you can’t seem to absorb any information on the page, finding yourself reading the same passage three, four, five times.

Your mind wanders. Back to the studio, back to the recording. You never deleted it, instead kept it safe on your computer back home. You don’t know why you decided to keep it, you can’t even force yourself to watch it.

You’re brought back to reality when you hear a faint knocking on the table.

“Do you have the answer sheet from the English exam a couple of weeks ago?”

“Uh… yeah,” you mutter before rummaging through your bag to look for it.

Once you found it, you hand it over to her, only to freeze. Your hands gently touch. Yooyeon startles at this, staring into your eyes when you glance up to her face. Both of your eyes move to the point of contact before you both quickly retract your hands and look away.

Knowing her, she would forget about the answer sheet and focus on something else and you were right, with how she refuses to look up from her paper. You slide the answers over until she sees it in her peripheral. She discreetly glances at you but you’re already looking into your textbook, reading the same passage for the sixth time.

After ten minutes of nothing, you got up, grabbed your water bottle and headed for the water fountain outside the library. You figured some fresh air would do some good. You notice a minute later that Yooyeon decided to join you, her own water bottle in hand. You subconsciously slow down to allow her to catch up.

The walk to the water fountain felt longer than it usually is, the silence between you stretching as the awkwardness, and your anxiety, grows. You need to break the tension before either of you decide that going back to your previous relationship was better than this.

“I’m sorry—“

“I didn’t—“

You both pause mid-step, turning to each other.

“About last—“

“The step—“

You both cut yourself off. Her cheeks gain a slightly pink tint whilst your ears start to go red. You stare at each other for a while; you notice her grip on her water bottle has tightened with how white her knuckles were, how her other hand has started pinching the back of her left hand.

Your mind won’t stop circling back to the dance studio.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear her laugh; an awkward, slightly forced laugh.

“We’re both being stupid, aren’t we?” She says.

“Y-yeah,” you reply, hand going to the back of your neck.

Both of you continue the walk to the water fountain in step, still in silence yet considerably less heavy.

“How is the studying going?” She asks. You’ve reached the water fountain, already filling the bottle.

“Terrible. Haven’t been able to concentrate,” you don’t tell her the reason, she knows why. You extend your hand out towards her as you finish filling your bottle. She hesitates for a second before giving you her bottle to fill.

“Me too,” she replies soon after.

You hand her water bottle back, fingers briefly touching each other but instead of a quick pull back, she allows her fingers to linger there.

“How about we forget about studying today? Maybe grab something to eat?”

She looks up at you briefly, her eyes scanning your face before relief washes over her. “Sure.”

You both head back to the library, close enough to brush shoulders and feeling lighter than ever since the dance studio.

“Can I keep the answer sheet for a week?”

“Hmm? Oh the English answer sheet? Sure.”

——

“Get that one. Oh and get that one too. It’s a 1+1 deal.”

You exhale tiredly as you grab the gimbap, drinks and eggs before adding them to the basket already containing ramyeon. “Is there anything else you want?” You ask, making your way to the register.

“Nope,” she says happily, walking alongside you. The weather is a lot colder now than before. You can tell by how Yooyeon covers herself tightly in a coat that dwarves her frame. You see a woolly hat as you walk down an aisle and decide to grab it before she notices.

After paying, you find her on a table by the window, ramyeon warm and ready for you.

You sit down next to her. The food smells delicious but you wait before eating; you don’t want to burn yourself after all. You stare out the window, all foggy because of the contrasting temperatures from the outside and here. Snowflakes have begun to fall gently, though it’s difficult to see with the fluorescent lighting from the store, coating the ground white.

It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, you feel like you can stay in this moment forever. Until Yooyeon disturbs your thoughts, inhaling her food loudly. You turn to face her, incredulous. She’s never done this in front of you, eating as if this were her first meal in a long time. You watch her eat, watch how her face moves closer to the ramyeon, watch the mess she makes on her side of table, on her coat and her face.

You can’t help but smile.

She pauses when she notices you haven’t started eating yet. “What?” She asks, mouth still full.

“Why do you eat like that?”

She gulps loudly. “Like what?”

“You’re inhaling your food like Kirby.”

“What? No I’m not.”

You laugh at her indignation, surprised at seeing this different persona of hers. Unconsciously, you grab a napkin to wipe some broth from her chin.

You’re too busy laughing to see the effect it had on her, how she stilled at the contact, breath hitching, cheeks turning pink like Kirby.

Your laughter fades when you realise how close the two of you are—your hand resting gently at her chin, unmoving. You look up to her eyes as they narrow at you, “Eat. Before it gets cold.”

You let go, reluctantly. You turn and focus on the food in front of you, refusing to look at her as she continues eating. You notice you haven’t moved further away and neither has she.

You finally take a careful bite, broth still a little hot. She finishes her food, wipes her hands on a napkin, then pulls her phone out, scrolling aimlessly while sneaking glances at you eating.

Before long, the bowls soon sit empty between you. Neither of you moves. The store now quiet; save for the hum of the fluorescent lights. Outside, the snow falls heavier, settling.

You press your finger to the window and begin to draw mindlessly. You laugh softly as you draw a lopsided bunny, a poorly proportioned dog, a penguin.

Beside you, Yooyeon stops her scrolling to look.

Not at the drawings.

At you.

You keep doodling on the window, the snow falling heavier outside. In the reflection of the glass, you catch her gaze on you.

You don’t comment.

“You should go home. Before it gets worse.”

She blinks. “Wh—what?”

You smile softly. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

You stand, tidying your mess and hers, before grabbing your coat, ready to brace the cold.

When the both of you step outside, the cold hits immediately—sharp and biting—but Yooyeon doesn’t flinch.

She gasps.

“Wow… it’s so pretty.”

She moves a few steps ahead and starts bouncing on her toes, giggling with excitement. She starts to slowly spin in place, arms wrapped around herself against the cold until you catch a glimpse of her face.

Her eyes are mesmerised, shaped like crescent moons, her lips parted enough to see her breath in the cold night. The falling snow softly lands atop her hair.

She looks… happy. At ease. Like all her worries are gone.

For a moment, you can’t breathe. Watching her has made your chest warm and you can’t help the smile on your face.

You’ve been smiling a lot around her lately.

And that burning desire to beat her is just a flicker.

When she stops to look at you, her hair is full of snowflakes, her nose tinged pink from the cold.

You step closer.

Close enough that your breaths mingle in the winter air.

You stay silent at first. Just lift your hand and gently brush the snowflakes from her hair, fingers lingering longer than they should.

She doesn’t move away.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the woolly hat, tear the tag off and settle it carefully over her head. Your hands tuck stray strands of hair behind her ears and adjust it slightly.

It’s just snow. It’s just a hat. You reason with yourself weakly.

“What’s this?” She asks softly.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t freeze.” You murmur.

She blinks up at you.

Snow softly falls on your shoulders, melting slowing through the fabric, the cold seeping in, reminding you that this isn’t a dream.

Yooyeon rises up on her toes—a lot closer now—and brushes your hair of snowflakes in return.

“You should’ve bought one for yourself.”

“I could only afford one.” You joke.

She smiles again at you, her eyes returning to that crescent shape you’re starting to grow fond of. Your heart beats faster at the closeness and you feel her breath rapidly.

You watch her swallow and break eye contact.

She steps back first.

You breathe out slowly, like stepping away from a ledge.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

She turns and starts walking, snow crunching under her shoes.

You fall in step beside her.

Your hand occasionally brushes hers.

This time, hers doesn’t move away.

Neither does yours.

——

You’re sat in front of your computer watching the audition tape for the umpteenth time.

You’ve been editing for the past two hours. It’s good. Clean. Definitely better than the first tape you recorded. If you were honest, you could’ve sent the tape as is, but knowing Yooyeon, she’d want it perfect. So, you delete some takes at the start, remove some of the background audio, overlay some music and done.

It’s all part of the process. The same routine you’ve gone through hundreds of times. Yooyeon in front of the camera—smiling, performing, saying her lines. Her movements are smoother, transitions seamless. The perfect performer.

You pause right after she finishes the dance, after she says her final remarks. You’re meant to delete this part but you can’t bring yourself to.

She’s exhausted, skin flushed and breathing heavily—but she’s smiling. Eyes crinkling. Unfiltered.

You lean back in your chair. Your mouse hovering over the cut button.

Your stomach starts growling. You check your alarm clock beside you. It’s past midnight. You stand, arms above your head as you stretch before moving to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

You stare into a cupboard, realise there’s nothing in there and head to the sink instead.

As you stood there, faucet open and filling a glass, you start wondering when things started to change. Before, you would never glance her way. Now? She’s the first person you look for. You make sure she looks good in her audition tape, help her master the moves during those sessions in the dance studio.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when the glass starts overflowing. You sigh wearily, turning the faucet off while taking a huge swig of water before heading back to your room.

You sit at your desk, watching the tape again. It’s good enough that she’ll get noticed.

Your chest tightens at the thought—just slightly.

You want her to succeed.

Of course you do.

A vibration on your desk interrupts your thoughts.

Yooyeon: How’s the tape?

You: It’s good. Think it’s ready to be sent.

Yooyeon: Yeah? Send it to me when it’s ready.

Yooyeon: And thank you. For doing this.

Your heart does that familiar fluttering again as you reread her message two, three times, your grip on the glass tightening without realising.

You put your phone down and exhale loudly.

You return the video to the start and watch it again before sending it to her.

——

“Si—Since when did you start wearing glasses?” Yooyeon stammers as you approach her in front of the school gate.

“Always. Forgot my contacts today. Do I look okay?”

“Ye—yeah. You look… good.”

You notice how she steals glances as you walk to the main building together.

You also notice the slight pink tinge adorning her cheeks.

——

You briskly move through the crowd in the hallway.

You hear the whispers from your classmates, see their reactions but you ignore them as best you could.

When you reach the rankings, you find her standing there, staring at the board.

“Guess she finally slipped.”

You stand next to her, scanning the board not for your name but hers.

It isn’t at its usual spot.

You frown.

So you scan lower.

Past second. Past third.

Your jaw tightens.

Lower.

Number 11.

Kim Yooyeon.

There’s a flicker, an old and ugly part of you that wanted this. That wanted her name beneath yours.

It dies just as quickly.

You turn to face her.

She’s still staring but you see her shoulders tense and her hands tremble slightly.

“Yooyeon…”

“I have to go.”

You see the mask return before she’s moving past you, the space between you suddenly unfamiliar.

She doesn’t glance back.

You faintly hear congratulations from behind.

You don’t acknowledge it.

——

The routine doesn’t shatter; it thins out until it’s no more.

You still go to the library, still sit at the same table, keep all your notes neat and on one side in hopes to see her here again.

It doesn’t.

The empty chair now a monument of the growing distance between you.

Your phone stays on the table next to you, every ping feeling different than before. They’re no longer memes, philosophical debates or domestic texts; they’re cold and straight to the point, ending any conversation before they truly began.

Yooyeon: Can’t.

Yooyeon: Too busy. Studying.

You always wanted this. To be number one. To have no one question it. Now that you have it? It feels hollow.

You used to study to beat her. Now you study because it’s the only thing you know how to do.

——

After another fruitless study session, you decide to leave early and head home. As you walk towards the entrance, you stare at your phone, at the last message you sent to her. Read.

You contemplate a while; should you message her again? Leave her be? You decide to push forward, to message her one more time.

You stop at the gate when you hear her voice. And her parents.

“…did you get in this situation in the first place?” Her dad.

“This is not the time to be distracted.” Her mom.

Your chest begins to feel heavy as you continue to listen, back pressed against the wall, making sure they can’t see you.

“We had a plan for you Yooyeon. Are you just going to throw it all away?”

“Of course not,” she replies emotionless, “it won’t happen again.”

“You’ve always known what matters.”

“I know.” She mutters tiredly, voice almost a whisper.

You don’t bother to listen to the rest of the conversation, instead taking a deep breath to steel yourself before pulling your hood up and putting your earphones in. You tighten the strap of your backpack before moving off the wall. A sharp, chilly breeze moves against you as you start walking in the other direction.

——

You sit at your desk at home, staring blankly at the textbook in front of you, pen in hand. You reread a passage for the third time but the words don’t stick, like a puzzle your brain can’t solve. The pen feels heavy, your wrist numb from writing so much. You look down at your notes and find you’ve written the same thing three times. The pen clatters to the table, hands removing your glasses before pressing the heels into your eyes. You take a deep breath, eyes drifting towards the mini calendar.

2 weeks until the exam.

Your phone lights up from a notification—not from her. You check the time.

2am.

You exhale shakily. Your heart begins to pound, loud enough to drown the hum of your computer. The air feels thinner somehow. You inhale once—twice—three times but it doesn’t feel enough. You reach for the glass of water, taking a big gulp to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help much.

You stand on shaky legs and move towards the bathroom, careful not to wake anyone.

Standing over the sink, you turn the faucet on before splashing water on your face. You look up and stare at your reflection.

For a moment, you don’t recognise the face staring back at you. The eyes look hollow, dark bags underneath them. Your skin is paler than usual and cheeks are gaunt.

You return to your room, to your desk littered with mock exams, empty coffee cans piling up beside your lamp. You check your phone again, at the alarms. 5:30, 5:45, 6:00–just in case.

You’ve done everything correctly, followed a tight schedule. Stepped back when you were supposed to. So why does it feel like you’re falling further behind?

——

When you enter the classroom for study period, it feels louder than usual. Pens scrapping against paper, chairs against hardwood floors and the hum of the fluorescent lights above consume you.

Your hood’s up, eyes down avoiding the looks from your classmates as you make your way to your desk. You hear their whispers but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You’re not sure if you want to know.

As soon as you settle, you begin working on a practice paper, meticulously writing answers and checking notes. Except you don’t remember what you’ve just written. You look down and see a mess. The answers are too long, ignoring the structure she provided. The handwriting is ineligible, barely coherent.

A faint ringing creeps into your ears, manageable for now. You press your fingers into your temple hoping it will stop. It doesn’t. Your pen slips out of your hand, clattering onto the floor. You inhale sharply, chest tightening. You blink, trying to steady yourself. The words on the page shifting under your gaze.

“Here, You dropped this.”

You watch as a hand reaches out, placing your pen back onto your desk before retreating, unbothered.

“Thanks,” you manage, voice rough.

They’ve already turned around back to their own paper.

The ringing is still persistent, but it dulls—like it’s moved further away. You inhale carefully, trying to gain some semblance of control. Incoherent sentences and messy handwriting stare back at you.

You can’t do this. Not now.

You stand up quickly, the chair wobbling for a moment before you caught it. The movement was too fast, you stay stationary to adjust. A few heads turn towards you.

You ignore them, pulling your hood further over your head as you head out the classroom.

The hallway feels colder.

Conversation’s echoing, shoes squeaking against the polished floors. Every sound feels sharpened, more intense.

You keep your head down and walk.

One step after another.

Your hands shoved in your pockets, shoulders hunched over.

You don’t notice the way she slows when she sees you.

Or how her expression falters.

——

She’s halfway to the classroom when she hears your name. She wouldn’t have paid attention otherwise.

“Have you seen him lately?” Someone says.

She slows without meaning to.

“Yeah. He looks a lot paler now.”

Another voice chimes in.

“I know right? And he barely pays attention.”

She stops, trying to listen to more, but they’ve changed topics leaving her uncomfortable.

She tells herself they’re exaggerating. That you’re always intense when it comes to studying.

Still. A small part of her worries.

She continues to the classroom, fingers tightening on the textbooks taken from the library.

And then she sees you.

Her steps falter.

No one else seems to notice. But she knows you. The way your shoulders fold inwards, how your hood is pulled low, shadowing your eyes. You hate wearing it like that. She knows you do.

She stops. She tries to call out to you only for your name to die in her throat.

You don’t look at her.

You don’t slow down.

She can only stare as you walk past her.

——

When she enters for the afternoon study period, you’re already sat at your desk, head down, writing furiously.

She makes her way to her desk, only to pause. She glances at you, at how your hoodie swallows your frame, how your knees bounce rapidly. She walks past her usual desk, past you and settles somewhere behind.

From her place, she watches you. Practice exam forgotten, pencil case still closed. She watches the slight tremor of your hand, the furious way you rub your eyes, how you tear the page from pressing too hard.

She wonders when you last slept.

Her thoughts get interrupted when she notices a classmate walk up to you, asking a question she can’t hear. She sees you try to help but hears grunts of frustration, tearing of paper to start again. Eventually they leave, saying they’d find someone else to help.

You’re good at explaining. She should know.

She startles when the bell rings. Looking down at her still-closed exam, she sighs. She hears the scrape of the chair moving backwards as you begin to pack up your things. She packs her things slower than you, still watching as you get up to leave without glancing back.

——

She hesitates in front of your door, pacing back and forth. Your mom let her in just as she was leaving for grocery shopping. It’s just you and Yooyeon.

You jump when you hear the door to your room opening, eyes widening at seeing her in what feels like forever.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“H-hi. W-what are you doing here?”

You don’t give her the opportunity to answer.

“Gi-give me a minute. Please.”

“I-I need to finish this. The answer n-needs to be perfect. I need to-to…”

Your breathing turns uneven, the rest of the sentence dissolving.

Your hand starts shaking violently, the pen rattling against your notebook, ruining your answer. Your other hand clamps over it, an attempt to keep it steady. You try to take deep breaths to calm down. It doesn’t help.

You stare at your hand, willing it to stop shaking. It only trembles harder.

You don’t notice how close she is to you until her fingers gently wrap around yours. Warm. Steady. The shaking doesn’t stop but it slows.

You stare at the point of contact, watching as she carefully pries the pen from your hand before placing it gently onto your desk.

The chair rolls away from the desk as she pushes it. You don’t argue. Your knees wobble as she pulls you up and for a second, you’re afraid you’ll fall.

Her hand tightens around yours as she leads you to bed.

You struggle to meet her eyes as you sat down. You squeeze her hand to steady your breathing.

Your chest rises and falls unevenly. You try and look anywhere but at her.

Eventually, you shut your eyes and lean forward, your forehead hovering before resting against her stomach.

Her perfume surrounds you, familiar and calming.

Your fingers loosen around hers, arms falling, laying flat against your legs as you release a shaky breath.

She brings her hands to your head, her fingers threading slowly through your hair, steady and careful.

You stay like this for a while.

Your breathing eventually evens out, the tremor in your shoulders fading.

Only when the room quietens does she move, slowly pulling away.

You look up, already missing her warmth, your hand twitches like you were going to reach for her before returning to your lap.

Yooyeon doesn’t leave the room. Instead, she grabs the waste bin beside your desk, clearing the empty coffee cans and the crumpled notes, all your books stacked and moved back to the shelves above.

She returns to your side, not a moment later and sits beside you. She quietly takes hold of your hand before carefully threading her fingers through yours.

You sit there in silence, the pair of you. The only sound being the hum from the computer and your breathing.

You know she shouldn’t be here, that she’s defying her parents by being here. That there will be consequences.

But she came anyway.

You feel her gently caress the back of your hand with her thumb and that warmth returns. You close your eyes again, not to calm yourself but to focus on the person beside you; her breathing, her touch, her warmth.

Before you know it, she moves closer, leaning her head onto your shoulder. You stiffen—still not used to the contact—before letting yourself lean into it.

——

You’d been coming to the local library these past few days, the usual noise of panicking students replaced with soft hums of pages turning and the occasional pen scratching against paper.

You look up towards the entrance when you hear it open and see her, carrying a plastic bag of snacks and a pillow under her arm. You tilt your head in confusion, “What’s with the pillow?

“For you. I’m making sure you get enough rest. Even if it’s in a library.”

Your face softens as you continue watching her. She takes the snacks out the plastic bag, arranging them neatly on the table, textbooks and notes placed neatly between you the pillow stuffed onto a chair beside her.

“Here. Drink this.”

You take the bottle of water from her, silently thankful it wasn’t another can of coffee. You’re not sure you can drink another can in your life.

A small part of you feels guilty.

After that day in your room, you found out her parents were livid she missed a private tutor session to see you. She argued with them, much to your surprise, even telling them her dream to become an idol, that she wanted no part of their 20 year plan.

You didn’t hear from her for a couple of days. Worry began gnawing at you until she sent a meme late at night.

What happened? Are you okay?

Yeah. Just had an argument with my parents.

Because of me?

You remember watching the three dots, waiting for what seemed like forever.

Because I told them what I should’ve told them ages ago. They were angry at first but I convinced them. As long as I pass this exam, I can try out.

You feel a pen being tapped lightly on your head.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, a small smile on her face, her eyes turning into that crescent shape you’re beginning to love.

“N-nothing. Just how to answer this question,” you manage to stutter.

She peers into your question paper. “For this, you need to…”

You don’t listen to her anymore. You can’t. She’s leaning closer to you now. Your eyes drift to her face—to the little mole on her nose, to the soft curve of her lips as she explains, the way her hair catches the light from the library window.

“…so if you solve for this equation first, the rest should follow naturally,” she murmurs softly, as if it was only meant for you. She looks to you, a smile adorning her features as she catches you staring.

You cough, throat suddenly dry before nodding, eyes returning to the paper and working through the problem. What did she say again?

After nearly two hours, the words in the textbook begin to blur together. You lay your pen down and bring your hands to your eyes, rubbing them.

You feel her hand on your shoulder, “Hey,” she murmurs.

You blink, trying to focus. “I’m awake.”

Without another word, she removes your notes, replacing them with the pillow.

“Take a break.”

“We’re in a library.”

“Exactly. No one’s going to notice.”

You try to argue but one look from her tells you you’re not winning.

When you finally rest your head against the pillow, you hear the gentle rustle of paper beside you as Yooyeon continues studying.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you feel her fingers gently brush your hair.

——

You wake to a gentle tapping of a pen against the table.

For a moment, you forget where you are.

The sunlight from a setting sun spills across the table. You hear pens scratching against paper, pages from books turning.

“Look who’s awake.”

You blink a few times, your vision focusing on her. Her head resting upon her palm, gaze fixed on you.

You lift your head slightly from the pillow. “Have you been watching me sleep?”

You see her cheeks turn pink but her eyes don’t shift, still focused firmly on you.

“Maybe for a bit.”

Your ears turn red at the confession. You sit up straight, clearing your throat before sliding the pillow towards her.

“You should’ve woken me.”

She shakes her head.

“No, you need rest. You study too much. Someone has to make sure you don’t overdo it.”

You pause. Her voice was softer than usual.

“…Thanks.”

She doesn’t respond.

You look over and see a small smile on her lips as she looks down at her notes.

You continue to stare, the paper from before your nap long forgotten.

She must’ve felt your eyes on her.

“Quit staring. Get back to work,” she laughs under her breath, eyes focused on her own paper.

——

Soon enough, the exam arrives.

Rows on rows of desks fill the classroom, paper face down as the proctor explains the exam rules. You see your classmates bouncing their knees, swallowing water as if they haven’t drank in forever and some fiddling with their pencils.

Across the room, Yooyeon is sat two rows ahead.

She turns slightly in her chair.

Just enough to get a glance at you.

For a moment, your eyes meet.

She raises her fist slightly—a small sign of encouragement.

You nod once.

Then the papers are flipped over.

And the exam begins.

——

The exam ends.

Time continues as it always does—quietly, without permission.

Graduation comes and goes.

Applications are sent.

And somewhere between the early morning lectures and the late night meals, Yooyeon begins appearing everywhere.

——

“I got in.”

Both of you are on the floor in her room, scrolling aimlessly through your phones. Her head laid in your lap.

“What?”

She sits up abruptly, almost taking you out.

“They saw the tape. They want me to join a program. If I progress far enough, I get to debut.”

She stares at you. Like she can’t believe it herself.

“Wow. Wow. Wow!”

You get up from the floor, pulling her with you before you wrap your arms around her, lifting and spinning her.

You gently place her back down, your arms still around her waist, hers on your shoulders. You’re really close now, closer than you’ve ever been before. Your breaths mingling in the little space between you.

“You did it.” You whisper.

For the first time, her face can’t control the emotions etched upon it.

Her hands slide from your shoulders before wrapping around your waist, burying her face in your chest as you held her.

——

Years later, Yooyeon stands outside your apartment. Her hands fidget with her sleeves as she contemplates knocking on your door.

Naturally, you both grew apart.

Daily texts became weekly.

Weekly became occasional check ins.

Eventually, most of what you knew about Yooyeon came from a screen.

Before she’s able to make a decision, you appear from the elevator, plastic bags in hand.

“H-hi.”

“Yooyeon… what are you doing here?”

“I-I got your address from your parents. I have a couple days off. I wanted to see you.”

You stare at her. Watching her on TV never did her justice.

“Come in.”

She moves aside, giving you access to keypad before following you in.

You move to the kitchen, placing the plastic bags atop the counter. You’re suddenly fully aware how small your apartment actually is.

“Have you had anything to eat?”

After glancing around your bare apartment, she finally meets your eyes. She shakes her head.

“I’ll make you something.”

You start unloading the bags, setting the ingredients out on the counter and shelving the rest. You walk to the sink, washing your hands before grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You turn around. She’s sat at the counter now. You move to give her the glass.

“Do you need help?”

A small smile breaks out.

“I’m okay. I’ve seen the videos.”

Her eyes widen at your confession.

“You did?”

You can’t stop the smile from widening. “Of course. Who beats eggs like that? Did you do it for the content?”

You watch as her face flushes in embarrassment, her hands moving to cover them.

——

“Take a look around, I’m almost done here.”

You grab the remaining empty plates between the two of you before heading to the sink to wash them.

She takes her time, looking around your own space. It’s minimal—couch, TV, a table makes up most of your living room. Very different from the dorms where you struggle to even walk.

Her wandering eventually leads her to your bedroom. It’s a lot cosier than the room you grew up in. Soft lighting brings an air of warmth. Your bed, slightly crumpled, has one too many pillows on top.

She walks over to your desk. The same desk you had growing up but instead of calendars and coffee cans, a picture of the both of you sat proudly. It was taken before her debut. The pair of you sported big smiles but your eyes told a different story; that whatever this was between you had to end now.

She looks up to the shelves beside the desk and sees all her albums, all in a row. Her lightstick displayed proudly too. Paper tickets from her concerts and from music shows all occupy the same space.

Her chest tightens at your quiet support, retreating until she bumps into the desk behind, waking the computer.

She looks over to the screen and sees a single video in a folder.

audition_4.mp4

Curiosity got the better of her and she plays the video.

It was that day in the studio. The first time you helped with a dance move.

She watches the video in its entirety; the moment you walk over, when your hands graze her waist, the heavy breathing from both of you before the inevitable stumble onto the floor.

She hears a noise outside the bedroom to find you standing there, watching her. She exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“You kept this.”

You wait a moment before replying.

“I did.”

For what felt like forever, the two of you continue to stare at one another, a million thoughts and emotions passing between you.

Finally, she moves first, away from the desk and towards you. You inhale sharply and hold your breath. Your hands lay by your side, unsure what to do.

She’s close now, only a breath away. No words come out of your mouth as you continue to stare at her, at how her eyes roam across your face.

She lifts a hand towards your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone.

You freeze under her touch.

For a moment, she hesitates, her eyes searching yours, giving you a chance to walk away.

You don’t.

Slowly, she leans in, eyes fluttering closed as her lips softly brush against yours.

And what they told her was this:

She was married. She was deeply in love. And her husband, who had been abroad for work, had been devastated when he heard about the accident, even more when he couldn't return immediately. Today—the day of her discharge—she would finally go home.

Her parents had been with her since the beginning, threading her past together with their words. Their voices were steady, unwavering—as if the truth could be spoken into existence.

"You and your husband were so perfect together," her mother gushed, her voice thick with emotion. "Always looking at each other like you were the only two people in the world."

Yooyeon held onto the words, testing them, trying to find something familiar in them.

A flicker of memory surfaced. A formal dinner, the gentle clink of wine glasses, a man’s hand resting on the small of her back as they smiled for photographs. She could almost hear the laughter, but it felt distant, muted—like a scene from someone else’s life.

Her father nodded approvingly. "He's a good man. Responsible, capable. And devoted to you, as any husband should be."

Another fragment—her husband adjusting his tie in their shared bathroom mirror, his reflection catching hers. A quiet familiarity between them, practiced and smooth. She remembered feeling something then—a warmth in her chest, steady and certain.

"You don’t remember?" her mother asked hopefully.

Yooyeon hesitated. Did she? The images were there, but they felt too crisp, too clean—like a story well-told, not a memory truly lived.

"I... I think I do. Little pieces."

Her mother brightened immediately. "See? It’s coming back! I always said true love leaves its mark on the soul, even if the mind forgets."

The words settled over her like a soft weight. True love.

With each story they shared, more pieces seemed to surface. Their first dance at a business gala. Weekend brunches with friends where they finished each other’s sentences. Vacation photos where they looked blissfully happy.

Each memory felt genuine—yet the edges of them blurred, like an oil painting smudged by an impatient hand.

She wanted to believe it. She wanted to be the woman they spoke of, the one who had been so deeply in love.

But wasn’t love supposed to feel more certain than this?

The nurse entered with her discharge papers. "Mrs. Kim, you’re all set to leave. Your husband must be relieved—his wife is finally getting discharged."

His wife.

The words settled into the quiet room, lingering in the air longer than they should have.

She had heard it before—"your husband," "your loving marriage," "you were so happy together." Each time, the words had been spoken with certainty, as if they alone could fill the void in her memory.

But this felt different. Final. Binding.

Her fingers curled around the ring on her left hand. The metal was warm, familiar. She traced its shape, searching for something—anything—that felt like certainty.

She waited for the rush of emotion, the deep-seated knowing. It didn’t come.

Her mother squeezed her hand. “Your husband called while you were resting. He’ll be returning from his work trip this week.”

Yooyeon nodded, ignoring the flutter of something in her chest. Excitement? Anxiety? Or something else entirely?

As the elevator descended to the hospital lobby, her parents chatting excitedly beside her, Yooyeon let herself lean into the stories, into the warmth they promised.

If she reached for the love they spoke of, if she believed hard enough—would it become real?

Today, she was going home.

To them.

And maybe, just maybe, to the love she was supposed to remember.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You step into the familiar quiet of your home, and for a moment, it doesn’t feel real.

This place—this moment—was never supposed to happen like this.

You were supposed to come back with a clearer mind, with the weight of your feelings for Yooyeon finally worn down by distance and time. You had convinced yourself that being away, that drowning in work, was the right thing. You had nearly succeeded in quieting the ache of wanting her—of wanting something you were never meant to have.

But then the call came.

The accident. The words you never expected to hear. That she had lost her memories, that she couldn’t remember you.

And suddenly, the distance that was supposed to help you move on became unbearable.

You couldn’t leave. Couldn’t abandon your work, not when this deal had been months in the making. But you couldn’t call her either. You weren’t ready to hear her voice, to confirm with your own ears that she didn’t remember you. Instead, you asked about her indirectly—through doctors, through her parents. Keeping yourself just close enough to know she was okay, but far enough to not face the truth.

Now, you’re home. And for the first time since you left, you can’t avoid her anymore.

She’s in the living room when you step in, arranging flowers—an image so delicate, so carefully composed, that it stops you in your tracks. You never remembered her paying so much attention to things like this before.

“Welcome home,” she says, offering you a small smile. It’s polite, warm even, but there’s something unfamiliar about it. It’s measured, like she’s giving you exactly what she thinks you expect.

It throws you off.

She’s different, and yet—she’s not. She’s not an entirely new person, not a stranger. She’s still Yooyeon, but softened in ways she never was before. Less guarded, less sharp. And it terrifies you how easily she could slip into the version of her you used to dream about—the version that could have loved you back.

You clear your throat, setting down your luggage. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get back sooner.”

Her fingers still briefly over the petals. “It’s fine… they told me your trip was important.” Her voice is light, but there’s something beneath it. A hesitation. A quiet disappointment.

Then, softer, almost to herself, “We could’ve at least talked on the phone.”

Your chest tightens. You don’t know if she’s saying it because she wanted to talk to you or because she thinks it’s something she should say.

“How have you been?” you ask, even though you already know. You know what the doctors have said, what her parents have told you. But you need to hear it from her.

She launches into a recounting of her recovery—how she’s been adjusting, how her parents have practically hovered over her. But as she speaks, something feels off. Her words are careful, almost rehearsed, as if she’s reading from a script someone gave her.

And it hits you—she is following a script.

She’s trying to fit into the life everyone says she had. Trying to be the person they tell her she used to be.

The realization unsettles you.

It should be easy to draw the line. You told yourself, over and over, that this marriage had given you nothing but a lingering ache. That whatever warmth you once felt had long since dulled into something muted, tolerable. Maybe this is the clean break you need—the perfect excuse to finally move on without guilt.

But instead, all the walls you’ve built, the callousness you spent months forging, begin to crack.

You watch her—this version of Yooyeon, untouched by old wounds and past hesitations—and wonder.

Is this a curse? Or is this the only chance you’ll ever have to hold onto something that was never truly yours?

Later, over lunch, the air between you still carries an odd tension—not uncomfortable, just… unfamiliar. You catch yourself hesitating before speaking, unsure which parts of your shared past she still holds onto and which have slipped through the cracks.

"Do you remember the trip to Busan?" you ask, testing again, reaching for a thread of the past.

Yooyeon blinks, her brows knitting together. "Busan…?"

"The conference," you remind her. "Last year. You spent half the time making fun of that presenter’s slides."

She lets out a small laugh but shakes her head. "I don’t remember that at all. But it does sound like something I’d do."

There’s a beat of silence, then a quiet chuckle from both of you—awkward, but not entirely unpleasant.

"Tell me about it?" she asks, tilting her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "I want to know what kind of person I was."

The question throws you off guard, though you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s the vulnerability in her voice, the quiet plea to be filled in on the version of herself that she’s lost.

You hesitate, then exhale softly. "You were—" You stop, correcting yourself. "You are sharp. Witty. You never let anyone get away with nonsense."

She smiles at that, as if it reassures her. "That’s good to hear."

Bit by bit, the stiffness fades.

By evening, it’s different. The space between you, once uncertain, feels smoother, more fluid. It’s not the same as before, but in some ways, it’s easier. Lighter.

Yooyeon touches you more. Small, fleeting gestures—her fingers brushing against yours when she hands you a plate, resting a hand on your wrist when she asks a question, leaning into you slightly when you walk side by side. It’s nothing dramatic, nothing she seems to think twice about. But it’s different.

Before the accident, before the marriage, you thought of Yooyeon as a great friend—someone easy to talk to, someone who made life feel less heavy. When you agreed to the marriage, you thought maybe, just maybe, you were moving toward something more. At first, it seemed like it. The familiarity deepened, your feelings began to take shape, creeping in slowly, almost unnoticed. There were moments—glimpses of what could be—where it felt like the two of you were truly building something together.

But then, it stopped. Or maybe it just never went far enough. She was always there, yet just out of reach. She smiled at you, laughed with you, shared meals with you, but there was always a quiet hesitation in her, an invisible wall she never dared to cross. You wanted more. You wanted to pull her closer, to make her see what you were feeling, but something kept holding you back. Kept holding her back.

Your love for her didn’t fade—it grew. And the more it grew, the more it hurt.

You lived together, spent your days and nights side by side, yet the gap between you remained. A happy marriage, but never quite content. Companions, but never quite lovers.

And now? Now she’s changed. Now, that boundary is gone—not in the way you once wished it would be, but in a way that feels almost unreal. Like something delicate and fleeting, something that shouldn’t be yours to hold.

You don’t comment on it.

You tell yourself it’s just her way of adjusting, of seeking comfort in something familiar.

So you play along.

As the evening drags on, you feel her eyes on you constantly, but there’s no familiar ease to it. No comfort. It’s as if she’s studying you, trying to figure out the person she’s married to, trying to place you into this new reality where you don’t fit. You catch her refilling your water glass before you even ask, adjusting your collar just slightly, even suggesting things she thinks will please you—asking how the trip went, what you did, if you’re tired. Every move she makes feels calculated, like she’s not trying to be the woman you married, but the woman she thinks you expect her to be.

Her actions are all wrapped in politeness and care, but it feels like a performance. You’re a stranger to her now, and she’s just trying to fit the role she believes she has to play.

You can’t help but wonder, does she even know who you are anymore?

After dinner, Yooyeon sets her chopsticks down and looks at you expectantly. “Can we watch some videos?” she asks.

You blink. “Videos?”

“Our wedding, maybe? Or just… us?” She hesitates, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers. “I want to see. I want to remember.”

You don’t answer right away. Something about the request unsettles you, but you don’t know why.

She watches you carefully, waiting. And for some reason, you find yourself nodding.

Minutes later, you’re both sitting on the couch as the TV screen flickers to life. The first video plays—a montage of your wedding day. The ceremony, the smiles, the laughter. The perfect image of a couple in love.

Yooyeon watches intently, her gaze scanning the screen like she’s trying to etch every second into her mind. “I remember this part,” she murmurs when the camera captures her slipping the ring onto your finger. “I was so nervous.”

You glance at her. “Were you?”

She nods, eyes still locked on the screen. “I kept worrying I’d drop the ring. But you… you looked so calm.” She tilts her head, studying the way you held her hand in the video. “Did you feel nervous?”

You almost laugh. “No. It was just a formality, I was rushing for the event to be over.”

The words sit between you, stark and unfiltered.

Yooyeon doesn’t flinch. Instead, she hums thoughtfully. “Still. We looked happy.”

You don’t answer.

The video shifts to another clip—your honeymoon. A trip spent half in public, playing the roles expected of you, and half in quiet companionship behind closed doors.

“You remember this?” you ask, testing her again.

She pauses. “Not all of it,” she admits. “But some parts… they feel familiar.”

She leans into your side, her body warm against yours.

You hadn’t noticed when it happened, but somehow, Yooyeon ended up nestled against you, her head resting lightly against your shoulder, your arm loosely draped around her. The closeness should feel foreign—it never used to be like this—but strangely, it isn’t.

It feels natural. Too natural.

On the screen, the version of you from the past smiles at her, something soft in his expression that even you don’t quite recognize.

Yooyeon shifts slightly in your arms, tilting her head up to look at you.

Your breath catches.

She’s close. Closer than she should be.

The glow of the screen casts soft shadows over her face, highlighting the curve of her lips, the quiet intent in her eyes. The air between you grows heavy, charged with something neither of you acknowledges.

And then she moves.

Her lips press against yours—gentle, seeking. A quiet, hesitant question in the form of a kiss.

Your body reacts before your mind does.

You’d spent months trying to forget, convincing yourself that this love was better buried.

And yet, here you were—undoing everything in a single moment.

You kiss her back.

Before your kisses could get any deeper, she breaks it off.

“I— I should probably take a shower…” her breath heavy. “Before we continue…” she muttered almost a whisper. As she runs towards your room.

The warmth of her lips still lingers on yours as Yooyeon stumbles away, her words barely registering in your mind. Your pulse is erratic, breath unsteady as she disappears into the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the space, but your thoughts are too tangled to process anything else.

You exhale sharply, running a hand through your hair. What just happened?

The weight of her kiss, the way her body fit against yours—it felt inevitable, like something long overdue.

Minutes pass, stretching endlessly until the water finally stops. The door creaks open, and for a brief moment, you catch a glimpse of her silhouette before she vanishes into your room, wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Your heart is still racing as you push yourself off the couch. The air feels thick, charged with an energy you don’t know how to name.

The shower is quick, the cold water doing little to calm the storm inside you. Even as you dry off, the memory of her touch lingers—her warmth, her scent, the way she looked at you before she kissed you.

Steeling yourself, you step into your bedroom.

And then—you freeze.

Yooyeon lies on your bed, the blanket pooling around her bare shoulders, exposing smooth skin bathed in the dim light. Her damp hair spills over the pillows, dark strands curling at the ends.

Your throat goes dry.

She watches you, her expression unreadable, lips parted slightly as if caught between hesitation and expectation.

Then it hits you.

Under that sheet, Yooyeon is completely naked.

And so are you.

The towel slips from your fingers, falling soundlessly to the floor. Her gaze follows the movement, trailing over your body before flickering away when it lands lower—shyness warring with curiosity.

You move closer, sitting at the edge of the bed. Your hand reaches out, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket. Slowly, deliberately, you peel it back, unveiling inch after inch of her bare skin.

First, her collarbones, delicate and defined.

Then her breasts, supple, rising and falling with her breath.

Your eyes trace the gentle slope of her stomach, the way it tenses slightly under your gaze.

And then, finally, the last of the blanket falls away, revealing the most intimate part of her.

You pause, drinking her in—every curve, every detail, the sheer vulnerability of this moment.

She is beautiful.

You remind yourself not to rush. To take your time.

Slowly, calmly, you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss—soft at first, testing, savoring. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she melts into you, her hands trailing up your back, fingertips pressing lightly as if urging you closer.

The kiss deepens.

Your tongues meet, a slow, intoxicating dance. Her taste lingers on your lips, warm and sweet. You tug at her tongue, coaxing it out, teasing, savoring every second before finally breaking apart, breathless.

Both of you pant for air, foreheads pressed together, heat radiating between you. Then, you feel it—Yooyeon’s hand wrapping around your length, her touch light at first, then firmer, stroking you, making you harder than you already are.

You tense, instinctively pulling back for a second, startled by the sudden contact. Her eyes flicker with confusion, but you don’t explain. Instead, you press forward, shifting your focus.

Your lips trail down her body, kissing her skin, feeling the way she trembles beneath you. Her quiet moans spill out as you kiss along her side, then lower, past her navel.

You don’t linger. You know she’s already wet.

Positioning yourself between her legs, you part them, revealing her.

“Yooyeon… can I?” Your voice is low, thick with need.

She nods, her gaze heavy-lidded, filled with anticipation.

You lean in, your tongue sliding against her folds, tasting her, teasing her. She gasps, back arching slightly, her moans growing louder as you work her with slow, deliberate strokes. You take your time, letting each flick, each swirl of your tongue build her pleasure.

You feel her body loosening, her walls softening around your touch. Taking it as your cue, you push your tongue inside, warmth enveloping you as her arousal coats your mouth. She’s overflowing, her body giving in to pleasure.

Her legs clamp around your head, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Fingers tangle in your hair, grasping tightly as her moans turn desperate, erratic.

You hold her thighs apart, refusing to let her escape. The way she writhes beneath you, the way her voice rises with each stroke of your tongue—it only fuels you. Her pleasure feeds your hunger.

You pick up the pace, teasing and flicking against her sensitive bud. She cries out, hands gripping the sheets, her body arching as the sensation overwhelms her.

Then, without warning, you push your tongue back inside, not giving her a moment’s reprieve. Her moans turn to breathless, broken sounds, her mind too lost in the pleasure to form words.

"Fuh…Ah—Nnn… fuah!!!"

Her body tenses, muscles locking up as the pressure builds. Her legs tremble, stretching outward, her hands pressing against your head, trying to ground herself. Her back arches high, head tilting back as the wave finally crashes over her.

And you don’t stop—drawing out every last pulse of her release, savoring the way her body trembles beneath you.

But your hunger isn't satisfied.

Even though she’s already drenched, already ready, you want more.

Moving back up, you claim her breast, taking a hardened peak into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, sucking, teasing, while your hands knead her softness, fingers flicking and pinching in tandem with your lips. You alternate between gentle licks and sharp bites against her sensitive tips, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

A loud moan escapes her, her back arching.

Your eyes flick up, catching the way her head tilts, her neck exposed—a silent invitation.

You answer it immediately, trailing kisses along her skin, feeling her pulse quicken beneath your lips. Each press of your mouth sends another shiver through her, her body reacting to every touch.

But you need more.

Your lips find hers again, and before you can even take the lead, she’s already parting her mouth, welcoming you, her tongue eagerly meeting yours.

The kiss deepens, slow and consuming, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of it.

And then—another moan escapes her, breaking the kiss.

Your tip presses against her, teasing her entrance.

You don’t stop. Instead, you return to her lips, deepening the kiss as you rub your length along her slick folds, coating yourself in her arousal.

Her moans sync with each slow, deliberate movement, her body shuddering beneath you. Her hands cradle your face, fingers gliding over your skin, smearing the mess of your mixed saliva as she pulls you in closer.

Your lips part, but your tongues remain locked in their heated dance, unwilling to separate—until she finally pushes you back, breathless.

"Dear… it’s enough… ah!" she whispers between moans.

But is it?

Doubt lingers, and instead of answering, you dip back down, capturing her breast in your mouth, sucking lightly, flicking her sensitive tips with your tongue. She gasps, arching into you, her fingers tightening against your skin.

You trail back up, capturing her lips once more, silencing any protests. She parts her mouth as if to speak, but you don’t let her—your tongue claims hers again, drawing another muffled moan from her.

Finally, she pleads, her voice trembling with need.

"Please… put it in…"

You pull back slightly, your breathing ragged.

Is it really enough?

Your eyes search hers, questioning and hesitating. You want her completely—but only when she’s truly ready.

Then another thought crosses your mind: rubber. Hastily, you reach for the drawer, but before you can, her hand intercepts yours.

“Wait…” she says softly, holding out a condom. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of impatience and assurance. You know you’re supposed to use it, yet in this heated moment, the raw intensity of your desire makes you yearn for an unfiltered connection.

Clutching the condom in your hand, you feel that inner battle between safety and passion. In one impulsive moment, you decide—raw is what you need. With deliberate urgency, you press yourself against her, entering her without delay.

“Ahnnn…” escapes her lips as she welcomes you. Every thrust is met with her rising moans—a rhythmic symphony that spurs you on.

Your hand slides up to her breast, massaging and flicking it, alternating between gentle licks and teasing bites along her sensitive nipple. The sound of her moans draws your attention to the delicate curve of her neck, where your lips trail a fiery path of kisses.

Her insides grow warmer and more intense with each movement, wrapping around you, pulling you deeper into the moment. Sensing that the intensity might soon overwhelm both of you, you briefly pull back—tearing open the condom wrapper with a mix of urgency and hesitation.

You withdraw slightly, and she moans in response. The pause makes you acutely aware of how close you both are to the edge. Desperate not to lose the rhythm, you fumble to put the condom on again.

Sensing your hurry—and perhaps sharing in your urgency—her hand reaches out, deftly fitting the condom for you. Without missing a beat, she guides your length back to her welcoming embrace. Your body re-enters her, and you murmur her name, “Yooyeon.”

“I'm about to cum,” you confess in a low, husky tone, “but… is it okay?”

She meets your gaze with a smile and a nod of encouragement, “Yes… do it whenever you like.”

Emboldened, you resume your pace, each thrust growing more rapid as your kisses overlap with her soft moans. The sight of her—flushed and panting, eyes half-closed in bliss, strands of hair clinging to her flushed skin—drives you closer to your limit. You grip her waist tightly as her arms cradle your head, locking you together in a passionate embrace.

You feel your release building rapidly. Her hips rise to meet your every thrust as she arches her back, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. In a final, desperate surge, your finger finds her clit, adding one last burst of stimulation to the electric mix of pleasure.

“No—… Not—There—” she gasps breathlessly as her body twists with the overwhelming sensations.

"I’m—cumming—cumming… Ah!!!" she cries, and in that climactic moment, both of you shatter under the intensity of your shared release.

Her body convulses as waves of heat and pleasure surge through her, each pulse sending shudders down her spine. The sheets beneath you seem to ripple with the force of your climax, every fiber of your being alive with raw ecstasy. You feel her muscles tighten around you, an unspoken invitation to surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation.

Exhausted yet exhilarated, you collapse beside her, your heads turning to face each other. Her expression radiates satisfaction and joy as she softly calls your name. Gently, she plants a kiss on your lips, then on your forehead, and finally on your nose—each tender gesture sealing the memory of your shared passion.

As her eyes close and she nestles into your embrace, you both drift in the afterglow—a raw, unforgettable moment of intimacy that lingers long after the night fades.

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Yooyeon stirred awake to the warmth of a steady heartbeat beneath her cheek, her fingers curled lightly against his bare chest. His arms were still around her, firm yet relaxed, holding her in a way that made her feel safe. Wanted. Loved.

A quiet smile ghosted her lips as she let herself sink into the moment.

Last night had been…

Her cheeks flushed at the memory—her own boldness, the way she had moved on instinct, the way his touch had set fire to every inch of her skin. She hadn’t thought too deeply about it at the time. She had simply acted on a feeling—a feeling that told her she wanted him, wanted to be close to him in the most intimate way.

And she had been right.

Being with him had felt good, natural. She felt satisfied, happy, content in a way that only reaffirmed everything she had come to believe since waking up in this life—she loved him.

She was sure of it.

The realization sent a quiet thrill through her. She had been nervous, hesitant, unsure if her memories would ever return, but last night had proven that love didn’t need memories to exist. She felt it in the way she craved his presence, in the warmth that filled her chest when he looked at her.

Yooyeon shifted slightly, pressing closer to him, breathing in the faint scent of him—clean, comforting, familiar.

But then his voice cut through the soft haze of her thoughts.

“That was… unexpected,” he murmured, his fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles on her back.

She blinked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Unexpected?”

He hesitated, just for a second. Then, with a careful smile, he said, “It’s been a while.”

A while.

The words settled in her mind, stirring something she didn’t quite understand. Of course, it had been a while—she had only woken up to this life weeks ago. But his tone, the way his hand tightened slightly around her waist, made her feel like it was more than that. Like this distance between them wasn’t just from her accident, but something older.

She wanted to ask—why had it been so long?

But the words never left her lips. It wasn’t hard to imagine why. Their relationship was complicated. She might not remember everything, but she could sense it—the hesitance in his touch, the way he always seemed to be holding back, like there was something unspoken between them.

Maybe that was just how marriage worked. Maybe love wasn’t always constant, but something that came and went.

Still, as she rested her head against his chest, the thought lingered.

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At first, it unsettles you.

The way Yooyeon moves around you so effortlessly, the way she reaches for your hand without hesitation, the way she speaks to you with such natural affection—it’s disorienting.

She doesn’t remember.

She doesn’t remember that your marriage was built on something practical, something strategic. She doesn’t remember that love was never part of the equation.

And yet, she looks at you like it is.

Like it always has been.

You catch yourself hesitating around her more often than not. There’s a strange discomfort in knowing something she doesn’t, in feeling the weight of the truth pressing against your ribs every time she smiles at you. You should tell her. You should set things straight.

But you don’t.

Instead, you find yourself falling into the rhythm of her new version of your life together.

You wake up with her in your arms, and you don’t pull away.

You sit together for breakfast, and when she instinctively places a peeled orange slice on your plate, you take it without thinking.

You come home from work to find her waiting, sometimes with dinner already prepared, other times with stories of her day, filling the house with a warmth that never quite existed before.

And slowly, day by day, you stop resisting.

You settle into married life again—but this time, without hesitation.

She reaches for you first. She falls asleep in your arms, waking up smiling at you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The distance that once defined your relationship is gone, replaced by something warm, something dangerously easy to believe in.

You let yourself fall into the illusion.

One evening, as you sit in the living room, Yooyeon is curled up beside you, flipping through an old photo album she found while reorganizing the shelves.

“Oh,” she says, her fingers tracing over a picture. “I remember this one.”

You glance over. It’s from a ski trip, a company retreat you attended together two winters ago. She had nearly sprained her wrist trying to prove she could keep up with the more experienced skiers. You had ended up guiding her down the slope, an arm around her waist, both of you laughing as she barely managed to stay upright.

“You do?” you ask, cautious.

“Sort of,” she hums. “It’s faint. More like… I remember how I felt.”

You watch her quietly. “And how did you feel?”

She turns to you with a small smile. “Happy.”

Your chest tightens.

There are other moments, too—soft, fleeting, but impossible to ignore.

Nights spent in the kitchen, cooking together, bumping into each other as you move around the stove. She steals bites of whatever you’re preparing, grinning at you when you feign irritation.

Late-night talks, lying in bed with the lights off, her voice quiet but filled with warmth as she tells you about all the things she wants to do, all the places she wants to see. And for the first time, you let yourself imagine being there with her.

She steals kisses—teasingly, playfully, like you’ve always been in love. A kiss on the cheek as she passes by, a lingering press of her lips to yours just before bed. At first, it startles you, but then you start to expect it. Crave it.

And before you realize it, you start kissing her back.

You begin to dream of a life where this isn’t just a lie.

Another time, during dinner, she asks a question you aren’t prepared for.

“What was our first date like?”

You pause, chopsticks hovering midair. “Our first date?”

She nods eagerly, resting her chin in her hand. “I was thinking about it earlier. I tried to remember, but I couldn’t, so… tell me.”

You exhale slowly, setting your chopsticks down. A smile tugs at your lips, unbidden. “You don’t remember sneaking out of that charity banquet when we were seventeen and eating instant ramen at a convenience store?”

Her eyes widen in surprise before a small, delighted laugh escapes her. “That was a date?”

“You called it one,” you say, smirking. “Said it was the best meal you ever had.”

She hums, thoughtful, before grinning. “I must’ve been charming back then.”

“You still are,” you murmur without thinking.

Her expression softens. Then she tilts her head playfully. “That’s cute, but I meant a real date. You know—one where we both knew what it was.”

You hesitate, because you know what she’s really asking.

There was never a first date in the way she’s imagining—no sweet, nervous anticipation, no deliberate choice to step into something romantic. Your relationship had always been tangled in something more complicated.

But now, as she looks at you with expectation, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of her napkin, you find yourself saying—

“Then let’s have one.”

She blinks. “What?”

“A first date,” you say simply, watching her reaction. “One you can remember.”

Her face brightens, eyes gleaming with something warm, something real. “Okay,” she says, smiling. “Let’s do it.”

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—this doesn’t have to be a lie.

You don’t realize when you stop overthinking things.

When she slides her hand into yours while walking through a park, you don’t flinch.

When she leans against you while watching a movie, you don’t stiffen.

When she laughs at something you say, her whole face lighting up, you don’t look away.

And one day, you catch yourself smiling at her when she isn’t looking.

The feeling that stirs inside you is unfamiliar and familiar all at once.

Because the truth is—you’ve always had feelings for her.

You just never let yourself acknowledge them before.

But now, standing in the middle of a life that feels almost real, you wonder if this is a sign.

A sign that maybe, just maybe, you can start again.

And maybe—just maybe—you don’t have to tell her the truth.

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Yooyeon stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the delicate bracelet around her wrist. A soft hum of excitement bubbled in her chest as she checked her reflection one last time. Their first real date—the kind she had always dreamed of. She wanted today to be perfect. Not because it had to be, but because it already felt like it would be.

She had spent the past hour choosing the right outfit, something that felt effortless yet pretty, hoping he would notice. Hoping he would look at her the way she was starting to look at him.

By the time she stepped out of the bedroom, he was already waiting near the door. His gaze flickered over her, lingering just long enough for warmth to spread through her.

“You look nice,” he said simply, his voice softer than usual.

She grinned. “Only nice?”

He exhaled a small chuckle, shaking his head as if she was impossible. Then, more sincerely—“Beautiful.”

Her breath caught. She wanted to tease him, but the way he said it, like he meant it, left her speechless. Before she could find the words, he extended his hand.

A simple gesture. A quiet offering.

She took it without hesitation, her fingers slipping between his, fitting as if they belonged there. He gave her hand a small squeeze, and together, they stepped out into the world beyond their home.

The day unfolded like something out of a dream.

Their first stop was a small bakery-café, the kind nestled between old bookstores and cozy boutiques. It smelled like fresh bread and vanilla, warmth curling in the air like an embrace. Yooyeon picked a selection of pastries for them to share, carefully choosing the ones she thought he would like.

She watched with barely contained excitement as he took a bite of a strawberry tart.

“It’s good,” he admitted, chewing thoughtfully.

“Good?” She gasped, placing a dramatic hand over her chest. “This is art.”

His lips quirked into a smirk. “Alright, it’s art.”

Satisfied, she took her own bite, savoring the sweetness. The café was quiet, filled with the murmur of soft conversations and the gentle notes of a piano melody playing in the background. She found herself stealing glances at him, memorizing the rare ease in his expression, the way the afternoon sunlight kissed his skin.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like they weren’t pretending.

The movie theater was next. She had picked a lighthearted romantic comedy, wanting to keep the mood playful. He hadn’t protested, only giving her an unreadable glance when she insisted it would be fun.

It was.

She found herself laughing at the silliest scenes, and every now and then, when she peeked at him, she caught the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes. He wasn’t laughing outright, but he was watching her more than the movie, and somehow, that made her heart flutter more than anything on the screen.

At one point, when she reached for the popcorn, their hands brushed. Neither of them moved.

Slowly, he intertwined their fingers beneath the dim glow of the screen.

Her heart stuttered. She squeezed his hand lightly.

He squeezed back.

By afternoon, they had made their way to the park, where a small picnic awaited them. She had planned it in advance, packing simple homemade sandwiches and fresh fruit. The air was crisp, the sky stretching endlessly above them, and for a while, they simply enjoyed the peacefulness.

Yooyeon leaned against him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. He didn’t move away. Instead, his hand found its way into her hair, his fingers brushing through it absentmindedly.

Her heart melted.

“I think this is the first time we’ve actually done something like this,” she murmured.

“Like what?”

“Spent a whole day together… just being a normal couple.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then, in a voice so low she almost missed it—

“Yeah.”

She smiled, closing her eyes for a brief second, savoring the warmth of him. The world felt quieter like this. Like it had shrunk to just the two of them, existing in a space untouched by the past.

She wanted to stay in this moment forever.

Night had fallen by the time they reached their final stop—a quiet hill overlooking the cityscape. From afar, the lights twinkled like stars, stretching far beyond what the eye could see. The air was cool, crisp against her skin, but standing beside him, she barely noticed.

“I used to come here alone sometimes,” he admitted, his voice softer, more open. “Just to think.”

Yooyeon turned to him, searching his face. “And now?”

He looked at her then—really looked at her. As if seeing her for the first time. As if realizing something he hadn’t before.

“Now, I think I’d rather share it with you.”

Her breath hitched.

The moment stretched between them, delicate and charged.

Without thinking, she stepped closer, lifting a hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, leaning into her touch, like it was something he had been waiting for.

Her gaze flickered to his lips.

The tension thickened, the world around them fading until there was nothing left but the space between them.

She moved first, closing the distance, pressing her lips to his in a kiss so soft, so tender, it felt like a secret. He inhaled sharply against her mouth, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, slow and consuming, filled with something warm and terrifyingly sweet.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless. He pressed his forehead against hers, eyes closed as if grounding himself.

“Maybe we should go home,” he murmured, voice husky.

Yooyeon nodded, still dazed. “Yeah.”

He took her hand again, this time holding it a little tighter as they made their way back.

And deep down, she knew—tonight wasn’t over just yet.

The drive home is quiet, but not tense. Her fingers remain laced with yours the entire way, her grip firm—like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. You don’t say anything about it. You just hold on.

By the time you step through the door, the house feels different. Warmer, despite the lingering shadows. It’s strange how just her presence can make it feel like home again.

Neither of you turn on the lights. There’s no need. The dim glow from the night city lights outside is enough to guide you through the familiar space. Without a word, you both make your way to the bedroom, as if some unspoken understanding pulls you forward.

And now—here you are.

Sitting side by side at the edge of the bed, your hands still loosely linked. The weight of the night settles over you, thick with all the words that haven’t been spoken yet.

You steal a glance at her, only to find her already looking at you. There’s something different in her eyes tonight—not just longing, not just resolve, but something deeper. Something that makes your breath catch.

You thought you had lost her. And maybe, in a way, you did. But now she’s here, choosing you—not because of old memories, not because of a past you held onto alone, but because of now.

And that’s when it hits you.

You had loved her before. Loved her in quiet ways, in restrained touches, in the unspoken words that always hovered on the tip of your tongue. But now—now, you’ve fallen again. Harder. Deeper.

She tilts her head slightly, waiting. For you to speak, for you to move, for you to reassure her that this isn’t a mistake.

You exhale, threading your fingers through hers, squeezing once. “Yooyeon…”

Her name feels different when you say it this time—like something new and familiar all at once.

She smiles, small but real, and she pressed her lips against you.

And just like that, you fall all over again.

She pulls away, her lips barely parting from yours as she searches your face. There’s warmth in her gaze, a quiet certainty that makes your chest tighten. Then, she smiles—soft, unwavering.

You cradle her face in your hands, and she leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if memorizing the feel of you.

You kiss her again. This time, there’s no hesitation—just slow, unhurried intimacy, deepening with every passing second.

Her hands rest lightly against your chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your shirt. You can feel her heartbeat, unsteady yet eager, mirroring your own.

Your hand slides up the smooth curve of her thigh, fingers ghosting over her soft skin before slipping under the hem of her skirt. She shudders but doesn’t pull away—if anything, she presses closer, her breath coming faster, anticipation thick in the space between you.

Your lips break apart just as her gaze flickers down—drawn to the movement of your hand between her legs. She knows what’s coming. She wants it.

Without hesitation, your fingers slip beneath her panties, gliding over her soaked heat. A slow, teasing stroke along her slit makes her breath hitch, her thighs twitching in response. You find her clit, circling it with deliberate pressure, and she gasps—soft at first, then louder as your touch grows bolder.

Her head drops onto your shoulder, her body sagging into you, surrendering. You let your free hand tangle in her hair, stroking her, keeping her close as she clings to your other arm. Her grip tightens whenever you rub just right, her body reacting instinctively, desperately.

She’s soaked now, dripping, her slickness coating your fingers as you ease one inside her. She tenses, then relaxes, her walls fluttering around you as you curl your finger, testing, teasing.

“Hnnng…” A breathy moan spills from her lips, her body trembling against yours.

She leans into you, eyes wide and desperate as they lock onto yours—raw, pleading, and hungry for more. You can tell she’s craving every inch of this moment, and you’re more than ready to deliver.

“Can... can I—like, you... lie down?” she asks shyly, her voice low and breathy.

“Sure,” you reply, a mix of confusion and intrigue in your tone as you both head for the bed. Once there, she starts undressing, and you watch, not quite sure what she’s planning.

“Should I... too?” you ask with a playful smirk.

“Ye—yes,” she stammers, her voice thick with anticipation.

Before long, you’re shedding your shirt, pants, and boxers, leaving you completely bare as you wait for Yooyeon to finish. With a final, deliberate move, she slips off her soaked panties, revealing everything. Her eyes linger hungrily on your throbbing package, and after a deep, steadying breath, she crawls over and positions herself on top of you.

Meeting your gaze, she confesses, “It’s because... last time, you teased me way too much,” her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.

Before you can even reach out for a cuddle, her hand finds your cock, stroking it with a confident, teasing rhythm.

“Yooyeon...” you murmur, barely above a whisper.

Without missing a beat, she shifts so that her dripping, slick pussy meets your throbbing tip. Her natural juices make every touch wet and irresistible.

“Hnnng…” she breathes as she slowly pushes down on you, her warm, inviting opening taking you in inch by inch. Her body settles over yours, fully engulfing you as she adjusts to the sensation.

Then. Her hips start moving—first slow and deliberate, then quickening into a relentless, pulsing rhythm. The heat of her body surrounds you as she rides you hard, every thrust drawing you deeper into a night of raw, unfiltered passion.

“I can feel it twitch…” she breathes, her voice husky as she asks, “Do—does it feel good?”

“Yeah, Yooyeon… it feels amazing,” you reply, your words thick with desire.

Your lips collide, entangling in a deep, fervent kiss as your fingers cradle her cheeks. The kiss intensifies, every touch stoking the fire between you. Rising slightly, she quickens her pace—her desperation unmistakable as she chases her own pleasure.

Before long, exhaustion begins to claim her, and her movements slow; yet even as she gasps for air, her hips remain insistent, grinding slowly despite her fatigue. Sensing an unspoken urge, you murmur, “Yooyeon, there’s something I want to try,” offering an excuse in case she’s too shy to ask outright.

A quick nod is all you need. You reposition her gently to your side, guiding her so that her head rests on your arm. With her back to you, you slide into her again, savoring the fresh angle as both your rhythms realign. Her moans return, matching the new, steady pace that builds once more.

As your hands explore, hers finds yours, fingers interlocking tightly as the intensity escalates. Your other hand wanders over her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples with every deliberate stroke. “I’m—I'm close,” Yooyeon confesses, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Noticing her gaze drifting back to you, you grasp her chin and pull her into another searing kiss, your tongues dancing together. Shifting once again, you climb atop her, pressing her flat against the bed as you prepare to drive her to the edge. “I’m close too,” you murmur between kisses, the admission fusing your sensations into one.

The pace quickens; her moans grow louder, her movements erratic as both your breaths come in ragged bursts. The heat between you becomes almost unbearable, every thrust and every touch amplifying the approaching climax. “Cum with me… please,” she pleads, her voice raw with need.

In that electrifying moment, her body convulses in overwhelming pleasure. You feel your own climax surge through you as you pull away, releasing your heated burst onto her back. The space between you, though charged with the remnants of passion, holds the echo of every gasp, every moan, and every shared moment of unbridled ecstasy.

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Lying in bed, Yooyeon feels the warmth of his arm draped over her waist, the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. The room is dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the city outside. She should be at peace, comforted by his presence—yet something gnaws at her, an unease she can’t quite place.

She traces slow circles on the back of his hand with her fingertips, a habit that feels instinctual, familiar, though she can’t remember why. The motion soothes her, but the ache in her chest lingers. Without thinking, she murmurs,

“You always used to hate holding hands.”

His entire body stiffens.

She feels it instantly—the tension in his muscles, the way his breath halts for a split second before resuming, just a little too controlled.

She blinks, turning to look at him. His face is carefully blank, but she knows better now. Knows enough to recognize the way his guard snaps into place.

“…Didn’t you?” she presses, searching his face for an answer.

He exhales slowly, withdrawing his hand. “I don’t remember saying that.”

But she knows he does.

Her memories aren’t whole—just flickers, shadows of something real but unreachable. Yet, in those fragments, there’s a truth she can’t ignore.

She starts noticing it more—the subtle moments when he pulls away. The slight hesitation before he responds to her touch. The darkness in his eyes when she speaks too easily of their love.

And it starts to hurt.

One night, the weight of it all crashes into her. “Why do you act like this?” she asks, voice trembling. “Like you’re afraid of me?”

His expression hardens. “I’m not.”

“You are,” she insists, stepping closer. “I see it in your eyes. Every time I talk about us, about our past, you look at me like—” Her throat tightens. “Like you’re waiting for something to fall apart.”

His jaw clenches. He looks away. “Yooyeon, drop it.”

But she can’t. She won’t.

“Why did we choose the beach?” she asks suddenly, searching his face for the truth she feels slipping through her fingers.

His arm stiffens around her shoulders. “You wanted something grand.”

No. The memory surfaces, unbidden. I wanted it small. Private. Just us.

His gaze is raw, almost pained, as if she’s a ghost he can’t touch. When she reaches for him, he hesitates—a heartbeat too long—before brushing a kiss to her temple.

Something inside her cracks.

The fear she’s been trying to suppress rises to the surface, wrapping around her throat, making it hard to breathe. She needs to hear it. Needs him to say it.

“Did you love me from the start?” she whispers in bed that night, her palm flat against his chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat.

He goes still. Seconds stretch into something unbearable before he answers,

“Yes.”

But it’s the wrong kind of yes—heavy with guilt, not devotion.

She sits up, the sheets pooling around her. “Then why does it feel like you’re lying to me?”

His jaw tightens. Moonlight catches the sheen of sweat at his temple.

“Yooyeon—”

“Tell me the truth.” Her voice cracks. “Please.”

He turns away, his silhouette rigid against the night. “You’re still recovering. We shouldn’t—”

“Stop treating me like I’ll break!” The words burst out sharper than she intends. When she grabs his wrist, he flinches.

He actually flinches.

Her breath catches. “You… you’re scared of me.”

“No.” But his pulse is racing beneath her fingers.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” She cups his face, forcing his gaze to meet hers. What she sees there steals the air from her lungs—anguish, regret, something deeper, darker.

His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“Because when you remember everything… you’ll wish I hadn’t.”

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You notice it the moment you step inside.

The air feels different—thicker, colder, heavy in a way that has nothing to do with temperature. Some of the lights are off, casting the house in an eerie dimness, as if it were holding its breath.

And Yooyeon—she isn’t there to greet you.

That alone makes you pause. Even on days when she’s distracted, even when she’s lost in thought, she always turns at the sound of the door unlocking. Always lifts her head, always meets your gaze.

But tonight, she doesn’t.

Your chest tightens. You don’t even take off your coat before stepping further inside, following the faint glow of the living room lamp.

Then you see her.

She’s sitting on the couch, unnaturally still. Her hands rest in her lap as if she’s forcing them to stay there. But it’s her eyes that give her away—locked onto something on the table, unblinking.

A single sheet of paper.

Something prickles at the back of your neck.

“…Yooyeon.”

She flinches. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but you catch it.

Then, like a switch, she turns to you, a smile flickering onto her lips—too practiced, too forced. “You’re home.”

Your gut twists. Something is wrong.

Still, you don’t press. You nod, greeting her quietly. She nods back, but her fingers tighten against the fabric of her dress, her nervousness seeping into you.

You tell yourself to let it go. To wait. If it’s important, she’ll bring it up.

So you step away, heading toward your home office. The silence follows you.

You place your briefcase down, reaching for the drawer to put away your documents—

—and stop.

The drawer is open.

Your heart stutters.

It shouldn’t be. You always keep it locked. You always make sure.

Your breath is shallow as your eyes lower—and then you see it.

The contract.

The one detailing everything. The terms of your marriage.

The proof of how pragmatic your relationship was.

The paper that stands in direct contrast to the warmth you’ve built with her now.

Your pulse pounds.

Yooyeon.

She saw it.

You’re moving before you can think, your footsteps brisk as you retrace your steps, each second stretching unbearably long.

When you step into the living room again, she’s already looking at you.

Panic. That’s what you see first. She opens her mouth, stumbling over her words, voice thin and desperate, like she’s trying to contain a flood. “I—I found it when I was cleaning. I didn’t mean to pry, I just—”

She stops, swallowing hard. Then, softer, like she already knows she won’t like the answer:

“…What does it mean?”

Your throat tightens.

The weight of it crashes between you, an invisible force pressing against your chest, against your ribs.

She knows.

She doesn’t know.

Not completely. Not yet. But she’s one breath away from understanding.

You could lie. You could say it was nothing. That it was just an old, forgotten document. You could keep pretending.

But you don’t.

Because the truth is already here, unraveling between you.

You exhale, stepping forward, your voice quiet, steady.

“Yooyeon… there’s something I need to tell you.”

The silence is suffocating.

Yooyeon doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. You see it in her eyes. The confusion, the disbelief, the quiet, desperate hope that this isn’t what she thinks it is.

You wish you could spare her. Wish you could rewind to a moment before she found that damned contract, before she looked at you with that kind of fragile, breaking expression.

But you can’t.

So you force yourself to meet her gaze, force yourself to let the truth spill before it’s too late.

“Our marriage wasn’t… real. At least, not the way you think it was.”

Her breath catches.

You don’t look away. “It was arranged. A contract. Your parents and mine, they wanted us to marry. We went along with it.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. You can see the gears turning in her head, the memories she’s tried so hard to piece together now twisting into something cruel, something she never saw coming.

She swallows. “So… so you’re saying…” Her voice shakes. “It was all fake?”

Something twists in your chest.

“No,” you say immediately. Desperately. “No, I—” You drag a hand down your face, frustration clawing at you. “It wasn’t like that. Not for me.”

She flinches.

And that’s when it happens—the moment her heart breaks.

You can see it, feel it, the way her entire body tenses like she’s trying to hold herself together, but the cracks are already there, spreading, widening.

“…Every time you told me you loved me,” she whispers, “was it just part of the act?”

“Yooyeon.” Your voice is strained, pleading. “I didn’t lie about loving you. I just never had the courage to tell you the truth.”

She stares at you.

Then she lets out a quiet, shaky laugh—one that isn’t amused at all.

She takes a step back. Then another.

Your stomach drops.

She’s leaving.

You don’t know where, don’t know if she even has anywhere to go, but she’s walking away from you.

“Yooyeon, wait—”

She shakes her head. “I need to think.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “I just… I need to think.”

Everything in you screams to stop her. To explain, to beg, to do anything but let her go.

But you don’t.

Instead, you inhale sharply and take a step back first.

“I’ll give you space,” you say, though it nearly kills you. “But don’t leave. Please.”

She hesitates.

You reach for her hand—just barely, just enough for her to know you would still hold on if she let you.

And finally, finally, she exhales, her shoulders dropping as if she’s too exhausted to fight anymore.

“…Okay,” she whispers.

She stays.

But the distance between you has never felt wider.

You exhale, slow and measured, though everything inside you is fraying at the edges.

“I’ll stay at a hotel,” you say, voice quiet but firm. “For as long as you need.”

Yooyeon doesn’t respond right away. She’s still looking at you like she doesn’t know who you are anymore. Like she’s seeing you for the first time and hating that she ever trusted you.

It’s unbearable.

“I don’t want you to feel trapped here,” you continue, forcing the words out despite the knot in your throat. “I don’t want you to think I’m keeping you in a place built on lies.”

Her breath stutters, but she quickly masks it. She’s still trying to be strong.

You wish she wouldn’t.

You wish she’d yell at you, cry, say something that doesn’t feel like an unbearable silence stretching between you.

“Okay,” she finally whispers.

You nod, forcing yourself to move. To walk away first, even when every instinct in you screams to stay.

But before you reach the door, her voice stops you.

“How long?”

You turn, eyes meeting hers.

“How long were you going to keep this from me?” she asks, arms wrapping around herself. “If I hadn’t found out… would you have ever told me?”

The truth is cruel, but it’s the only thing she deserves now.

“…I don’t know.”

Yooyeon swallows, then looks away.

That’s when you realize—you’ve broken something that might never be fixed.

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Yooyeon wakes up alone.

The bed feels bigger now, colder, the silence stretching around her like an unwelcome embrace. She lies there for a moment, staring at the empty space beside her, before finally sitting up.

Another day.

She moves through the house like a ghost, her footsteps quiet, her routine unchanged—yet everything feels different. The kitchen table where they used to share quiet breakfasts, the couch where he used to sit, sifting through papers while she curled up beside him. It’s all the same, and yet it isn’t.

Because he’s not here.

He never called. Never came back.

She should be relieved. This is what she wanted, wasn’t it? Space. Time.

But instead, all she feels is this aching loneliness.

Her eyes fall to the coffee table, where the contract still sits, edges curled from how often she’s touched it, read it, searched it for something—anything—that could make this hurt less.

Each word, each line, feels heavier now. A binding agreement, an arrangement born from necessity. But as the days pass, as she reads it over and over, something in her shifts.

It was never just that.

Her mind drifts back to that night—his voice, raw with emotion.

"I didn’t lie about loving you. I just never had the courage to tell you the truth."

She remembers the way he looked at her, desperate, conflicted, afraid. She hadn’t been able to see it then, too consumed by the betrayal, by the weight of everything she didn’t know. But now, with time, with distance—

Hadn’t she felt the same way?

She rests a hand over the contract, fingers trembling slightly.

Her memories come in fragments. Unclear at first, like pieces of a puzzle she can’t quite fit together. But slowly—painfully, inevitably—they start to return.

She remembers loving him. Wanting him. Long before marriage was even a question.

They had been friends first, before their parents had forced them together. But she had never felt trapped, had never resented the idea. Because she had wanted it too.

She had been happy, at first. Happy at the opportunity to be something more, to step into a future where she could love him freely.

But then—she hesitated.

Fear had crept in, silencing her before she could say the words, before she could risk what they already had. She had told herself it was better this way. Safer.

And then—

The accident.

The memories she had lost. The love she had forgotten.

Yooyeon lets out a shaky breath, pressing her palm against her forehead.

She had already fallen for him before the marriage.

And now—she's not going to lose him again.

She already lost him once to her memories. She won’t let it happen a second time.

It doesn’t matter how it all started, doesn’t matter what had happened before. She had fallen for him before. More importantly is that she fell for him again.

She loves him. Now.

And that’s enough.

Her hands tighten around the contract for a moment before she exhales, setting it aside. She grabs her coat, her keys. She needs to see him.

She needs to fix this.

Without another thought, she heads for the door, heart pounding as she makes her way to his hotel.

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You weren’t expecting her.

Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

Days had passed, stretching into something unbearable, something you forced yourself to endure because it was what she needed. Space. Time. A chance to decide if she even wanted to come back.

You had told yourself you wouldn’t wait forever. That if she wanted to leave, you would let her. That you wouldn’t be selfish—not anymore.

But when the knock comes, sharp and hesitant against the hotel door, your heart betrays you.

You open it, and there she is.

Yooyeon stands in the dim hallway, arms wrapped around herself, eyes flickering with uncertainty. Her hair is slightly damp, as if she’d rushed here without thinking twice. Her lips part, as if searching for something to say—something to explain why she’s here at all.

But then she steps forward.

Her hands reach for you first, fingers curling into your shirt, and before you can ask, before you can even breathe—

She kisses you.

It’s not careful. Not hesitant. Not like before.

It’s deep, unrestrained, filled with something desperate and aching, like she’s trying to grasp something that’s always felt just out of reach.

You’re stunned. For half a second, your body locks up—because how could you have prepared for this? For her? For the way she clings to you, pressing herself close like she’s afraid to let go?

And then you give in.

Your arms wrap around her, pulling her fully into you, returning the kiss with everything you’ve held back for too long.

She came back.

She wants this.

When she finally pulls away, her forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between you. “I don’t want to remember a love we pretended to have.” Her voice is quiet, steady despite the way her fingers tremble against your chest. “I want to love you for real.”

The words hit harder than you expect.

You swallow, pressing your lips together, hands tightening at her waist. “Are you sure?”

Her answer is immediate. “Yes.”

And that’s all you need.

You don’t know how you make it to the bed. Only that she doesn’t let go. That every step, every kiss, every touch feels like something slipping back into place—like something that had always been there, waiting to be found.

She’s warm against you, tucked under the sheets, her body curled into yours as if she belongs there.

And maybe she does.

Her head rests against your chest, fingers playing absently with the fabric of your shirt. She’s quiet, but not distant. Not like before.

You hesitate, then run a hand down her back, slow, deliberate. She shivers, but doesn’t pull away.

“I thought I lost you,” you admit, voice low in the quiet.

She shifts, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. In the dim light, her eyes are soft, filled with something painfully tender.

“I won’t leave you,” she murmurs.

You inhale sharply.

She presses her hand against your chest, right where your heartbeat pounds—steady, strong.

“Not again.”

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Their steps were slow, unhurried, yet every kiss, every touch, pulled them further inside, as if gravity itself was drawing them together. Yooyeon wasn’t even sure who was leading. It didn’t matter. Between soft sighs and the heat of his hands on her waist, guiding her closer, she only realized they had reached the bed when the backs of her knees met the edge.

She looked up at him, breathless, her pulse thrumming with anticipation. There was no hesitation this time, no uncertainty. Just them.

She kissed him again, rising onto her toes to meet him, her lips warm and insistent. He responded without pause, deepening the kiss, his hands steady on her waist as he pulled her closer. The sensation of him, solid and warm, sent a shiver racing down her spine.

Then, he pulled away just enough to rise above her, his gaze heavy with intent. Yooyeon’s breath caught, her skin buzzing with anticipation as his fingers found the hem of her sweater. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted it, the fabric sliding over her skin, gathering just above her chest. Cool air met the warmth of her body, sending a shiver through her as her stomach and the lace-covered swell of her breasts were revealed to him.

Her heart pounded as he leaned down, his lips tracing a slow, unhurried path along her jaw, then lower, down the delicate curve of her neck. Every press of his mouth left her skin tingling, warmth pooling deep inside her. His hands followed, tender yet assured, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. A quiet sigh escaped her, her back arching instinctively into his touch, silently urging him on.

His fingers skimmed the slope of her waist, tracing along her ribs before venturing lower. The anticipation made her breath stutter, her senses sharpening as his hand found the waistband of her jeans. She felt his fingers slip past the fabric with ease, the heat of his touch pressing against the thin lace of her panties.

A sharp breath hitched in her throat as he explored, teasing at her center with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure curling through her. She clung to his shoulders, her grip tightening as he pushed her further into sensation—patient, unhurried, savoring every reaction she gave him.

Beside her, his warmth enveloped her, grounding her even as his fingers continued their slow, teasing rhythm. Every movement was precise, coaxing, igniting a fire deep within her. She could feel the way her hips responded, rising instinctively to meet his touch, chasing the pleasure he so expertly drew from her.

Her breath came in quiet, uneven gasps, each one only spurring him on. His gaze flickered between her flushed face and the way her body moved under his touch, drinking in every sound, every shiver.

Then, seamlessly, their position shifted. He sat up, pulling her with him, his arms wrapping around her as he cradled her against his chest. Her head rested against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her breath shaky, her body trembling in his hold. Yet his hand remained between her thighs, never faltering, never rushing—just holding her there, guiding her deeper into sensation.

She clung to him, her fingers gripping his shirt as if anchoring herself against the pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely.

“Yooyeon…” He whispers her name, his voice deep and coaxing.

His free hand stroked her hair, tender and grounding—a stark contrast to the way his other hand moved with aching precision. She gasped, thighs trembling around his wrist, and he tightened his hold around her, murmuring soft reassurances against her temple.

She could feel his arousal pressing against her through his pants, heat radiating from him. Instinctively, her hand drifted down, palm grazing over the rigid outline. A quiet sigh escaped him at her touch.

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered, her voice laced with quiet desire.

A silent agreement passed between them as he slowly withdrew his hand from between her thighs, releasing her just long enough to let them shift.

Yooyeon pulled her sweater over her head, the fabric slipping away to reveal bare skin beneath. He helped her, his fingers grazing along her arms as he eased it off. She returned the gesture, undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders, baring him to her touch.

Piece by piece, they undressed—her bra, her jeans, the soft slide of lace slipping down her legs until nothing remained between them. She moved closer, hands finding the buckle of his belt, unfastening it with deliberate care. He watched her, breath shallow, as she worked the zipper down, easing his pants over his hips and letting them pool at his feet.

Left only in his boxers, his arousal strained against the fabric, the tension between them thick with anticipation. Settling between his legs, Yooyeon reached for the waistband, fingers curling around it as she tugged it down, inch by inch. The moment the fabric gave way, his erection sprang free, no longer bound by restraint.

She glanced up at him, lips slightly parted, her breath warm against his skin. He looked down at her, eyes dark with something between restraint and longing.

“Yooyeon… you don’t have to,” he murmured, his voice low, hesitant.

She shook her head, her heart aching at how gentle he was with her. “But I want to.”

And she did. It wasn’t just about desire—it was something deeper, something that went beyond the heat simmering between them. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her, how much she trusted him, how much she loved him. Every touch he had given her had been filled with tenderness, with devotion. She wanted to give that back to him now, to see him unravel because of her.

Holding his gaze, she leaned in, letting her lips brush against him first—soft, deliberate, reverent. His breath caught. Encouraged, she let her tongue flick out, tasting him, before slowly taking him into her mouth. He twitched against her tongue, and a quiet groan slipped from his lips. The sound sent warmth curling through her, not just from arousal, but from the knowledge that she could bring him pleasure like this. That he would let her. That he wanted her to.

She moved slowly, savoring the weight of him, the heat, the way his fingers threaded through her hair—not to guide her, not to demand, but simply to touch, to hold. His restraint was palpable, and it only made her more determined to make him feel good.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and the sight of him nearly stole her breath. His jaw was clenched, his brows drawn together, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But it was his eyes that struck her most—heavy-lidded, filled with something deep, something raw. It wasn’t just lust. It was trust. It was need. It was him letting her in, completely.

She took him deeper, her fingers gripping his thighs as she found a rhythm—slow, unhurried, giving him everything she had. She wanted him to feel it—to feel her. To know that this was more than just pleasure, that it was her love, her devotion, poured into every movement.

“Yooyeon…” His voice was strained, rough with need.

She stilled immediately, understanding him without question. He wasn’t asking her to stop—he just wanted something different. Something more.

He reached for her, his hands open, waiting. Without hesitation, she took them, letting him guide her up, pulling her closer.

She followed his lead, moving effortlessly into his lap, their bodies pressing together as she settled atop him. Face to face now, her knees hugged his sides, her chest brushing against his with every breath. A sharp shiver ran through her as she felt him—hot, hard, pressing against her stomach, the intimacy of their position making her pulse race.

She gazed at him, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, his neck, his jaw, memorizing every inch of him. His eyes, dark and unreadable, searched hers, and for a moment, they simply breathed together, held in the gravity of this moment.

Slowly, tenderly, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss—one filled with everything she couldn’t say out loud.

But she wanted to show him. To give him everything.

Her gaze drifted downward as she reached between them, her fingers grazing along his hardness, feeling the heat of him against her palm. A quiet shiver ran through her as she caressed him, taking her time, savoring the way he responded to her touch. With careful precision, she guided him, adjusting her position, her body instinctively preparing to take him in.

And then, without hesitation, she moved.

A quiet gasp left her lips as she slowly enveloped him, her body stretching to accommodate him, every inch sending waves of sensation through her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, seeking both support and connection, her forehead resting briefly against his as she took a steadying breath.

She felt him—deep, warm, filling her completely. But more than anything, what she felt was joy. A slow, radiant smile formed on her lips as she met his gaze, her heart swelling with something beyond just pleasure.

And then, as if that smile was all the invitation he needed, he began to move.

The first thrust sent a sharp, sweet pleasure rippling through her, her breath catching before it spilled out in a quiet moan. The next had her clutching onto him, overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling. The sound of their mingled breaths, the heat between them, the way their bodies moved together—it was all-consuming.

She melted into him, lost in the rhythm, lost in him.

The intensity overwhelmed him, and he fell back, bringing her with him. A gasp left Yooyeon’s lips as she followed, her body molding against his as his thrusts remained unrelenting. His hands moved to her hips, then lower, gripping her firmly as he guided her movements, driving her deeper into pleasure.

She felt the heat, the desperation between them, the way their bodies refused to part even for a second. Every movement sent another wave of sensation crashing through her, pushing her closer to the edge.

But she wanted more than just the pleasure. She wanted him—completely.

Yooyeon cupped his face, her fingers threading into his damp hair as she looked down at him. His jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed, lost in the sheer intensity of their connection. She could see it, feel it—the tension coiling tight within him.

So she kissed him.

Soft at first, then deeper, her lips parting to welcome him, their tongues meeting in a slow, tangled dance. She poured herself into the kiss, coaxing, soothing, grounding him even as the pleasure consumed them both.

And slowly, she felt him relax beneath her, surrendering to her touch, to her.

As his pace became less erratic, she adjusted, matching his rhythm with newfound confidence. She learned his movements, feeling the way their bodies aligned, and slowly, she took control—rolling her hips in time with his, meeting each thrust with her own.

Their breaths synced, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

She felt it in the way he held her, in the way his hands tightened on her waist, guiding her but letting her lead. A quiet thrill coursed through her at the unspoken understanding between them, at the way he let her set the pace, trusting her, surrendering to her.

Their eyes met, locking in an intimate gaze, the world around them fading away. There were no words—there was no need for them. In that moment, everything was clear.

It was just them.

“Yooyeon… I’m close…” His voice was ragged, strained, barely holding on.

She gasped, her fingers tightening against his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. “Me too…” she whispered, her breath hitching. Then, she met his gaze, her eyes soft, full of trust. “You can… it’s fine.”

A shudder ran through him at her words, at the quiet certainty in her voice.

And then, together, they unraveled.

His grip on her waist tightened as he thrust deep, his release spilling into her just as she came undone around him. A sharp, breathless cry escaped her lips as pleasure surged through her, overwhelming, consuming. She trembled in his arms, her body clinging to his as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through them both.

For a long moment, neither of them moved—just the sound of their breaths mingling, their bodies still entwined, the warmth of each other keeping them grounded.

Slowly, Yooyeon melted against his chest, her heart still racing, a soft, contented sigh escaping her.

They had never felt closer.

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You wake up before her.

The first thing you notice is the weight of her arm draped over your chest, her fingers lightly curled against your skin. The second is how deeply she sleeps—peaceful, unguarded, as if she belongs here, as if there was never a time when she didn’t.

Something tight eases in your chest.

You should move, should slip away before she stirs, but you don’t. You just lie there, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the way the early morning light catches the strands of her hair.

She came back.

Not out of obligation. Not because of memories.

But because she chose you.

Your fingers brush over her knuckles, tracing the shape of her hand. She shifts at the touch, her brows scrunching slightly before her eyes flutter open.

For a second, she blinks at you, dazed with sleep. Then, she smiles—small, warm, real. "You're staring."

You huff a quiet laugh. "You're the one who came here in the middle of the night and threw yourself at me."

She flushes, burying her face into your chest. "I did not throw myself at you."

"You did." You smirk, tightening your hold around her. "Not that I’m complaining."

She groans but doesn’t pull away, only presses closer. You feel the sigh she lets out, something soft and content against your skin.

Then, quieter, almost hesitant—“What happens now?”

Your grip on her tightens slightly.

Because the truth is, you don’t know.

There is no contract binding you anymore. No pretense of a marriage built on expectations, no excuse to hide behind the illusion of what you used to be.

There is only this—the love she chose to give you.

And you—the love you’ve always had for her.

You exhale, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We take it one day at a time.”

She tilts her head up, searching your face. You meet her gaze, your voice quieter when you add, “And this time, we don’t hide.”

Her expression softens. She lifts a hand, cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing just below your eye.

"Okay," she whispers.

And just like that, it’s decided.

This time, it’s real.

No pretending. No distance.