THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

I had prepared this trailer in my native language, but unfortunately it doesn't work very much since they prefer to read BL however I worked a lot on it, almost eight hours, I will try to republish it in english even though I know my english is really bad, thanks anyway if anyone will watch it!

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex,

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS I had prepared this trailer in my native language, but unfortunately it doesn't work

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 1

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex,

Although it doesn't seem possible, I feel as if Heeseung is offended because of me, frankly I am afraid that this will bring out his hidden side, but I am still quite certain of my decision.

Of course, if someone had told me that I would reject any of the boys, even Heeseung, I would never have believed it. With him I feel strange, it's as if there is more than just an irresistible physical attraction, and it scares me.

I'm too emotionally involved, being so much a fan of his. I have to defend myself.

"I'm a little rusty, I need two or three warm-up games." He anticipates, as we get back into the car.

I nod wearily. "All right, we can do that. I'll start placing the order?"

"All right - he replies, handing me the phone, more politely this time, - you know how to use it." Then he starts the motor.

I use South Korea's most popular home delivery app, it should be fine. I have the list prepared by Jay as I mark item after item.

"We could have ordered takeout from the beginning, why are we here?"

"Jay said to get you a driver - he explains, as if it's obvious, I didn't understand anything - I think he wants to keep you busy so you don't stay home too much. Especially today that Sunghoon and I had no plans."

I smile spontaneously, Jay really thinks of everything , huh? He also tought about a driver, why can't I stop smiling again? I miss him a little, I can't wait for him to come home.

On the way we talk nothing but grocery shopping, I ask his opinion on the brands available, him being a connoisseur apparently, and it all goes on rather naturally.

When we get back to the penthouse, Sunghoon is right in the living room at the entrance with his arms folded. I avoid looking at him and proceed to Jay's room to make myself comfortable, Heeseung stays to watch the roommate.

Before going inside, I honestly eavesdrop.

"Where have you been? There's no groceries either."

"We ordered it, it's more convenient." Responds Heeseung relaxed that he is still removing his shoes at the entrance.

"You've been out for a while."

"We took the pc.... actually, by the way-" Heeseung suddenly seems to remember.

Sunghoon approaches curiously. "What?"

No, Heeseung. You cannot betray me so soon. I need to know if he will, so I hide behind the corridor wall, moving closer to listen better.

"Aish, no, nothing."

"Yah! - Complains the younger one. - Tell me!"

"It's nothing, really."

Is he really not telling him? Is he really tergiversing? Or is he also afraid of what Sunghoon might do if he finds out, being such a devilish fellow?

"Why won't you tell me?"

"It's just that it doesn't matter, and besides, you don't really care, do you?" Lee Heeseung doesn't seem to be fooled by Sunghoon's smirk.

"You're right, I don't care. - He scans the words with annoyance, the shorter by a few inches, Sunghoon.... - Where does she live?"

"In Hongdae."

"Understood."

"I'm going to change - he says, starting for his room, then stops, - do you want to play LoL?"

He doesn't answer right away, then clears his throat. "Okay?"

"Are you asking me? - Heeseung asks confused. - But instead... you're not doing anything today? Aren't you seeing Wonnie?"

"She has a photo shoot. Anyway, I don't like this temperature, I'm not used to the heat yet."

In fact, when we returned, I felt a nice coolness. The air conditioners are on and the air smells clean, but it feels strange to imagine Sunghoon feeling threatened by such a thing as heat, or maybe it is not so strange, after all, he is still the ice prince.

"Okay, then take the PC."

I go back to Jay's room completely dazed. I'm pretty sure they didn't see me, and it seems that Heeseung doesn't really want to flaunt my shame to the winds.

I continue to brood as I make myself comfortable in this morning's clothes. When I leave, carrying my things, I notice that the two have already settled on the floor around the low table. Heeseung has beer, Sunghoon something like a korean sweet bread, they have them nearby, but there are other things as well. Will Heeseung have done this? I guess so, that makes me smile.

"What will the matches be like, since we're in team with you?" Sunghoon asks, sighing and sitting at an appropriate distance.

I stand in the middle between the two, legs crossed, then, let my hair down. For a second, I'm sure I have both of their eyes on me, but I'm not brave enough to lift my gaze and ascertain if that's really.

"I guess it will be a little... hard?" I say, Heeseung understands, Sunghoon continues to look at me confused.

"You say they put us with other psychopaths like you?"

"Have you had lunch?" The younger man then asks, completely out of context.

We look at each other awkwardly and somewhat complicitly, Heeseung and I, then he answers for both of us. "I did, she didn't really."

"That's not true, I had lunch too." I reply in a joking tone.

"That's not lunch! You have to stop that."

"Are you the couple now?" Sighs Sunghoon boredly, who goes back to looking disgustedly at his computer screen.

"Have you had lunch, you?" I ask him - but why do I do that?

He didn't expect it either judging by the way he looks at me, surprised. He even fails to answer at the moment, then snorts annoyed.

"I wasn't hungry."

"It's not that you were waiting us?" Heeseung asks amused.

"You were grocery shopping, didn't you say..." He almost blurts out, then lets the words die in an astonished grin.

"Shall I make you something?"

"Actually you could." He replies immediately.

But what am I doing? Why am I being nice to him?

"Wait, no! Order something!" Heeseung tackles him.

"Ah - he exclaims annoyed - we'll think about it later. Start we playing or not?"

Basically, he is not ruling out the possibility of having me cook exclusively for him, no, mr. kindness is concerned not to spoil the mood of the moment.

Certainly selfless, but yet - why does he seem sad? No, he's not sad, he's just bitter about giving us importance? In fact, I don't understand.

I nod, confused.

We exchange nicknames and in no time we manage to create a team, although I can't stop laughing after seeing that Sunghoon's account doesn't even have the lowest rank.

"We can't play with him, sure puts us with the strong ones." I explain, after a few seconds.

"Actually.... however, by not doing ranked, we could still play in the end." Heeseung says.

Sunghoon looks at us as if we were speaking in arabic, then mumbles annoyed. "I got the computer by now, I'll play anyway."

We start the queque of the first game. Meanwhile, Heeseung hands me his can, and I am tempted to accept, but then change my mind. I don't want to look like an alcoholic.

Oh no, he's already conditioning me.

"Don't let her drink until she eats." Reminds him, Sunghoon, who would perhaps like to appear thoughtful, the idiot? No, perhaps he is simply annoyed by my tantrums.

"I didn't want any anyway." I reply acidly.

"I'll put on the music! - He proposes Heeseung and it's such a good idea. - What shall I put on?"

"I need the light." I answer spontaneously.

"Can you say any song and pick an ost?"

However, the major doesn't answer right away, he just stares at me, he does it for a long time. "No, it's good."

"I'd like to hear it live someday." I admit, awkwardly.

Okay, we're in the game. The games always start slowly, we're all very focused, the music is soothing, and before long a lot of their colleagues, senior BTS and Seventeen, also NCT, fellow TXT and Stray Kids, start from the speakers, but there's also a touch of personality in the random frequency of these songs. They are almost never leadtracks.

I know what I said, but deep down I also know that someone like Heeseung has to have good taste. I know that his concept of music is different from that of ordinary mortals.

"You've died twice already." Heeseung breaks the silence.

"He keeps attacking me even under tower, he has a move that literally teleport him." He argues his position animatedly, an offended Sunghoon.

"Don't expose yourself, just try to take away a little life at a time. When it's low enough life, half life is fine, call me I'll catch up."

Seunghoon seems to get distracted for a second but then becomes lucid again. "Okay, good."

He's entering competitive mode, I know because as i'm killing lane's beasts, I move the camera to his character. He sucks to play, bought all the wrong items, but at least he has reflexes, so he executes my directions well.

"I'm coming, let him damage you and then run under the tower so he can follow you." I tell him, he quickly transposes.

"Okay."

I manage to trap enemy under tower so that he doesn't kill Sunghoon and also that I can kill him, simply being a little stronger than the latter but not at my level.

"Kill steal!" He can say that, in english, english good as his game but still nglish.

"Are you kidding?" Heeseung bursts out laughing.

"Yes..." He admits, comically annoyed.

I feel like smiling but restrain myself, continuing to play in silence.

"Ah! Help below! - Heeseung asks, pointing to himself on the map. I quickly catch up with him, he is up against two enemies, i attack them from behind, he thus manages to gain the upper hand. - Yes assholes, they thought they would stop my killing spree." He says, and kills them both.

I sigh, I could have done it myself but I don't know why I decided to let him do it. Anyway, I couldn't have done it with Sunghoon because he would have died there for sure, not for anything else.

"You left me the kills?" He asks surprised.

"No." I answer.

He smiles out of the blue and I can't control my expression because I end up doing the same. "Liar."

"You are liar." I say, for some reason.

Sunghoon wearily rolls his eyes with an expression bordering on disgust. "Are you finished? Ew."

"You think about not dying." Heeseung reminds him.

He doesn't heed the advice and his death combo seems to start again, so I lurk in his area. Being the one that goes in support of the team, I can do that, plus being the lowest he is being targeted by virtually all opponents.

"Stay under tower." I remind him.

"I don't need your help."

"If you keep dying you make them stronger. It's a problem for everyone."

He snorts with superiority, though I don't understand which one. "Come only if I'm dying."

It becomes a matter of pride as usual, all right. I won't help him, and I won't intervene unless he's dying. Exactly twelve seconds pass before he is almost completely lifeless.

"You suck so bad." Heeseung, who is watching him, takes the words out of my mind.

"Shut up! - Speak in the plural, he's nervous. - Weren't you supposed to help me?"

"I don't know, I'm waiting for you to ask me for help. I'll stay here."

"Don't be a sh--" He interrupts himself, grunting annoyed.

I am better than him, i have no need for revenge, i have no enemies. Three of them come at him, but they are all so low that I manage to leave them with one notch of life, then walk away.

"Are you leaving them the triple?"

"I don't care." I reply, imagining I look the coolest in the world.

Sunghoon, confused manages to kill one, then lifts his gaze to me, I spontaneously return his gaze.

"Are you crazy?" He tells me, evidently stunned.

"Omo, you're the worst!" Heeseung shouts, so surprised that he has to get up.

Sunghoon is killed, he other two following me, and I don't know why but I am dazed, the two of them blocking me and charging at me with both ultimates slaughtering me. First death of the game.

"What..." I ask myself under my breath, in italian, staring at the pc screen.

"W-Why?!" Heeseung raises his voice.

Sunghoon closes the laptop, stands up, then looks at me ruefully. "It's all your fault."

I turn distraught, looking at him. "What?"

I would have expected the elder to ask the other to get back on the PC, but in the end he doesn't, he just stands by and watches the skit perplexed.

"Let's stop playing the game! This game sucks!" He seems to make it up on the spot, completely upset, but by what?

Heeseung is even more confused. "But if we've even been playing for fifteen minutes!"

"What do you want to play?"

"To Go."

We both turn to him. "What?"

"Let's play Go, so we can see who's better at it." He mumbles very offended a suddenly tender Sunghoon.

Tender? No, let alone.

Heeseung remains silent for a while checking on his phone as I keep telling Sunghoon that it's not fair at all since only he knows how to play it, and he retorts that it's not his problem if we can't play it.

"They're passing...the boys." He says, under his breath.

Although our voices seem to cover him in the moment, we both hear perfectly. "The boys who?" Sunghoon asks.

"TXT." Sighs Heeseung.

"And why?"

"Niki invited them."

"Aish, that brat-" he starts to curse, but then seems to remember my presence and prefers to keep quiet.

"What a nuisance - mutters Heeseung - how do we deal with her?"

"She locks herself in room." Sunghoon replies without having thought about it for a single second.

"What? No, I want to be there too!"

"No way." Sunghoon tells me, Heeseung seems about to retort but finally doesn't.

"Why? I won't do anything weird!" I try to remain meek, trying to convince him.

"How do we explain that you are here? What are you supposed to be doing here?"

"Cleaning lady?" I propose, falsely naive.

"It's not like they stay all day."

The major puts a hand under his chin, thoughtful. "What if I invite your friend?"

I glare at him, but I don't understand why. "Ester?"

"Are you dumb?" Sunghoon immediately scolds him.

"She has already met me, you said we can be safe, we can say that you are of our foreign friends. They won't disdain the company of two beautiful girls."

Sunghoon opens his mouth but then says nothing, I nod fully convinced. "Dhe will love it!"

"I still don't want all their attention on her." Heeseung says, surprising me.

Sunghoon looks away annoyed. "Did you see on the group? Who's coming home?"

"Just Riki and Jay, for now."

"Alright, then get yourself sorted out." Sunghoon breathes heavily, resting his elegant fists on his narrow hips.

"I'm going!" I say all too happily.

Honestly, I don't even care who the ones to come among TXT are, I'll still be happy and Ester will be too, we listen them a lot. However, why do I feel jealous? It's unfair, unfair, I know it well... yet it's also all so exciting and hectic that I become more impulsive. No, I'm happy that Ester is coming, and I'm happy that ... she's meeting Jay, finally.

To be honest, it's the least I can do after all she has done for me.

I get my things from HIS room, staying to stare at Jay's folded clothes for a few seconds. It's strange because we seemed so close at first, but over the next few days we hardly spoke to each other.

I call Ester, hoping she answers despite being at work.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Not really. You're invited to some kind of game afternoon with TXT.... Jay's there."

She shouts, despite being practically in the office, then I hear her clamp her mouth shut. "How much time do I have?"

"I have no idea. As soon as possible, 'll send you the address. Be sure not to say anything to anyone..."

"Are you kidding? - She can't contain her contentment. - I have to make myself look good. I'm coming, bye."

I have no idea how but I know it won't be a problem for her to leave work, considering that her superior clearly has a soft spot for her.

Luckily I listened to Heeseung, coming home to get clothes was providential, now I can indulge. I go to the bathroom, things in my arms, the hallway seemed deserted but Sunghoon appeared, seeming to be looking for me judging by the way he approaches before I can enter the bathroom.

"What is this friend of yours like?"

"She's prettier than me, if that's what you want to know." I answer distractedly.

"Heeseung said she knows him, how is that possible?"

I remain silent for several seconds, then sigh. "We went up to the apartment."

"Are you kidding?" He asks me seriously, but he sounds furious.

"I told him to stay in the car."

"If anything happens because of you... - he says under his breath, though the tone creeps - I don't even want to think about it."

So he says, pulling away.

All right, he won't wipe my smile off this time, are we kidding me? Finally I can present myself as a normal person to people I admire, finally I can lie, pretend to believe other people's lies, finally I can be on the same level. 

No contract.

In the shower, however, it occurs to me that I was able to behave somewhat normally today, and in fact it's not like I felt the weight of the contract, along with Heeseung.

I think back to the fact that he even lied, keeping our secret.

But why am I smiling? Let's stop it, honestly, if with others I can even fantasize, with Heeseung I shouldn't even do that, simply because his appreciation creates too big a gap between an ordinary person and a celebrity.

Let's not think about it, I dry my hair properly, I don't have many products make up but I make sure to use each one to the best of my ability. Putting on the music and starting the preparation process, almost two hours pass and it is already four o'clock. I am a little surprised that no one has arrived yet.

Heeseung is leaving his room when I come out of the bathroom, just as Sunghoon is, on the opposite side. For a brief second we all look at each other but I'm the first to look down.

"I was right..." Heeseung says.

I am confused. "What?"

"Purple looks good on you."

He says and his words seem to imprint themselves on my skin. I should tattoo it, honestly.

I'm wearing a tight, short little dress with slits on both sides, very loose but with a ring showing the skin holding it all together. I've loosened my hair, let it fall down one shoulder, these are uncovered, and a tight, black chocker clasps my neck.

"Change." Sunghoon orders.

Heeseung looks at him surprised but says nothing.

"They will think she is a prostitute."

I walk toward him, I really hit him in the face this time; he's really tired me. "Ya! You have-"

The boy stops me by the wrist and I look completely powerless in comparison to him. "I said, get changed."

"No!" I glare at him.

"Aren't our attentions enough? Do you want theirs too?" He asks and for several seconds looks at my lips.

I shiver, backing away. What was that?

"He's right, you should change." Heeseung nods, betraying me.

"No, why?"

He stepped closer to me, forcing me to turn toward him rather than the roommate. "The situation could get weird ... with two girls ... and all these guys."

"You're not even able to avoid these things? What are you, animals?" I reply, as brave as I am opportunistic.

"What are you talking about? - Sunghoon complains, grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to look at him, starts turning my head with these two, I swear. - It's not that, it's that you're too exposed."

"I'm not changing!" I raise my voice.

Have they both gone crazy? What do they want from me? I dress as I please, and then it was Heeseung himself who told me to get this stuff! It's true that it's not random-that I chose purple garments, but it doesn't change that I can decide to wear them whenever I want!

"I'm hungry. - Says Sunghoon, serious. - Cook for me."

"Order yourself some food." I reply disinterestedly.

They ring the doorbell and we all turn sharply. Heeseung seems to voluntarily precede me, starting to run toward the entrance, Sunghoon does the same, and though I don't understand why, I join in as well.

It should be Ester, the directions were crystal clear, so I'm pretty sure it's her.

"Get changed." Heeseung says.

"I'm not changing." I repeat, adjusting my skirt.

They ring again. "You're making me nervous." Sunghoon continues.

"I'll get over it."

"Ya! Open up or not?" Jay yells behind the door.

I turn pale. Why? Shouldn't he have the keys? Anyway, I shouldn't be surprised, I had so much fun saying I wanted to wear it anyway...I'm certainly not afraid of Jay...or what he'll think... of what he will say... of how he'll look at me.

Sunghoon chuckles contentedly, Heeseung sighs and then opens.

"Have you read about the..." He starts to say as he enters, but then he lifts his gaze and stays staring at me.

I feel tiny little in front of him, and I don't know why but I kind of like it.

"Yeonjun and the others are coming." Heeseung continues.

"What are you wearing?" He asks, not at all in a kind tone.

"We invited a friend of hers, we'll say they're foreign girls we know-so it won't be strange."

"A friend of hers?" Jay asks surprised, turning to the major.

"Yes, I met her today. She said she's quiet."

Even at this moment, it's as if Heeseung is justifying himself to Jongseong, but he's not the elder. It's strange, right?

"Did you meet her today?"

"We went to Amanda's apartment." He explains, serenely.

But then why does it feel like my chest is crumbling when Jay looks at me? "Oh, really?"

Heeseung looks at me now, too. "She's a big fan of yours. She kept asking about you -- and then, there were so many posters of you." He says, believing himself funny.

Jay, however, is more awake, as I suspected. "Did you see her friend's room?"

The boy seems not to expect such a question, naively even, but he smiles. "More or less, give her a nice welcome."

"Are you going clubbing?" He asks, and that's enough to make my knees shake.

Why don't I react as I do with others? Why do I become so docile with him? It's just that I feel that seeing him really angry is something very frightening.

"Don't you like it?" I desperately try the path of seduction, but also of downplaying.

"I didn't say that - he replies, calmly - unbelievable, you act just like a little girl. You're even older than me."

"Come on, don't say that." Tries to make peace, Heeseung.

Jay sighs, starting for his room.

"Are you happy? - Sunghoon asks, satisfied. - You made him angry."

Heeseung still needs to change, since he has been playing the whole time, Sunghoon is comfortable too, but Niki seems to be coming back so time is tight. I wonder where Ester is with all the time that has passed.

The door clicks as I am sitting alone in the living room, wearing the same purple dress. Honestly I would have dressed like that anyway, my style is provocative, if I'm going to make a good impression it's obvious that I'm banking a lot on physical appearance, it's not such absurd reasoning.... But being a woman, things change.

I'm so tired of their pathetic beliefs.

"Noona." A voice as deep as the abyss calls to me.

I turn around confused. "Riki..."

"Did you prepare in advance?" He asks me, without posing any kind of problem with my attire.

Involuntarily I smile; there is still hope. "I just got ready."

"Let me see - he says, closing the door behind and holding out his hand, which I grasp in a manner that is nothing short of natural, lifting myself off the couch. - Wow, noona... you are so hot."

No Niki -- the way you bit your lip as you said that is hot. The tight white wifey showing off your broad shoulders is hot. But I'm not going to give in to the temptation to fantasize about you, you're just a well developed little boy.

"Do you like it? Everyone told me to change."

"Anyone would be jealous of that." He says spontaneously, smiling. He seems in a good mood.

"Should I do it?"

"Absolutely not, make them angry. Make them black with anger."

"Or red." I joke, at ease.

"That's okay too. - He says, walking away toward his room. - I read that a friend of yours is coming."

"Please welcome her properly, it's very important."

Actually, we never really had any real interactions, but I sensed from the start that Niki was different from the others. Like a white wolf in a pack of black wolves, but more like a puppy. He was always kind, but maybe he still didn't trust - or maybe something good happened to him and he's sunny.

There are still so many things I don't know about them.

After several minutes of doing nothing, I start to feel my eyes closing on their own, I rest my head just for a moment on the back of the couch, and I don't know precisely how much time passes, but it ends with someone continuing to tap me on the forehead.

I also hear the sound of the doorbell.

I jerk my eyes open, find Heeseung's face there, and yell out in a rush.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

"I think it's your friend, your phone was ringing." He says.

I look at my cell phone, two missed calls, then look toward the doorway. "I have to open!"

Even as I get up and go, I am literally overtaken in time by Jay who walks past me and opens the door. Ester is paralyzed, as well as simply ravishing. She has long red hair that slides down her slender, milky body, with a black dress that sharply breaks up her pallor.

"Wow." Jay exclaims.

I would do the same, if this didn't bother me. "Omo, don't... I dont't...-- Ester turns around, covering her face, has suddenly become shy, the actress! - I don't understand..."

"Am I so ugly that you won't even look at me?" Jay asks, although he knows perfectly well that it's not about that.

When Ester turns around with tear-filled eyes I see the boy stiffen in surprise, and I am even more jealous. "Omo... Jay.... Jongseong..."

"Please come in." He tells her, moving aside.

Ester enters and can't take her eyes off him but continues to stand at arm's length. Deep down, I can't help but be happy for her.... Indeed, it would even be possible for Jay to take an interest in her. After all, she is a normal girl, she ... she is also so beautiful.

"Do you... do you want to hug me? - He asks in a rather comical tone, spreading his arms wide. - I won't bite, really."

She rushes to hug him, resting her buxom breasts on Jay's bare chest, or rather, covered by a simple tank top that surely will not have cushioned the contact.

Seeing how she squeezes him, Jay evidently swallows agitated. Ester's breasts are so beautiful and soft, not that I have fantasized about touching them, of course....

"Are you jealous?" Heeseung whispers to me.

I shudder, gasp. "Not at all."

"How can two such beautiful girls look at him if I'm here?"

I'm tired of his insinuations, and I'm also nervous about my own business. "He definitely has it bigger."

"Yah! You haven't even seen it!"

"I'm sure of it." I reply, continuing to watch the two almost flirting.

Jay touches her shoulders, sometimes her hips, she doesn't pull away at all. Smart as usual my good Ester, I smile nervously, looking away. Heeseung follows my movement, learning again in front of my face.

"You know, it's annoying." He admits in a whisper.

"What?"

"You seem to like Jay and Sunghoon more than me."

"Sunghoon?" I ask altered, drawing the attention of the other two.

He, with the mouth wide open in amazement, looks me annoyed. "Ah, about Jay you don't deny it?" 

Huh? Why is he doing this to me? He's betraying me at the worst time, but how am I supposed to stop him from continuing to talk since Ester is also watching us? I don't even want to imagine Jay's expression, he will be angry for sure.

"No, you more." I say, thinking myself clever, I guess.

Heeseung twists his lips. "What, do I look stupid to you?"

"What are you idiots talking about?" Jay asks.

We look away simultaneously. "Nothing. - I answer, standing at attention. - Ester, shall I show you the house?"

"Don't let her into my room." Heeseung intimates menacingly.

"Not even in mine." Jay admits.

Ester obviously bursts out laughing after her favorite's words, and I try not to find it revolting as I grab her by the wrist. "Let's go."

When we are finally alone in the kitchen area, with Ester looking around quite fascinated by the modern kitchen but I think more by the fact that she is in the Enhypen dormitory, I hear her start to giggle.

"Are you a lucky bitch?"

"Not really." I answer quickly, without thinking.

"Who are you introducing me to now? Anyway, I think I fell in love with Jay instantly." She admits, although it was obvious she was trying to change the subject.

I smile nervously, opening the fridge and handing her a beer; I know she will appreciate it. "I know, he's really handsome."

"You also said he's... big...." She nods.

"Ester! - I call to her, remembering later that we are speaking in italian and they couldn't understand anyway, even on the off chance they were spying on us. - W-Well, you should try to win him over. You are far too beautiful."

"Omo, should I? - Asks, reaching for her beer, then I see his sly grin lengthen. - What's the matter, Amanda? Are you jealous of Jay?"

"No!"

"By the way, you're too cool. You're making me look bad, go change."

I smile amusedly, everything seems back to normal in a second. "Stop telling me that!"

"Who told you that?"

Everyone, I guess? Jay didn't exactly say it directly.

"No, n-" I try to say, but I freeze when Sunghoon also enters in the kitchen, not giving me a glance at all, concentrating on Ester.

"How do you do?" He asks curiously.

Ester looks like some kind of reptile who freezes as she drinks and almost doesn't drop the water on her face, lucky that I move the small bottle in time. "Ester?"

She immediately covers her mouth, looking at me, and why? "How is it so good?"

"Really? I didn't attention to that." I lie unashamedly.

The boy, who is watching us indisposed by speaking italian, gives me a threatening look and then approaches her. "I don't speak italian, but Italy is beautiful. There are a lot of pretty girls... - he says as if he were the friendliest person in the world. - Wow."

"WOW? - She screams, returning the emotional but still crazier and more natural Ester. - You are really beautiful in person." She admits, looking him straight in the eye.

I feel like laughing, so I pull away so as not to ruin the moment. I notice that Ester has taken his face with both hands, to bring him closer and observe him better, and through it all Sunghoon remaining with his hands crossed behind his back, indulging in his desires. Why am I staring at them so much? For a few seconds, Sunghoon also shifts his pupils to me, but what does it mean?

It doesn't mean anything at all.

"What are they feeding you? You are all so big and strong." She keeps feeling him, touching his bare arms or chest.

Since I've lived here, I almost couldn't get close to him, it's only natural that I feel envious of Ester, after all, she's the main character tonight and I just have to accept it. The thing I should accept most of all right now is to be a despicable person, envious of such a great friend like her, who deserves all this.

"Have you been friends for long?" Sunghoon reconnects with me, as I sense a presence behind me.

Ester smiles softly. "Unfortunately, not for long enough. I found a true sister in her." 

Her words warm my heart, but they also make me feel worse. It's not fair what I thought, it's not fair how I felt -- feeling jealousy for the person I can never be again, at their eyes, is certainly not Ester's fault.0

"Your favorite is Jay?"

She nods in satisfaction. "Of course, I'm completely crazy about him."

"Really? - A deep voice asks, appearing mysteriously. - Nice to meet you."

Niki has come from his room and stood at my side, I look down at him and he looks far too bright now that he has changed. He has practically taken off his clothes to put on a very expensive but apparently very comfortable all-grey jumpsuit with some black lines. I turn to Ester who is pale, Sunghoon is annoyed.

"P-P-Please! Niki-chan!" She starts whimpering, approaching him.

The boy automatically snaps back, maybe paparazzi trained his reflexes, Ester stops. "Oh, sorry!"

"No, forgive me! - My friend answers. - Are you okay?"

As the two of them converse I notice that Sunghoon is looking at me, but why? What do his serious eyes mean on me?

"Forgive me, it's just that it often happens that fans jump on me and it terrifies me." Admits Niki, who does not seem to have such an obvious character.

"You're right, I shouldn't act this way with a child. - She sighs, taking a long bow to make up for it. - Nice to meet you, I'm Ester."

"Ester? I like her." Smiles Niki, who preferred this approach and is now stroking her head.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five." She answers confidently, she, who is older than me by two years if we consider time as koreans do.

"Wow! - The two boys exclaim together. - Are you serious?" Niki asks.

"Do I look older?"

"You look barely 20." Sunghoon says, almost giving me gasps.

"You guys are great, but when coming back Jay?" He asks suddenly, leaving them stunned.

Meanwhile, Heeseung was coming in, who burst out laughing so hard he had to hold on to the wall. "What's going on?"

"The koreans fans would be crawling at our feet right now." Niki commented amused, looking at Ester.

"That's why I prefer the west." Jay exclaims, coming into the kitchen.

"No doubt about that." Heeseung nods.

Sunghoon snickers. "You are the shame of your country."

I can see Ester scowling, I swear.

"When are the boys coming?" Ignores their unhelpful comments, Jay, turning to Niki who lifts the phone and seems to alert everyone.

"They've been here ten minutes."

"What?!" Ester and me ask in chorus.

They all turn to us. "You get used to us quickly, huh?" The most menacing of them all asks again.

I see Ester smiling blissfully as looks at him, curling her lips. "To you, never..."

"This is wrong." Sunghoon remembers.

We all go to open, and seeing the TXTs is like a vision. In front of everyone is Yeonjun, dressed as casually as I would have imagined, next to him Beomgyu and Taehyun, just behind Soobin but stretching out I keep trying to see if Hueningkai is there too, which however he is not, unfortunately.

"Oh, how do you do?" Says Yeonjun who actually looked like he was about to blurt at them for keeping him waiting. But then he stops, and says this, looking at me.

Looking at me? When Ester is beside me?

I see he casts a few glances at her too but the one who is really staring at her right now is Beomgyu. Am I confused? And a little disappointed, since I like him so much?

"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Heeseung asks, putting himself in front of me. Paying attention, he has rather broad shoulders too, seeming to obscure my sunshine but it's okay if I can observe this.

"I should beat you up. But don't you have phones?"

Niki chuckles, embarrassed, how cute. "I had the mute. Why don't you ring?"

"The theory of the demented - Yeonjun announces, coming in and walking past me, giving me a look so intense it makes my knees shake, I try to swallow but have no saliva - according to Beomgyu you changed bells with the neighbors to confuse saesaeng."

"One of the staff told me that." The boy justifies himself not exactly well, walking in.

Oh? Did Taehyun notice me too? I like him because his gaze is kind, not heavy like Yeonjun's discombobulating but instead restorative, able to set things right. I can't help but turn an intimidated smile to him.

I hear someone's tongue snapping behind my ears and I lift my gaze immediately annoyed, with a sudden change of expression. 

"Will you stop smiling at everyone?"

"What do you care?"

"You have to have some self-respect, too." 

I hate him, I forgot how much I hate him. But why was I nice to him today? I even asked him if he wanted me to cook for him -- I don't know if I'm stupid or self-defeating. Yes because he is like a razor blade cutting the skin, burning, bringing everything back to despicable reality, but why don't I push him away? Am I really that shallow?

They all settle down toward the sofa area, so we are away from the crowd and the chaos for a moment.

"That's enough, Sunghoon." I tell him, bravely.

He opens his big lips, surprised. "Huh?"

"Leave me alone. I know very well what my position is, there's no dress or makeup or smile that can hide it, I'll still leave anyway. But can I just be myself for one night? A mere fan? Can you just-"

"No. - He don't thinks enough about it, that's how it is. - I won't allow you to drive them crazy too."

Even? Why are you getting in the way?

"No one is going crazy."

"Are you pretending naivete or are you stupid?" He asks more menacingly, moving closer to me.

I can feel his breath tickling my face, it's so...intense. "Stop it."

"You want to be like this? Go ahead and play, let's see if you're that good at games." He says, then walks away.

What anxiety he has put on me. What is this feeling that grips me to the core? I don't understand anything at this point, too much has happened today.

When I get close again, I find they're all drinking, like normal guys in the afternoon - no, maybe not exactly normal, considering they're practically athletes. Ester sits next to Jay, on the couch, and is in the one place where I wouldn't feel vulnerable right now, but that's okay, anyway, he wouldn't know how to make me feel better either.

I go to sit between Heeseung and Niki but they both glare at me. "W-What?"

"You can't sit on the floor." He reminds me of the major.

"Do you want to sit on my lap, noona?" Niki asks, who is obviously not serious.

Yeonjun takes Beomgyu by the collar and tosses him amicably on the floor, tapping his palm on the pillow. "You can sit here."

Why did I look at Sunghoon out of the blue? Stop it, Amanda. Of course he is always annoyed.

I sit but we are certainly cramped on the sofa, lucky that I am only between Yeonjun and the armrest.... I'm breaking out in a cold sweat, it's really Yeonjun's thigh that's touching mine right now and I know he doesn't feel anything under the cargo, but I have exposed skin.

"Who are they?" Soobin asks, who is evidently intrigued by Ester with her red hair, her white skin, her elegant profile. - I didn't even get their names right."

"Ester." My friend raises her hand.

I, on the other hand, lower my gaze. "Amanda."

"Are you the shy one?" Yeonjun asks me nonchalantly.

Sunghoon bursts out laughing, alone.

Jay glares at him, Heeseung smiles annoyed. 

"What don't we know?" Soobin then asks, smiling in turn.

"Ester is Jay's chick while Amanda ... is Sunghoon's chick?" Beomgyu proposes.

"No!" The chorus gets quite full-bodied as we answer. 

It is me, Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jay as well who respond. Ester is surprised, looking at her best boy with an annoyed look.

"I was talking about them, not us." He tells her, smiling sarcastically.

Ester bursts out laughing, not at all lucid, I can tell. "Honey, you had me worried."

"So you are single?" Yeonjun asks again, I shiver to my hair.

"Amanda is, actually." Ester answers for me.

"No, she's not." Heeseung says, for some reason.

"You all are annoying me." Says Beomgyu.

Sunghoon is the most annoyed, crossing his arms. "Why are you here?"

"Because you have more alcohol." The leader of the other band replies.

"Is there a reason for drinking?" Jay asks.

Yeonjun nods. "I bought a coat worth 10 million won."

"Get out of this house." The one who asked the question continues.

I see Taehyun lift his gaze to me before speaking. "We will actually cooperate with the sumbaenim."

A minute of silence intersperses the exchange of lines, then Ester shouts, "The Bangtan?!"

"Again?" Jay is intrigued.

"This time they're producing several songs for us, and we're even going to make some together."

As they talk about the matter, I can't help noticing a kind of disappointment shining in Heeseung's eyes upon hearing those words. Perhaps he feels envy, resentment, because they have only been able to do covers and almost nothing else by BTS. Why does it hurt so much to see him with such an expression? It looks like someone is squeezing my heart.

I would love to use my palms to cover his ears and prevent him from continuing to hear the conversation about collaboration, but what can I do? We are so far apart.

"Are we enough for a group game?" I ask him, aloud.

Yeonjun perhaps notices the exchange of glances between us and stares at us.

"Do you want to play?" Heeseung asks, looking relieved.

These words-they remind me.

No, but why did I look at him? Idiot, idiot Sunghoon.

"Yes, let's play."

"So you like Heeseung too? How trivial." Snorts the one a year older than me, Yeonjun.

"I like her." I say, pointing at Ester.

"This is getting intriguing."

"Don't get too intrigued." Reminds him Sunghoon, who seems to have heard the full conversation.

"Then there are triangles here."

"Don't be on her. - It sounds like advice, but it's said in a rather scary way and by the most unlikely person, Niki, who is fiddling with something between his legs but I can't really see because he's sitting behind the coffee table. - They do it enough already. Can't you see how they suffocate her?"

"I didn't do anything." Heeseung complains.

Yeonjun turns his head as he looks at me, then smiles with those innocent lips. "All right, how did you two meet? Are you friends?"

"They are friends of friends. - Sunghoon replies, moving closer to sit on the very armrest I'm leaning against, I reluctantly move away but the contact is inevitable. - They are nice, besides we would be too many boys."

"And you only invite two?" Sighs Beomgyu, who seems really interested in Ester, but she doesn't give him a glance and I precisely don't understand how she can, although I understand that sitting by Jay's side, like the queen of an empire next to her king, is something else.

"In the apartment is the ultimate number."

"By the way, why didn't you invite Wonyoung? Maybe she would bring Jiwon." 

"But you weren't dating her?" Soobin asks, turning to Taehyun who asked the question.

Ester and I go wide-eyed, Yeonjun casts a dirty look at his bandmate. "Yah, what are you saying?"

"No...nothing." Chuckles the leader.

So Taehyun is practically dating the most beautiful girl in Korea? Other than Sunghoon, he's the one who won, really.

"Too busy." Sunghoon replies, very professional.

"Wonyoung and all the IVEs must not know about them." Jay reminds him, and I am surprised to hear him say that.

Beomgyu smiles as if he knows more than he shows. "Sure, take it easy."

"But are these two...quiet?" Yeonjun asks again, looking at me.

"Sure." Riki replies, as if he has only one reason to trust.

What's wrong with him today and why is he staring at me as he says that?

Sunghoon's hip presses against my arm and I'm obviously uncomfortable, but I don't want to show it, so I flinch at Yeonjun, who seems to notice, from the way he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, but says nothing, instead raising his arm to let me fit under his wing better.

"Let's go for a smoke." Niki proposes.

I am stunned when I see the huge thing in his hand.... really, that's not a double entendre, I'm talking about the special cigarette he has evidently prepared. "What are you doing?" I ask, upset.

Heeseung gets up quickly, takes the joint out of his hands and runs toward the kitchen. "You bastard!" Soobin shouts, starting to chase after him.

Niki, Taeyun and Beomgyu also go, leaving us in a strange, uncomfortable situation.

"You guys don't smoke? - Yeonjun asks innocently. - Amh..."

"I do." Ester admits.

I smile embarrassedly. "Not in Korea." I admit, too.

Sunghoon glares at me. "Even?"

"Are you his brother? Or are you her father? Are you her boyfriend?" Yeonjun asks again, smiling like an asshole. 

"And who exactly are you?" Sunghoon replies curtly.

Jay is immediately alarmed, I guess he can promptly assess the situation, realizing that the tone of both of them is rather threatening. "You keep bothering her, I'm not the problem."

"We joke like that, what do you know?"

"Are you done?" Jay is also heard by Yeonjun, who is older and should be addressed with respect, but his tone is neither friendly nor respectful.

"He started it." Yeonjun accuses him.

Jay sighs annoyed. "Let's go."

I can see him not giving me a glance, but will I be too selfish to wish for that? Maybe it's because I thought there was something special between us. Had I seriously deluded myself about such a thing? Am I not already all too aware of my situation, as I told Sunghoon?

I will never be a normal girl ever again. I should just enjoy the moment.

"You're really obsessed with me." I comment under my breath as Sunghoon stands beside me on our way to the kitchen.

"You'd like that."

"You're pointing that out to everyone, can't you tell?"

He sighs disinterestedly. "Let them think what they want."

"Are you finished? - Heeseung calls out to us seeing us coming as he has the lit murder weapon in his hand. They opened all the windows so that the smell of weed doesn't get trapped inside. - Do that from today."

"They like each other, it's obvious." Beomgyu says, taking it out of his hands but failing to smoke because Niki takes it away from him again.

"She likes me, you mean. I have a girlfriend, and she is also beautiful, but you already know that." Replies Sunghoon, who is not interested in such amusements so he simply takes water from the refrigerator.

"Exactly because you have her you shouldn't be all over her like that." Yeonjun repeats.

Heeseung is annoyed, I can tell by the way he looks at the boy from the other band. "Do you smoke?" He asks.

"Of course she do." Remembers Sunghoon, and I now attack him.

The Enhypen oldest takes the incriminating object from Niki's hands, handing it to me. "Why don't you ignore it?" He asks again, I take the joint confused.

"You're right." I say.

Sunghoon is offended, I feel his gaze on me. I take a long drag and then blow it in his face, leaving everyone stunned. I don't know precisely why I did it, but it made me burst out laughing, and after me so did everyone else, especially Ester who literally has tears in her eyes. Everyone else--except the Enhypen, I mean.

Sunghoon grabs my cheeks with one hand, pulling me closer to his face. "Are you dumb?"

"Move over if the smoke bothers you." I say with my mouth unnaturally closed because of his hand.

"Amanda!" Jay calls me back.

"I think they like each other, too." Soobin nods.

"Don't you get involved too, hyung." Taehyun calls him back.

"She certainly doesn't like him.- Heeseung blurts out annoyed. - Stop it now."

"Heeseung but do you like Amanda? Do you?" Yeonjun asks.

"How would you know?" Chuckles Sunghoon nervously, completely ignoring his sumbae.

"I've been in her room."

He seems to be improvising but the truth is that he couldn't wait to say it.

I think I'm on the verge of unconsciousness now. What is he saying? Don't tell me he ... he wants to bring up that stupid story now? I swear that... what? What can I do if he decides to say it in front of everyone? 

"In her room?" Soobin asks, interested.

"Are we in an erotic drama?"

"Why do you say that?" Taehyun asks Yeonjun, who was actually quite specific.

"She is your host, isn't she?"

...

Did I hear correctly? Did I get caught right away? How? Do they have a guest too, or did Niki say something? The smoke comes out of my parted lips in amazement, I am holding my breath so much that I think the effect of the puff will be very strong. I take another one quickly, handing it to the owner who thanks by gesturing in silence.

"No." Heeseung replies after many, many seconds.

"Indeed." Sunghoon nods.

Niki looks at his companions nervously. "What is a host?"

"You should have asked first." Jay reminds him.

And the house of cards collapses. It all collapses. The normal-person evening I was hoping to have just shattered into billions of microscopic pieces. Ester looks at me alarmed, Jay is terribly annoyed.

"What did you see in her room?" Reminds Sunghoon, however, who doesn't seem to care at all about the awkward situation we are in.

Heeseung sneers. "That she doesn't like you."

"Bypass that?" Taehyun asks, laughing in an incredibly sensual but nervous way.

"What does that mean? Tell me what you saw." Sunghoon sounds really obstinate.

"Are you children?" Beomgyu asks incredulously.

"I am hungry." Niki says, raising his hand.

"Since we are saying random things - Ester begins - when is Jake coming?"

"There are also other people besides Jay, and apparently Jake, who is not even here." Beomgyu annoyedly reminds her.

"If you keep mentioning him, you'll hurt me." Says Jay, acting, perhaps, I hope?

It's all so damn chaotic.

I have to step away for a second, my head is spinning, I hope no one notices, because there's no one I want beside me right now, I prefer to be alone when I'm sick.

Maybe it's because I haven't smoked for so long, maybe it's because my stomach is cramping and I haven't been thinking for several days now, but I need a moment in silence. I go to the balcony of Jay's room and curl up on myself.

It will be fine, it will be fine.

hi...are you guys enjoying the story? i hope so!

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I don't know how long I slept, I only know that when I wake up Heeseung is watching me sitting in his gaming chair. He looks at me biting his fingernail, but then he notices that I am awake and removes his finger from his mouth.

He was tapping his foot, he is nervous, but why?

Oh my God, I didn't think of that! I'm lying on his bed like it's completely mine, it's probably getting late and he'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I touch my eyes, they are smeared with dried mascara and burning.

"How are you?" He asks me, but he seems distracted.

"Sorry... how long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour."

He is cold, I can sense it, and he is nervous as well. Every time I find myself alone with him, I discover a new side of his real personality, and that scares me.

"I'm sorry, really." I say, standing up and holding down the skirt of the little dress with my hands.

He stands up, looks at me, stops me from walking out the door to the bathroom, where it would be better to go now. "No, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He doesn't answer right away, he is so strange.

Then suddenly he says "How are you feeling? Are you sick? Tired? If you're-" he stops when he realizes I'm looking at him so intently, maybe with languid, reddened eyes from the smoke and mascara, then I realize it too and lower my head.

"No, I'm fine." I say, under my breath.

After all, he behaved well today, I guess... was too hard on him, I realize, and why then? When I saw him in Jay's room, with that heartbroken expression, my heart really crumbled. It's as if I love him, really, but ... in a different way? Is it possible?

Perhaps because in my eyes he is simply unreachable. Perhaps because I know that nothing can ever bridge our gap, genuinely loving him is the only way I would feel entitled to turn my attention to him. I am but a fan; he is a mirage to me even now.

"Are you sure?"

"If you want to, it's fine for me. - I answer honestly, unable to look at him. - If you don't want to, that's fine for me anyway."

He doesn't answer me for so long that at one point I can't help but lift my gaze. Is he.. surprised?

How beautiful he is. So beautiful.

All I get to say when I look at him is handsome, handsome, handsome -- with the vowels open and full, like my heart and eyes when he is in front of me.

Heeseung is simply too much for me.

"You said you weren't feeling well."

Why does he insist? It's not like I'm the one asking him to fuck. I look at him nervous and confused.

"Look, I'm not the one who asked you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

He seems about to speak but then stops, what's wrong with him? Is he upset because he has to sleep with me? Or does he want to sleep with me? Or even worse, would he like to be wooed by me?

With Jake it was different and natural, but with him I just paralyze, I know he is just playing with me but I am completely alarmed because of him.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want to be left alone."

"What bed would you end up in if you did that? Jay's? - He asks me, suddenly serious. What's wrong with him? - Or at Sunghoon's?"

"Ridiculous." I say, trying to get through the door to go wash up, since I am most likely a creepy sight.

Heeseung holds me back, saying nothing for a while, then I don't either. "Since you're okay, let's do it."

I swallow, is he serious? Do we really do it?

Nah, it's not possible.

"I have to wash." I tell him, my voice trembling.

He smiles, but he doesn't look pleased. "Why? - He asks me, moving forward and forcing me to back away, while the door remains shamefully open. - You should be beside yourself with joy right now."

If something is about to happen again, I'd rather the other housemates from the hallway didn't see her as well, although no one is there right now.

Besides, if Heeseung wanted to use explicit and dirty language again, like his gaze now undressing me, his lips curled sensually, that little prince's nose turned upward, it would be better if only I listened to him.

"Let's play a game. - He tells me, picking up some of the mascara with the fingertip of his thumb, this actually helps me relax my eye a little. - It will be fun."

"What game?"

"A game...fun, I guess." He snorts, annoyed.

What is he, crazy? My hangover is almost completely gone but he doesn't seem to be, I move closer to smell near his neck and he just doesn't seem to expect it because he backs away embarrassed: yes, he's been drinking again for sure! The smell is too strong to be from an hour ago.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." He imposes himself, lovely.

I can't, it would be like.... like I taking advantage of him. Even though he's the one asking me, I just can't ignore the fact that I want him so badly, and that makes me feel guilty.

"In my opinion, yes, we can't do it under these conditions." I say, but he's really close and I'm forced to look at him now, stuck in his arms leaning against the wall I'm against.

The door is still open.

"I said it's okay. How do you come up with that? You're the one who should be afraid." He says and I get the shivers.

I can't face a conversation if he's so close to me, I don't know how I managed to talk to him this afternoon, maybe because I was seriously desperate and scared that he might rat me out, but looking at me now I look like a different person.

Maybe it's because this time he's not blackmailing me - it was my choice. I feel much more vulnerable because now I could seriously be rejected at any time and I don't know how I would react.

"You're not sober, so you're not even aware. You can't-"

It's okay to shush me like that, Lee Heeseung.

His lips taste like gin, and I really hated it before I tasted it from him. The bitterness of the booze becomes saliva slipping between our tongues, I can feel myself glowing again, for a second, as I drink straight from him.

It is dirty, vulgar the way he kisses me, I like it.

"Stop me now because I might not later." He whispers, once again asking me to stop.

Why should I stop? Why would I want to?

This pastel orange hair, thin and light, slips through my fingers, I don't pull it, but I want to so badly. Since he started kissing me, he doesn't leave me for a second, however, he doesn't proceed with the talk, he waits patiently for my answer.

"Do you.... do you want me not to tempt my favorite member at all?" I say it under my breath, there is still the door open.

Maybe I could have avoided saying it. I should have just remained silent, and that, for me, would have been enough because I would never have admitted it anyway. But in front of Lee Heeseung, this masterpiece of a human being in every respect except just the human one I guess (but still less than Sunghoon! Much less!), I lose. I just lose.

How can he act surprised? Why does he waste his time deluding me?

"Did you..."

"Let's forget it."

"Why didn't you do it earlier?" He asks me, all of a sudden angry, a little funny though.

"Do what?"

"Tell me." He whispers.

"What does it matter, after all?" I ask, with a slightly undone smile.

He doesn't answer, rightly so, not that I expected anything else. At this point he is no longer kissing me, he has pulled away and sighs in frustration. What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do? Try to console him gently?"

"You are... a mess." He tells me.

I become stiff, surprised but also hurt. I know I'm a disaster Heeseung, I know it's a disaster to be here, but my reputation is now completely compromised, the eight of us would have nothing to do in the future anyway, and I'll be taking off a big debt, it's okay, I've already accepted it.

I'm the one with the most regrets as of now, I assure you.

"I'm sorry." I reply, not sure why.

He turns around, looking at me interdicted. "Why do you apologize? Why don't you get angry like you do with Sunghoon?" He asks, after finally closing the damn door.

I sigh relieved. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"

Really, I don't understand him tonight. He's strange, he's confused, he doesn't even know what he's doing. He wants to fuck me, but also insults me, then gets offended if I get hurt and tells me to fight back!

"Heeseung, what is it?" I ask him surprisingly naturally.

He sighs. "We have to play." Why is he so heartbroken as he says this? What, he doesn't like me but wants to take advantage of his turn? Is it like something like this?

"To what?"

"You know? I can do a lot of magic tricks, unfortunately I'm also good at it." He tells me expressionless.

I smile because it's strangely awkward and cute to say something like that at such a time. He looks at me in annoyance, and it's still cute. I see him pull something out of his pocket, then he asks me to turn around.

"What is it? Will you blindfold me?"

"I know you want to watch, since this is the first time with me, but this is essential for it to happen - he says after stop him for several seconds - the.... magic."

"Am I scared?"

"I hope not."

I let him put on the mask, all right, let's see what kind of magic Heeseung has in store for me. After putting it on, positioned behind me, he starts kissing my neck, touching my hips, squeezing them.

I can smell his shampoo and the smell of his cologne mixing beautifully as he moves my hair with his chin, caressing the nape of my neck with his lips and then biting it.

"Are you still scared?"

"I guess not."

He steps in front of me, I can tell he is removing his shirt, I desperately want to see but I am motionless in front of him, even a little embarrassed. He lifts my mask, looking me in the eye.

"Be very careful." He says and then kisses me, holding my face with his big hand.

The way he uses his tongue, the way he uses it so much when he kisses, pulling it away to make me want it before he puts it back in, makes me feel really depraved. I want him to be even more disgusting, even dirtier.

I could really let him do what he wants if he asked me right now. And he's just kissing me.

I can't resist, I'm really too excited, I don't think before I put my hand between my thighs. Oh god, that feels so good. I don't want to, I can't touch him, I have no right to, that's why I can only help myself.

I already feel submissive to him, I just want him to use me.

Heeseung puts his thumb along my tongue, forcing me to pull it out of my mouth, then he looks at me with subles eyes.

"You really are a little bitch..." He sighs.

What a shame, what a shame, but.... Heeseung pushes his hand on mine, moving it more intensely, faster, as he continues to kiss me, I am really too excited and I think it is also the booze's fault, it always does that to me. Maybe I'm not completely sober, actually.

"You really are the worst." He tells me, lowering the mask again and then biting my earlobe.

I can't see anything anymore, his naked chest is a distant memory, yet I could observe him until a few seconds ago. I don't understand anything, I just know I want more. I tie my arms around his neck, he holds me by the hips, I get shivers.

We're going down for real now, Heeseung and I, there's no way I can regret it or deny him. I feel really close to him, and although I recognize they are only fantasies, I can only exploit them as long as I am allowed to.

I want to be close to him, I want to him keep touching myself, and I want to be able to do it too. Tonight I will experience probably my greatest desire, I just have to think about enjoying it.

I realize only now that it will hurt more afterwards than other times. There is something strange and morbid that binds me to him and this only becomes clear to me now.

If I rejected him today, it was because I was shaken, because... I was protecting myself. I don't know if I can fuck Heeseung and also remain mentally lucid for the rest of my stay here, but at this point... I'm not going back. What's the point?

It's over now.

Even the TXTs know that I am a host, any remote possibility has vanished for good. I just have to let myself sink into Heeseung, I can accept it as compensation, let's say.

By now his hand has taken over, he is practically masturbating me while I continue to moan, clinging with my palms on his broad shoulders.

Now that I can't see him, but only sense him through touch, it feels like a mountain in front of me.

I am not so petite, but using my palms to explore his bare, smooth skin, I realize that perhaps, unintentionally, I underestimated his body by having it all the time in front of me, even uncovered!

Emotions soiled moments that could have been different. We could have fucked right from the start.

"Tell me you only like me." He orders me, as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers, now inside me.

It is complicated for me to talk, but I will do whatever he wants tonight. "Only you, since always."

"Really?" He asks and I can't tell if it's part of the game or he's really surprised.

I'm enjoying it too much to think clearly anyway. "Yes - I say, opening my mouth and making a sharp sound as I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. - Only you."

"Have you ... ever touched yourself, thinking of me?"

What is he saying? I keep panting but try to modulate my voice; I'm a little upset by this question. I don't want to answer or lie, but I find it deeply wrong that this could have happened (did happen).

"He-Heeseung..." I gasp, tired.

He begins to shake his hands inside my pussy, I can hardly stand. "Say it." He says, serious.

"No."

Silence, what is it maybe he thinks I might be sincere? Isn't it obvious that I'm lying?

"In my opinion you do." He says this stealing yet another kiss from me, wishing he would never break away.

"Don't... are questions to ask. It's private." I explain.

Heeseung takes me by the hips again, making me turn away and stand behind me again. He touches my breasts, then my buttocks, then pushes his erection against my ass.

"If it's true that you've always liked me, you should have no problem." He whispers in my ear as I notice as a shift of air inside the room, something imperceptible but I notice all the same.

Something has moved in the room, but it cannot be an object, so is it a person? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and Heeseung would have certainly chased away anyone who came in, so what's going on?

"Problem with what?" I ask as I feel him grasp my cleavage with his fingers, not a gentle touch. He grabs me tightly.

"With magic."

"What you are talking about?"

He doesn't answer, in fact, holding me by my dress he seems to twirl me slightly, but I don't understand why.

"This though, I'll take it off you." He says, before ripping it in two without even asking me! Is he crazy? It cost me like $30, and I'm poor!

Then he pushes me on the bed, but he just wants me to kneel on it, because with his thumbs and forefingers he has me by the nipples, it hurts, but I really like it.

"Ah..." I sigh, sore, he squeezes harder and harder, and I keep getting wetter and wetter.

"Does it hurt?"

"A-A... little." I admit quietly and hear sighing.

It wasn't Heeseung's sigh, it's too close, I would have heard it. Could I have imagined it because of excitement? I have to calm down.

"Just a little?" He asks, in that sweet, young, sadistic voice of his.

He squeezes even harder, and I feel an electric shock throughout my body. The fact that he does this likes me. "Ah!"

He bites my neck, hard, I can feel his teeth poking into my skin. "You understand that, don't you? That's how I touch you."

No, I don't understand. What does that mean? Does he want to hurt me or something? I'm not sure I'd back off..... but it would be nice to know first.

He kisses me where he bit, is healing, holding me by the waist, helping me bend at 90 degrees. He remains several seconds silent, I imagine he's watching me under the chandelier light, wondering if I'm shaved properly and what he's thinking. What if he notices that I'm no big deal and changes his mind? That would be devastating for me.

"Heese..." I try to say, to see if he's still with me, but responding for him, his cock penetrating deep from the start, I open my mouth surprised, emitting a moan.

"Yes?" He asks, holding me by the hip with one hand but massaging my buttocks with the other, as if nothing was wrong.

"When does... ah.. magic start? What is...this magic?"

"It has already begun." He sighs, displeased or perhaps offended.

I don't understand. He gasps under his breath as he starts going faster, I can't avoid it either. I can't fathom the size but if I feel him so deep inside me so normal he must not be.

I'm exhausted and we're just getting started. He pierces me, I don't even try to hide my moans, at best I limit them.

"Ah... Heeseung..." I pant again, surrendering to these wonderful sensations. It feels good, even if it makes me nervous not to see anything.

"Do you like it, little bitch? - He asks, leaving me pleasantly puzzled. - Maybe you like it a little too much." He says.

I love the way her sweet tone clashes with her language. It is perverse, strangely perverse.

So he spanks me, moaning in pain, surprised. He says nothing but just keeps fucking me as he gets harder and swollen, settling stroke after stroke inside me.

I hear sighing again, I didn't imagine it, this time I hear it perfectly.

"Amanda - calls me Heeseung - the mask.... you must never take it off."

"W-Why?" It's hard to talk as he goes on, how does he stay so calm?

"Will you?"

I don't answer right away, honestly I'm not very convinced, but I can't, I mustn't lose this intimacy by insinuating discomfort. I know it's not done, I know it's wrong, I know I should say no.. but he is Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Should I? I will if you ask me."

This time he's the one who doesn't answer right away, who knows what he's thinking and who knows why he doesn't stop for a second to fucking me. My legs are already trembling, I guess also from thrill.

"Don't... don't say that." He answers me, and I don't quite understand this response at the moment.

Someone is stroking my face, my hair, I shudder. Heeseung continues to fuck me from behind and I'm practically helpless, but I want to snap and take off my mask, even though I'd end up falling on my face, since I'm leaning on both hands and Heeseung's strokes don't allow me to hold on with just one hand.

"Heeseung! - I can call him, but just because of that he increases the pace even further, pulling me toward him from the hips and making it my whole body to let him in. - He...Hes..." I can't speak, it's magnificent.

Someone gets on the bed, it's obvious, I can feel the mattress tilting toward him but I'm in no condition to make any movement, it's Heeseung who sets the pace for my body. Heeseung helps me lift my shoulders even though he does so by holding me by the neck.

At this point, while he is still inside, I am up on the bed, though on my knees. I feel him enter me all the way to the stern, and I know it's creepy to say but he seems to be impaling me and my clear humors make the entry easier and easier so he can go deeper.

The hand that was stroking me, but had to stop when Heeseung pulled me to himself, moves my hair again.

Basically, Heeseung holds me by the throat, while the person in front of me (who in theory I don't know who is, but in practice an idea I would have), elegantly, pulls my hair aside, gathering it behind my ear, but then his fingertips slide down my face. He touches my nose, my lips, then with his other hand grabs my free wrist.

That's right, I'm free! Why can't I move anyway? Maybe it's because Heeseung is too inside and any movement now would make me wince in pain, but I love it, I love it to death.

"Wh...who...ar..." No, I just can't speak.

"I am Heeseung." Sunghoon answers.

Really? I would recognize his voice among a thousand, with what courage...ah...I deconcentrate, I don't reflect, Heeseung doesn't leave me time.

"W...wh...hat...."

He moved my hand to his crotch, it's swollen, it's big--I don't know if it's the pants, but I feel like I'm touching something really hard. How gross.

"Heeseung!" I can finally pronounce, but I'm not even able to close my mouth.

I don't understand, didn't he say he would never sleep with me? Has he already changed his mind? And why am I sad that Heeseung let him?

"There's the magic." He says again, I know, it's certainly Sunghoon.

"N...I don't...wa..." I try to say, trying to move my hand but it's no use. He pushes it harder, I can catch the bump with my full palm.

"You don't want to?" He asks quickly, Heeseung. His tone is alarmed.

Has he... betrayed me? No, we don't have that relationship.

However--if you let him do this to me, will you tell him everything else as well? And what does it matter right now? The worst thing, and the best thing, is that they are really fucking me together. If he's okay with it, why should I be the one to pull back?

But... he is Sunghoon, this is... Sunghoon's cock, under my palm, because in the meantime he has unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch him from above his underwear.

"W...why..."

If my mind is focused on the person in front of me, my body follows the rhythm of Heeseung's. The parts of me are disconnected, but they reconnect at the height of their cocks.

It is a terrible situation, and it is only the beginning, why am I so happy? I hate Sunghoon, I... I thought I could be alone with Heeseung.

"Don't you want to?" He asks again, close to my ear, and perhaps because of my panting, the person in front of me cannot hear.

"How... did you...ah! - I groan, feeling him enter more forcefully as I begin to speak. - Wh...Whit.. him..."

I don't have time to figure out if Heeseung has understood what I said, that the second Heeseung sticks my hand inside his boxers, and it's dry, hard, really hard. At the same time he kisses my neck, and it doesn't make any sense, I can smell Sunghoon's scent perfectly.

"Y-You suck!" I tell him, trying to pull away.

I hear him laugh, I amusing him. "Why?" He asks, holding my face still with his large hand.

Heeseung is exhausted, practically throwing me on the bed, breaking the contact between Sunghoon and me, luckily I don't hit my head but I guess he considered it. Breathing heavily, I can't see them but I get the impression that they are watching each other, or worse yet, watching me.

I feel like sitting up and going to lift my mask but I don't have the time because both wrists are being blocked by someone. Judging by the scent, it's Sunghoon.

"Do you like magic?" Heeseung asks, I hearing him far away.

"Really? With Sunghoon? Couldn't you ask Jake?" I rant, coming to my senses all of a sudden.

"Didn't I ask you if you wanted to continue? - Sighs the boy, seeming to approach the bed. - And does it sound like I asked anyway? Do you really think it was my idea?"

"Didn't you perhaps agree?" I immediately ask.

He shushes.

"Sunghoon? I am Heeseung." I hear him laughing, the bastard, holding me down as I am completely naked under him.

"Don't fuck with me!" I retort, garrulous.

"Then say you don't want to, it's your last chance. " Heeseung says this as if it were an ultimatum, and maybe it really is.

He seems to have reluctantly agreed -- but he has agreed, so it means they are more friends after all than it seems. Why should I refuse, then?

For him I was someone to share, then I will take from both of them. There is always a glass half full somewhere.

But then why am I sad?

I guess this is the first of many disappointments I should expect from him.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"No, I don't want to." Sunghoon does for him.

"What... You can't be serious! Do you remember what you said on the balcony like a few hours ago?"

"No, because I am Heeseung." He repeats, amused, as he has managed to lock both my wrists above my head, holding them only with one hand.

Sunghoon slips two fingers inside me; I'm already profusely moist, but they still do their fucking dirty work. I groan shyly not out of flirtatiousness, but because I really am embarrassed knowing he is watching me enjoy myself. Not Sunghoon, not him. Why am I not refusing to continue, though? Heeseung has asked me so many times.

Anyway, while the ice prince is holding me down, Heeseung is fiddling with something in his hands. Do you want to see that Sunghoon is holding my hands because the other one wants to tie them?

In spite of this, the minor's fingers do not stop, he never loses concentration but prevents me from maintaining it, while Heeseung is evidently tying my wrists. I was right.

"Stop! - I say, gasping. Sunghoon doesn't stop. - W-What are... ah... you doing?" I ask, but my voice comes out as high-pitched as a child's, and it's because of him that he gradually but rapidly increases the rhythm.

"You could have run away, but you stayed." Heeseung replies, sighing and tying the rope tightly.

Now I am seriously helpless, now I can neither see nor move. I am completely theirs, whatever they want to do to me, but that doesn't scare me (and it does) and I keep moaning until I lose my breath.

"You must really like Heeseung, since you even want two of him to fuck you." Says the other, after slipping his fingers out. I feel like he's licking them, but I don't see it.

"You're a coward."

He replies simply laughing, it's over.

I am grabbed by the hair, dragged to the edge of the bed to which I crawl with my hands tied in front of me. He doesn't hold me too tightly but it hurts a little, which makes my reactions more sincere.

If I look scared, it is because I am. If I look horny, it is because I am. Between my legs flows a pleasure I have never felt before, a pleasure offered to me not simply by as many as two, but what, people.

I am shallow, I am fine with that too.

On my left cheek rests human meat, thick, warm. A few seconds later the same sensation is repeated, I have two olympic rods resting on my face and practically covering almost its entire length. I guess it's just a bad taste dream, but not a bad dream.

He grabs me by the hair, the one on my left, but now I couldn't tell who it is. Being as brusque as the one who dragged me, I could think of Heeseung, but of Sunghoon I don't know, it could be the same.

He pushes his flat pubes against my face, which is literally obscured by their increasingly hard intimacies, one wetter than the other for obvious reasons, the one on the left for that matter. They rub them, forcing my lips to rest on them, but I don't really resist much.

I am tired because Heeseung has already given me an intense orgasm, and then Sunghoon, too, with his fingers, I am exhausted. What's the use of fighting anymore?

Have I ever wanted to fight?

First I am directed to the left, my mouth automatically opening to allow his cock to go in, as far as he wants.

"Maybe the ropes should come off." Sunghoon says, probably annoyed that he can't use my hands to masturbate.

"No need." Heeseung replies confidently.

His voice comes from the left, he is sure.

He facilitates my movement by pushing my head, even though he is about to choke me. I can hear his involved and enjoyful breathing as I take it in deeper and deeper, though really, I can't breathe.

It takes Sunghoon to pull me away, as Heeseung hardly notices. Violent the boy, eh? But Sunghoon certainly didn't help me out of kindness so much as because now it's time to make him enjoy.

Now, though inaccurately, I can make out something of the size and shape. Although they seem to me to be of a similar length, while Heeseung's maintains the same circumference from base to tip, Sunghoon's has a really thick tip, while the base is thinner, but only compared to the tip.

I could be wrong, of course.

"Oh, shit." Moans Sunghoon, who has put it all the way into me, all almost even his balls.

I try to wriggle out of it, unlike when Heeseung was doing it, I don't intend to choke at all for Sunghoon, and seeing how fast he's slamming into my mouth and throat, so excited is he, I seriously fear for my life.

I will admit, though, that hearing his voice panting because of me, after all he has said and did, makes me uncontrollably proud.

Proud of what then? Like it's worth it.

"Go slow." Heeseung seems to push him, and he actually pulls away from me.

"Don't push me - he says, in a really annoyed tone. - Okay, then you take it from here." He tells him, lowering himself slightly to pick me up.

What does he do? Where is he taking me? Help, I feel like I'm flying!

"Why don't you untie me? I won't take off the mask! Really!" I try to be convincing, but naked, blindfolded and tied up, it seems hard for them to find me believable.

Sunghoon throws me down, on the bed, now I'm on my stomach again, I can only cross my legs, bringing my knees together, trying to hide my pussy - who knows what the point is, then, at this point.

"If I untie you, the magic ends." Sunghoon replies.

Heeseung lets out an annoyed snort. "You really wouldn't take it off?"

I don't answer, surprised at the question.

No, but what qualms do I have when he was the one who sold me first?

"No."

"It was obvious you were enjoying it." Sunghoon comments, grabbing my legs and opening them forcefully. How shameful.

"Really, I won't take it off, but free my fucking hands." I plead with him (I don't), appealing to his common sense.

"Then what would be the point of untying you?" He replies, the bastard.

What do you want from me, Heeseung?

What does that mean? That I should take off my mask? And for what, to expose your friend, who you helped and brought into this situation?

If you really loved your fans now you wouldn't play with my heart.

This was our first night, but now Sunghoon just stuck his cock in me and it feels huge, maybe because my pussy is irritated from too many of Heeseung's strokes. Hoon has put his palms on my flat belly. He grabs me by the narrow waist, as opposed to my wider hips; I feel tiny little when I'm not.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised.

"You slut." It reminds me of Heeseung, and that turns me on even more.

Am I a slut? All right, then let's make there a reason to be called that. Sunghoon has already started fucking me, he's quieter than Heeseung and I sorry for this, but right now my target is him, who feels entitled to judge me when what's happening is only his fault.

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. I want it, I don't care.

"W-what are you doing?" Heeseung asks me, stupidly surprised.

"The slut - I say, but just then Sunghoon sinks his fingers further into my upper abdomen, pushing my body against his cock. - Ah...Ah! A-As you say!"

He doesn't respond right away; I can't imagine his expression. "Gross." He then says, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face, I feel the warmth of his body tickling my neck.

He says so but wasted no time in filling my mouth again. His cock is so much-long, paying attention to it. In this position I feel it even longer.

Gross? I'm the one to say it!

In fact, speaking of which, after tonight in Heeseung's room I don't even sleep there anymore. He stabbed me and sold me, gave me to Sunghoon of all people, I'm sure it's him, I don't have the slightest doubt. It is so obvious.

It's not okay for him to I think, reflect, he has to fuck me faster, unhinging every structure in my mind, invading it with pure pleasure, like his cock inside me.

"Ah!" I groan, with my mouth open.

Heeseung stops his pelvis, perhaps worried, seeming to remain a few seconds still as opposed to Sunghoon.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling it out with his hand.

But my mouth still cannot close, because the prince does not stop for a second. "A...Ah....He....he...Hees-seung-ah!"

But what do I do? Do I call out his name while I'm enjoying myself for someone else?

It feels wrong, but it turns me on like crazy. This way I could try to make Heeseung feel guilty, and make Sunghoon angry, I see no downside.

Am I playing with fire? Definitely.

"Amanda..." Heeseung whispers, surprised, but I get the impression that Sunghoon heard the same, which is why he pulls me slightly, making himself more comfortable.

"How can you ... be so tight ... anyway?" Sunghoon asks, struggling, continuing to push.

It seems that the fool, in fact, didn't notice anything.

He was just thinking about fucking hard, okay.

"Shit." Heeseung curses, seeming to turn away because I sense the air shifting, but maybe not.

I'm all spasm, still clinging with both hands tied to the sheet, Sunghoon doesn't intend to slow down, and maybe, just maybe, that might be understandable.

After all, he wanted this, too, but he denied it and has tormented me until now just because-he wanted me? But him? Him who dating the most beautiful girl in the world, almost?

I don't know what's going on, all I know is that Heeseung walked away from me, silently, leaving me in the hands of this brute who literally grabbed me by the hips, to lift me completely.

Oh my God?

I'm forced to put my arms, remember as always tied, on his shoulders, and it's as if I'm literally tied to his body, since I have nowhere else to put my hands, but that's not this the problem!

The problem is that, now, I'm basically in Sunghoon's arms. I know it's him because he didn't even pull his dick out as he lifted me up, so I'm completely wet, but that's not enough for him.

He has wide hands, tapered fingers, which is why he can hold me up so well by my buttocks, managing to lift my body in rhythm with the strokes. Of course, to be big is big - I mean him! His body!

But not only that, though, here.

Fuck, I just don't think straight anymore. Why does he never stop? Why does he go on? Why do I like it so much? After all, he is still Sunghoon.

In all this, where did Heeseung go?

"You like it, don't you?" He asks, he is amused and has a calm tone, but how does he do it?

"I...I hate you." I manage to say, with tight lips, before indulging in yet another moan.

I feel so full, filled completely by his cock as it quickly slips out and into me. It is natural for me to tighten my pussy muscles but this has exactly the opposite effect to the one I hoped for.

I hear Sunghoon moan, it's horribly wonderful.

"Stop... I'm... - Am I mistaken or is he finally having trouble talking too? I'm squeezing too hard, I think. - Stop..." He's holding back, I'd pay to see his expression now but damn it I can't!

Do I want see him cum? Should I keep squeezing, or should... I let him continue? Either way, it sounds tempting.

"I said - he says under his breath as he approaches my face, and I can tell because his forehead touches mine - stop..."

His tone is serious, he is annoyed, yet I'm sure his lips are close to mine, I can feel his breath on my mouth, I can even feel him barely touch me with his lips, but he doesn't kiss me.

"I said.... - I gasp, tired, as through it all he continues to fuck me, at his own pace (a little slower) - Y-You sucks..."

"Why? What did I do to you?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Do...do have the...dare..." Oh no, he started again, just rested 20 seconds but already resumed making me jump abruptly on his cock.

"I am Heeseung." He replies.

But who is he trying to convince? Himself?

"Y...you...are..."

"Heeseung."

"Sungh-" I can't say it, because at this very moment, he decides, without asking permission at all, to empty his cum into me.

He did. For real. Before Heeseung. How dare he!!!

I am shocked, after like fifteen seconds of him cumming, because for this amount of time too tired, I simply collapsed on his shoulder. He doesn't throw me on the bed like I thought he would, even after he pulls his cock out of me.

He is...holding me? Am I wrong, or is he hugging me? Does he let me curl up on his shoulder? Why am I paralyzed?

Nevertheless, his now calmer breathing calms me. No, this is not how it should be, where the fuck is Heeseung?

"What the..." He asks, matter-of-factly. He seems to have just returned, but where had he gone?

Sunghoon grabs me with more confidence, I look like a little monkey. "What?"

The two exchange these short sentences, but then they say nothing else, and I don't understand. Seriously, what's going on? Are they perhaps using lip service to communicate? Even if I wanted to try to find out by touching Sunghoon's mouth, I'm still tied up.

Sunghoon chuckles, Heeseung does not. However, however, the latter positions himself behind me, in theory -- now Sunghoon should put me down and leave me to the shift owner, right?

Why does it seem obvious to me that it will not go like this?

"No!"-I shout, wiggling all of a sudden. - Don't think about it!" I say menacingly.

Heeseung quells my uneasiness by putting both hands on my shoulders and pressing down, as in a massage, only much more violently. Meanwhile he rests his face on my neck, biting it.

"To what?" He asks with great nonchalance.

"B-B... - OH NO, I'm at a loss for words, I'm ashamed to say it out loud, I'm also ashamed because in my current situation, it's not certain that they will believe me, or even listen to me, but this way... the situation would be conpllicated. - Behind..."

"Behind?" Sunghoon, who now shares my weight with the friend who helps him hold me up by one thigh, asks interestedly.

"Behind...no..."

A tiny voice comes out of me, a really childish voice, I don't do it on purpose, it's embarrassment. Am I really that shy in front of them? It doesn't make any sense.

The boy behind me slides his hand down to the joint of my buttocks, he is not afraid, but I am. He pushes a finger against my opening and I petrify, because I can't escape.

"Why?" He asks, his lips resting against my ear.

Sunghoon also approaches, kissing my neck but on the other side, how dare he? "I-I just say no!" I repeat, totally unprepared.

I'll be honest, it's like I'm a virgin. A few guys, when I was younger and inexperienced, tried to convince me to walk through that door but after trying a few times I threw in the towel. After three or four failed attempts, with different partners, I realized I didn't want to do it and wouldn't even consider it as an option.

It's okay that I'm involved, it's okay that I realize it's hard to say no to these two, but... I'm going to stick with my idea. That area is off limits.

"Don't tell me..." Sunghoon begins, in a truly surprised tone.

I don't respond. Honestly, it would be better to lie and say that yes, I tried it but didn't like it, but the truth is that I can't really say I tried it. The ones I experienced were clumsy attempts and ended up not even getting the head of the cock in because I interrupted them first.

Anyway, I don't think they will believe my silence. But why lie? Why say I did it if I didn't?

"Are you an anal virgin?" Heeseung asks even more shocked.

"Please." Comments the other.

"I said no." I conclude, however, by not answering the question directly.

"All right, you said no - Heeseung tells me, pushing his pelvis against my back, as if to make himself more comfortable. - So, I won't do it today."

I never said he can in the future.

"So..." I start to say, but he doesn't give me time to finish the sentence as he thrusts it into me, I groan in surprise.

Sunghoon moves one hand to catch his cock, I still can't fall down because Heeseung holds me too, and, guess what? He puts it in, too.

I scream, I really do. I think they heard me downstairs, too.

It wasn't a scream of pain. I mean, a little bit, yes, but not that much. This is the first time this has happened-this is the first time two guys have fucked me from my pussy! Yes, it hurts, actually not really pain as much as a strong burning and a feeling of boundless openness, we could say. It's wonderful, but terrible.

"W...Wha..." I ask, in my own way, but they have begun to move, strangely slowly.

"Not today." They whisper for some absurd reason simultaneously, one in my ear and one in the other.

"You're.... kidding! Fuck!" I moan, breathing deeply.

They are both moving their cocks inside me, I can feel their every movement even in the chaos that is happening inside my head and in my belly.

Heeseung bites my earlobe, it is as violent as ever, but pushed to the right spot. Sunghoon kisses my neck, licks it, sucks it. Their concentrated breaths sound like melodies to me, though unfortunately my not being able to fully contain my voice ends up partly hiding them.

I enjoy my moment of non-lucidity to say that I... simply.. won, tonight.

I don't care about anything, neither that Sunghoon is in front of me, nor that Heeseung allowed him to be there. I'm too involved, lascivious, given over to pleasure and flesh, their flesh, that I want to touch, squeeze, lick (I admit).

How does...also... Sunghoon get hard again? And Heeseung not already cumming, after all the time he fucked me before? Who cares. As long as I can enjoy in this artificial paradise, I won't ask myself any more questions.

"Fuck...fuck..." Heeseung repeats, what a wonderful voice, and who knows what eyes, what expression he's making now.

"So... - tries to speak the other, calm as the sea in August - you're a virgin in this way. So you're not..."

"Exactly the slut I thought." The older man concludes the sentence.

He keeps talking to me like this, and I swear, I can't. As if I wasn't enjoying it enough already.

Ah, straight men and their pathetic superstructures.

"I a...am instead." I answer, with difficulty.

Heeseung pushes him hard, firmly, into me. "Oh yeah?"

"Tha...thank t.. to you." I remind him, too.

He's the one who led me here, he acted like an animal but I will too, because I am, because we are. I won't make a big deal out of it because at least I can actually be a collaborator: functional and productive!

That's what he told me to do tonight, even though he said it between the lines.

He doesn't respond, even loses power and I can tell because he almost stops. Sunghoon must be surprised as well, but no, he does not stop, on the contrary he grabs my face and turns it toward him.

"Are you done.. talking? - He asks me, tightening his fingers, then grabbing my thigh better, he starts to deliver harder and harder blows and I can't hold back, the gasps are loud and well audible. - Be quiet now."

Heeseung doesn't seem to mind as he puts a hand around my neck, pushing me against his chest, I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder. "I made a mistake." He tells me under breath.

"A mistake?" Oh fuck, I'm not thinking straight anymore. Now the doe-eyed boy is fucking fast too, fucking fast and fucking thrusting as he squeezes hard on my neck.

"Fuck." He moans in an extremely sensual tone.

Sunghoon breathes deeper. "Not today." He remembers, for some strange reason.

Then both of them, almost at the same time, cum inside me and I am simply distracted. I have no control over my tired body, used and worn as an object at their disposal.

But I cannot resist, nor do I want to.

If on my left I feel Heeseung's breath, fresh and sensual, on my right I have Sunghoon's, who is trying hard not to moan too much.

I don't understand how they keep moving, though, despite coming, again.

"Fuck - gasps the younger one, moving inside my swollen pussy, from which cum spurts as they continue to thrust so deep - I'm hard again."

Again? Wouldn't that be, like, the third time for him? But Heeseung is hard too, I can feel it very well. By now I can't even tell how long it has been since they started fucking me, but even so, they offer me the added humiliation of continuing to fuck me while I am exhausted, defeated, in their arms.

They use me as long as their bodies will let them. Their cocks rub tightly inside me, despite their cumming, they still struggle to get it all in: this does not scare them, because they go beyond endurance by bashing my pussy shamelessly. They are opening me in two.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy, bitch." Heeseung whispers in my ear, biting it.

He groans contently. "You...you little slut..." Sunghoon joins in insulting me.

Why...do I like that?

I hear them make noises of complete concentration before Heeseung's fingernails sink into the skin of my thighs as Sunghoon gasps more intensely, the two of them cumming inside me again within a very few minutes.

My pussy is really wrecked, aching, dripping and dripping with their cum, so much of it between my thighs, inside my belly. I really feel like a slut and I feel anyway.... aroused, still, maybe even more than before.

After recovering from cumming, Heeseung laboriously lifts me from under his arms, canceling contact with Sunghoon by slipping his cock out of me, then he too comes out of me to put me down, I feel him nervously untie the ropes that have been tightened for too long around my wrists.

Am I free, am I really free?

I spontaneously hug Heeseung! Damn am I happy, however, a second later I realize I am raised on my legs without any support and literally end up on the ground.

My legs don't move and I feel like their cocks are still inside me, even though I know they are not. My inner thigh is covered with their semen spilling onto the floor.

One of them grabs me by the arms. Seeing how hard he squeezes his fingers, and how he throws me on the bed, I'd say it's Heeseung.

"Are you tired already?" Sighs Sunghoon, in a bored tone.

I swallow, I don't know if I can speak, my muscles are completely relaxed, I lie practically like a corpse as I try to think of how I could recover, physically and quickly.

"She's not that good, is she?" He asks again.

Heeseung doesn't answer right away, first taking my hips to lift me up so that I can be put in the most explicit position possible, that is, with my bottom raised in front of them.

Heeseung uses his thumb to spread my pussy from the labia majora, from which their cum flows faster.

"Wah." He comments, surprised, it must be really a lot.

"In my opinion, it's still not enough." Sunghoon wisely advises.

The only thing I can do now is to hide my face in my arms, curl in on myself, and repent. Repent bitterly for every single choice I made today.

I won't take off the mask this time just because I really don't want to see Sunghoon. I will imagine that I did it with Heeseung and his brother, but I cannot, now that I am slightly lucid, accept that I fucked Sunghoon, just with him!

Besides, now they know that I am anally virgin and the fact that they may have some kind of greater sympathy for me because of that makes me nervous.

I should have refused from the beginning.

But my body is lifeless now, I can only clutch at myself while the two of them probably look at me confused...I really don't know if I'm regretful, but I certainly feel great shame.

"Hey, do you think you're done?" Sunghoon asks me.

Heeseung sighs. "Shut up. Will you stop, Amanda?" Heeseung really spells my name wrong.

What good would it do to refuse me now, anyway? If it would take me back in time, I might even think about it, but at this point that I find myself full of their pleasure, is there anything I could fix? Not anymore.

I am sad, but there is no reason why I should.

I have to pull myself together, I'm pathetic right now. I have already hit rock bottom.

I lift myself up on my legs and my arms, even though I am stunned and staggering, crawl toward their voices.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, under my breath, not sure where I'm looking.

I hear someone swallowing but I wouldn't know who it is. "W-Why?" Asks Heeseung.

I take a long, long breath, remaining silent for several seconds, then kneel on the bed. With my hands I pick up my breasts, squeezing them, then I lift my head and stick out my tongue.

More. Give me more.

That's what I'm thinking, nothing else. The smell in the air, the fragrance of their bodies between perfume, body creams, cologne, sweat, fills my nose, I really feel under a spell.

My body is sore but wants to go on. Then again, it moved automatically to go back to them - congratulations Amanda, good choice now that you are also free.

"Oh shit." I hear Sunghoon say, but Heeseung seems to reach past him to abruptly grab my hair from the nape of my neck.

He immediately thrusts it all the way into me, gasping when it is completely inside my throat. He doesn't waste a second, doesn't hold back, starts to abruptly fuck my mouth.

I have taken it so many times and so deep that I almost don't even have esophageal reflux anymore. Thank you... Heeseung? I would say thank you Enhypen. Hahahaha... it's tragicomic, absurd.

"Fuck, you're really... oh... - can't finish the sentence, too engrossed, as my lips end up kissing his pubes, so much goes down. - Oh fuck."

Sunghoon must not like being hands-on so he grabbed my hand to make me squeeze his cock. Oh man is he big.

As I move my hand to pleasure him, he uses his larger one to guide me. He squeezes it in an almost romantic way, even though he just wants to dictate his pace, however I am not completely immune to this almost holding hands.

Does this make sense? Certainly not, given everything he's done to me, and I'm not talking about bullying! I'm talking about the fact that I would have been pregnant twice, because of him, if I didn't use the pill-so why does it excite me if our hands touch? Hello? Hello? This is Sunghoon.

However.

Heeseung dazzled me, I was worried and worried about him, but then he immediately sold me. On the contrary, from Sunghoon's point of view, he wanted to buy me at all costs.

Am I fantasizing again?

Honestly, I am still sad about Heeseung. Too many emotions! Enough!

Let's focus, as much as possible, since Heeseung is clearly raping my mouth and throat, on what we are touching. It feels... good?

As I suspected, Sunghoon's cock at the base is tighter, but tight that I almost can't close my hand anyway, let's not talk about the top part that is unnaturally swollen and thicker. God, how I'd like to see that.

At one point, Heeseung being on the verge of cumming, he chokes me with both hands to take every last inch as he abruptly thrusts his pelvis toward my face, cumming again, this time in the back of my throat.

"Fuck...what a whore..." He gasps wearily, pulling it out.

I practically cling to Sunghoon's member as I cough and spit out what's left of Heeseung's cum, forgetting to keep moving my hand. Sunghoon then clutches my wrist, pushing it away, and while my mouth is still open, with Heeseung's drops of pleasure sliding down my sides, I get choked again by Sunghoon.

He thrusts his cock all the way in, using his hand to push the back of my neck, instead of clinging wildly to my hair like Heeseung.

"Swallow this too, whore." He tells me as he literally uses me to jerk off a few seconds before filling my esophagus and spraying his cum inside me for the fourth time.

After coming though, he still won't let go of me; he continues to keep his cock inside my mouth.

"Yes, I should make you choke - he tells me, startling me, under his breath, but then he pulls it out and it is completely covered with cum and saliva - but I will be good." He concludes, then rubs it all over my face, until he gets it into the mask.

He knows that this way I will be able to see him, and in fact, for very few moments, partly because I can't keep my eyes open as he literally rubs his cock all over it, filling my eyelashes with cum, I can spot not only his involved expression, not only his wonderful erotically parted full lips, not only his relaxed eyes, but also his broad shoulders, his chest, his collarbones. He is shirtless.

Shit, I got some in my eye! What a burning.

I don't make any cry of pain and he doesn't notice, so I can still observe with my good eye still fully impaled, I can see Heeseung looking at him with his arms folded, he's contrite and he's also beautiful as he bites his lip looking at us, like an envious child.

So cute...

"Yah! - He says to me, when I inadvertently cross his gaze with my eye, then pushes Sunghoon who by now was almost enjoying doing it. He puts my mask back on. - Don't look."

"No need - Sunghoon explains, moving the hand he has always held from my wrist, letting me rest it on his chest. I imagine I've just imploded. - You can touch anything you want."

Can I really? No, wait, I shouldn't want to.

I withdraw my hands, offended, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping tiredly and with my throat clearly irritated. Damn but how much is there? And to say I swallowed a lot of it. And then how disgusting, I'm covered.... covered by Sunghoon.

"Have you... - I cough, it's all over me - are you done?"

"No." They answer in unison, very, very quickly.

"Again?" I ask, honestly surprised.

"I think we have a winner." Heeseung says.

"What?" Sunghoon asks.

"She knows."

A winner? You're not going to tell me-that she's really talking about-that stupid question she asked me today? About who was better? Are you kidding?

"Are you serious?" I don't believe it.

"Why?" He asks amused but uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks, annoyed.

"Heeseung knows." I reply fearlessly.

Too fearless, as Sunghoon grabs me by the cheeks with one hand, forcing me closer to him.

"Heeseung has forgotten, say it again."

"He would not forget it- I try to speak, though with my cheeks pressed I express myself very badly - him."

"Never mind - Heeseung says, removing his friend's hand. - Maybe, in fact, we should stop."

He changed his mind, huh? Yet his "no" before seemed much more spontaneous.

Sunghoon laughs. "No, the magic ends when the other Heeseung disappears." He replies, climbing onto the bed.

I'm forced to move but I don't have to do it alone, because Sunghoon's hands, along my body, guide me so that I'm on top of him, lying between my legs.

Wow, I can feel his still-hard cock throbbing on my exposed intimacy, now on top of his. "I'm not done yet." He says.

"But Heeseung has finished..." I try to say, not because I really want to dissuade him, I know what he's going to do and I don't think I'll run away, as much as to annoy him.

"Yah, it's late!" Heeseung complains, adorably, however, in the meantime he gets on the bed too.

Sunghoon does not listen to him because, taking me by the waist and pushing a palm on my back, he brings my chest closer to his face. Oh....... oh......

So this is how Sunghoon uses his tongue, the same way he is licking halos of my nipples. He goes around them quickly, he's not a biter, he sucks, oh fuck if he sucks.

Heeseung wants something too, so he twirls my head to kiss me. Oh, his kisses are full, slimy, really dirty, it violates me more his tongue in my mouth than Sunghoon's on my breasts, which he squeezes, lifts, massages, as he keeps sucking them.

Heeseung doesn't want to wait any longer, so he puts it in first. As he continues to kiss me, my back resembles a C. My neck stretches unnaturally to get a little more of the ace lips, the center, the most talented member, probably. At the same time, my uncovered breasts are greedily consumed by the purely erotic licks directed at them by Sunghoon, who surely felt no sentimental involvement whatsoever in this situation, unlike me. And then, between my legs, as Heeseung enters in and smashes through, stroke after stroke, the few remnants of my dignity, he thrusts his cock in again as does Sunghoon.

God, it's horribly magnificent but...they should stop, at this rate....

"Ah!"- I gasp, loudly, Sunghoon grabs the back of my head bringing me closer to his face, rests his forehead against mine again as he continues to thrust harder and harder on his erection again. As well as Heeseung's, which seems to be going harder than the first time, he also seems angrier as he grabs onto my shoulders to thrust, plowing into my pussy with more vigor. - Ah...Ah...it's...enough...." I say this in a whisper, but the boy in front of me can hear perfectly.

"Enough?" Sunghoon asks.

Heeseung grabs me by the hips, Seunhoon pulls me by the face. I know he wants to kiss me, I'm sure of it, because he keeps brushing his lips against mine--and yet....

No, he doesn't kiss me. Heeseung doesn't let him, pulling me closer to him, but I don't think he would have done it anyway. I'm okay with it.

I don't mind. I can have their bodies, but never again, in this life, their love.

In fact, I could have played it better, couldn't I?

Maybe they would have allowed me to stay even if I hadn't given myself to anyone-or would I?

Sunghoon bites with his lips in the center of my neck, while with his teeth, Heeseung bites the cartilage of my ear, massaging one of my breasts. I seem to be enveloped by hands, more than four, of eight.

I begin to blur the sensations.

"St...sto....stop..." I try to say, suddenly emotional. What the fuck is going on!

Heeseung stiffens, I can feel it, but he keeps moving slowly, Sunghoon doesn't seem to care. "Shut up, whore..."

I start to mumble, between moans, oh no, what the hell is wrong with me, really? I feel like crying. Not here, not now.

Heeseung is the first to do something, removing my mask but making sure that I rest the back of my head on his shoulder again, this way my gaze is turned toward the roof.

"It's okay." He whispers, suddenly clasping his hands on my shoulders.

Sunghoon also makes a really primal cry, sinking his fingers into the skin of my hips as he pushes me.

They have come again, together.

But is this normal? Does it work like friends who simultaneously menstruate?

I collapse onto Sunghoon's chest. Not because I want to, it is simply inevitable; I am too tired. My belly is in turmoil again, emotions mingling with the warmth our naked bodies give off, the atmosphere is still thick.

I feel like I've been running for hours, but I've done less than everyone I think.

Sunghoon is surprised, not expecting me to let go in his arms. He holds them wide, as if he doesn't even want to touch me now that I can see him.

When I lift my confused but angry gaze to him, Sunghoon sincerely assumes a worried expression, that's when he rests his palms on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks, leaving me devoid of that infamous anger I was talking about; I am unarmed.

This ... is Sunghoon's chest, and it is so... wide.

I try to get up, before I give up my dignity altogether, but I am weak and he resists, holding me close to him. I look at him again.

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung asks, taking me by the arm and forcing me to turn around.

Wow... Heeseung, with his hair wet with sweat, with his skin bristling... wow... his abdomen... even if it's not as defined as Sunghon's... that is... wow... it is so concrete, massive.

"Why are you crying!" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Do I cry? But when do I ever? I resist the temptation. I touch my cheeks, confused, they're really wet.

So Sunghoon... Did he squeeze me for that reason? Do you want to see that he's the type who gets soft in front of crying girls? Oh, that's really cute though, isn't it?

Wait! I have to get up!

I try to force my legs apart as it all becomes more and more slippery because of their semen, and also my intimate humors let's face it, but after I get up I simply slump down on the bed, not on Sunghoon at least.

"W-What? No... what are you talking about?" I justify in a hushed voice, not having enough strength to even speak.

"The magic is over." Sighs Sunghoon, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Heeseung looks at him in silence, then looks away seemingly frustrated. "Now go."

The friend, however, takes his time getting dressed. I see him out of the corner of my eye.

Heeseung first thinks about putting one of his sweatshirts on me, surprising the younger man who sneers in amusement.

"What's there to hide now, hyung?" Does it remind him satisfied, the real Sunghoon and not the one who took pity on my tears, a momentary mask? Who knows.

"Go, Sunghoon." He repeats earnestly, Heeseung, also very different from the sex animal, literally, I saw tonight.

Before leaving he stares at me, I curled up by the pillows, covering myself and avoiding his gaze like the plague. "Good night Amanda, next time." He says to me, walking out.

I shiver, literally. Heeseung sits on the bed, putting his hands to his hair, perhaps just now realizing what just happened.

Yeah, Lee Heeseung, you're a pervert.

"Are you happy?" I ask softly, wryly, covering my face with my sweatshirt.

He doesn't answer right away. "You could have... refused."

"Why me? You're the one who arranged it."

"I asked you several times." He tries to retort but I can see him being unsure.

"Why did you do it?"

"For... - he seems to answer in a rush, then freezes - because I wanted to know if you were sure."

"I was hoping you felt guilty. - I admit, smiling, I'm being ridiculous right now. - Now that I hear it out loud, it's much more embarrassing."

I leave him speechless, it's obvious. I guess I'm just making trouble for him, after all, he just wanted to have fun with his friend, and that's what I came here to do, so what right do I have?

"Sorry. I won't talk like that again."

I immediately regret it, perhaps because, contrary to how I felt this afternoon, comfortable, humanly close to him, loving like a sincere fan, I seem to realize only now that I really am just a collaborator. Not a regular girl, not a fan.

"I.... I made a mistake - he surprises me, because I really didn't expect it - I thought that this way, I would solve things." Admits.

Some things to be solved? What is he saying?

"In the end, I created more problems than anything else."

"What are you talking about, Heeseung?"

"What do you think about Sunghoon? - He asks, quickly, as if he wanted to ask me from the start. - He fucks you well, doesn't he?"

"What.... are you serious?"

He blinks those wonderful almond-shaped eyes that he has, like a confused and clumsy fawn.

"Honestly, what's the difference?" I ask.

It's not that I don't want to answer; I would deny it regardless. Simply, what does he care?

"Don't trust him. He's good at what he does." He says, getting up and starting to walk nervously.

"What did you think you were solving by saying yes to him?"

"You've seen him, no? - He asks, concerned, as if he's not even listening to me. - He went crazy because of you."

What the... what is he going to say?

"Stay away from him."

"Why? - I feel more comfortable, but I continue to cover myself as I slowly move across the bed to get closer to the edge. - He's rich, handsome, famous. If he likes me, isn't that okay?"

"He's engaged! Remember him?"

"I would never aspire to be with him but I could become his luxury whore. Gifts and rough sex, that's not bad."

"Rough sex - he scoffs, indignant - you do it with me, at best."

"Really?" I ask surprised but also confused because I can't tell if he's joking.

"Wait, so you like Sunghoon? Even if you're in this situation, shouldn't you aspire to something better than a guy who cheats his girlfriend?" He asks, as if he really wants to reason with me for me to change my mind. How nice, but why is he doing this? He's just leading me on.

"You have a girl's picture in your nightstand too, you don't have sisters, do you?"

Oh, he's surprised. I caught him! But caught who? Lee Heeseung? The korean superstar? No, worldwide I would say. My head is spinning.

"How... Nothing to do with it, we're not together."

It literally hurts my heart to have this conversation because basically it's obvious that he's joking, I'm joking too, however, he does it in a strange way-he doesn't seem to be joking, he's really leading me on.

"Then should I bet on you? - I ask him, looking at him with tired eyes. Today's sessions are taking their toll. - Or should I simply not bet on anyone?"

"Can anyone know what you are saying?!" He blurts out suddenly, loudly, in the middle of the night.

I look at him, frowning but I think I also look very sleepy. "I thought it was a meaningless speech contest. - I embellish my tone slightly, pointing at him annoyed. - You started it!" I shout, tired and stressed.

I feel like crying again, but why did I raise my voice? I'm sorry, am I making a scene? Is it all my fault?

"Does it seem so meaningless that I worry about you?"

"Yes, because you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either but you are in love with me." He replies, the idiot.

How does he suddenly make the argument so ridiculous? The anxiety is gone and so are the tears, wow, thank goodness! Thank you Lee Heeseung for being so stupid.

"The truest thing about you is that you are an idiot, aren't you?" I ask, shocked.

"Or are you in love with Sunghoon?"

"Will you stop with that? I told you I like J- I paralyze myself, remembering that now it's like he's Ester's. He even drove her home-really-the two of them alone. Really Amanda? Is that the situation to get jealous? - Jungwon." I nod.

"Shit, I can't think about it - he tells me, backing away nervously - why didn't you refuse?!"

Again?

"Why do you insist? - I huff in stew, getting up and shrugging at him as I put on his silly, fragrant sweatshirt, smell like his skin, his hair, I like it. I sniff it surreptitiously for a second and then raise my head proudly. - It's your fault."

"I made a mistake, Amanda."

"What ar..."

"Seriously." He repeats interrupting me, serious.

I can't look away now that he's staring at me like that. "Why did I have to be the one to refuse?"

"Because you are my fan. You're the one who should only want me."

But...is this real reasoning? I mean, is it really what it sounds like? Do real people reason like this? Or even worse, do famous people reason like this?

"Are you serious?"

"I-I don't know! - Ah, he stutters when he's in trouble...seriously, I.... - But it would have been better."

"So it's just a game, right? - I ask him, smiling serenely as I stretch the collar of his sweatshirt over my lips. - You just want to win."

Why does he look sad? Lee Heeseung, the actor you are.

"I want it all and I want more than the others, yes."

"You want a real answer? I don't want to leave here." I remind him, by now, this doesn't even sound like a real conversation, it's like I'm dreaming.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"What?"

"To have you sent away." He says, as if there is still hope for redemption.

I feel like laughing but restrain myself. "You say I can still get sent away, get a million to pay off the debt at best, or end up as a host for another band at worst, just so I can worship you?"

"Avoiding the bands option, well yes, it wouldn't go unnoticed." He replies confidently.

"Wow... you have surprisingly low standards."

"Maybe while you were getting lost watching Sunghoon, you forgot that in front of you is Lee Heeseung."

"Do I become your luxury whore? We can make a contract, if you pay me the debt we estimate timisticam-" he shushes me, kissing me.

Oh, he kisses me a lot, doesn't he? How I love these kisses of his.

"Oh yeah, and would you?"

"No... - I giggle tiredly and confusedly, hanging onto his shoulder and putting myself on my toes to get closer to his ear-because if I were that close to you, I couldn't worship you anymore. I can give up the idea of Sunghoon, but not the idea of Lee Heeseung."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted to hear, Lee Heeseung?

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 10

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS I had prepared this trailer in my native language, but unfortunately it doesn't work

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 9

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS NOTE: okay, I see where I'm going wrong--I guess I write chapters that are too long..

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 1

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex,

ATTENTION: this chapter will be pov heeseung, so from his first-person point of view, I hope not to cause confusion ~~

I glare at him, he really betrayed himself. And quickly, too. Not that he was so good at hiding it so far.

I see him roll his eyes. "What do you want from me?"

"Dumb, you're hurt her?" I repeat his words, incredulous.

He twists his lips annoyed and looks away. "You pushed her."

"Stop it Sunghoon…." I advise him, looking tired.

"What?"

"Really?"

"Haven't you ever gotten tired?" He has the courage to answer.

"Everyone has figured it out that you're interested."

"The point is that I'm not really, I'm just having fun, but you guys take this so seriously, and it's pathetic." He laughs, trying to ridicule my position.

In fact, I'm uncomfortable. "You don't understand."

"You've been with her half a day and now you're crazy about her? What, you fuck her too? You say she's that good?"

"I just want you not to torment her, I need her sane to fuck her."

Yet Sunghoon smiles anyway. "Jay has already forgotten her, why don't you do the same? - He asks me, lifting his wrist with the watch and showing it. - It's not long before the shift ends."

"You take it for granted that I like her, why do you find it impossible for me not to like her, since you like her?"

The question comes out as a kind of riddle, I see Sunghoon holding back a laugh. He doesn't want to laugh because I struck him in honor, but at the same time, my tone and the sound of the words came out a little too funny.

"But you disparage her, you scorched earth her. You blame her because you hate the fact that she will give herself not only to you but to everyone who will allow her to survive."

"Survive? Is that a feminist slogan? You're a feminist now?" He attempts to change the subject, believing he's insulting me, perhaps, in a totally clumsy way.

"Only now?"

"I am not interested, I simply enjoy annoying her."

"You are literally an elementary school child!" I accuse him, aloud.

"She amuses me - he admits, chuckling as his gaze is perhaps lost in some specific memory. - It amuses me when she's angry."

"What if Wonyoung found out? That you amuse yourself like this."

"If you tell her, the host thing will come up…. - he tells me, with a grin, feels advantaged. - Wait, now that I think about it…don't the girls also have hosts?"

I ponder this too, but it seems unlikely, since I've often been in girls' band dorms. "I don't… know?"

"No, this is a male thing. - He concludes the question, relieved, the monkey. - Besides, Wonyoung would tell me right away."

"Like you told her about Amanda?" I imply doubt.

If he goes back to focusing on his beautiful girlfriend, maybe he will get tired of playing with Amanda. 

Stop asking me: the reason is obvious, if he keeps harassing her she will leave on her own, since I want to have fun, it's not good for me.

Come to think of it though, if she stopped being a host, she would just be a beautiful girl, wouldn't she? Would she go back to being a fan of mine? Just mine? No, she wasn't mine from the beginning.

"Heeseung, you can have better than her." He changes the subject, after several seconds.

I smile nervously. "What?"

"Why do you worry so much? I thought at least you didn't bust."

"She's pretty, isn't she? - I ask, knowing he wouldn't answer, so I smile. - It's just about that, let me enjoy in peace. You don't have to torment her just because you can't…."

"Even so, shouldn't you let her go?" He dares to ask.

How can he say such things while denying that he is interested in her? He accused me of taking little time, me wanting to just and exclusively her, while he seems so obsessed with her since we got back. Even his being so interested in the fact that I had been in her hous,, why was that so upsetting to him? I could fuck her at home, too.

"Why? I don't even have to commit myself. - I explain to him, confidently. - Besides, even you must have seen some fans who wanted to fuck you, maybe even been there. But it's always a mess and they become obsessed, she's not only pretty, she was sent directly from the agency so I don't have to worry."

Sunghoon smiles but actually looks rather annoyed. "Should I do that too?"

"Risk losing Wonyoung?"

Although I have reasons to believe that he won't give in to temptation anyway, I can't be so sure. Honestly, I can beat everyone else, but Sunghoon is a little too ethereal. She, who has always preferred me, as she indirectly admitted, was completely thunderstruck by Sunghoon, it is obvious.

Of Jay she will soon forget, I am sure, but of Sunghoon? By continuing to be on her like this they will end up becoming friends, even close.

"You worry a lot about my relationship." He says, getting serious.

I smile automatically, there goes the real Sunghoon again. "When you're alone you have a lot of time and observe a lot of things."

"Oh yeah, and what have you noticed?"

"That you are really lucky. I can have better, but you really have it. What are you still doing here, with me?"

"I was waiting for the moment when you told me not to go near Amanda again, in a threatening way. Did I say right? Is that going to happen? Maybeo that comes in the next chapters."

I have to laugh, I admit. "We are not good for this situation."

He sneers. "I noticed."

Eventually the discussion dies there and we return to the living room, where Amanda sits next to Ester but also Yeonjun, who is showing the girls some photos taken on a trip. Jay keeps an eye on them but stays in his seat while Niki and Beomgyu, who are exchanging strange looks, order food.

Soobin got the good booze and talks to Taehyun about it, not sure how he knew where were, meanwhile they rang. Why doesn't anyone carry their keys in this house?

I go to open it, it's Sunoo.

Instinctively I change direction, letting him in. He smiles, as always.

He makes me think of strange periods in my growing up, so sometimes, spontaneously, I avoid him.

"Omo, you are all here but.. Kai sumbae is not here?"

"He was busy." Taehyun says, laughing.

"He has the private personal trainer." He clarifies doubts Jungwon, who knows him well, after entering and taking off his shoes.

"Omo…but you are beautiful! - Says Sunoo, pointing at Amanda. - And so are you! But who are you?" He asks Ester.

Jungwon is also quite confused by the vision, still staring at Amanda as if he cannot believe she was hiding all that under the sloppy clothes she always wears.

"Didn't you read on group? - Jungwon asks, approaching the two girls. - Nice to meet you all!" - He laughs, with his sly grin.

Amanda smiles, I guess she finds him adorable, not knowing him. "This is Ester, my best friend."

"You have such a young friend?"

"Actually I'm older than her." She admits, incredulous in front of the other two band members. That must be really nice for a fan.

"What?" - Jungwon replies, turning toward our personal host, then squaring her not-so-subtly: breasts, hips, skirt cleavage. Trivial. - And you are?" He asks, lifting his gaze.

"You're a rascal, huh? You always gave me that idea." Ester comments, suddenly much less shy.

Sunoo waves to her, and is probably the person who best fits the standards of a partner for korean male genre, in this room. Yes, I'm mean, but I have my reasons.

"Beautiful people always go in pairs, huh?" Sunoo asks.

Amanda smiles at him naturally, you can tell, she is not flustered like with me. With me she feels uncomfortable, but how the fuck is that possible? I'm pure easy-going. I'm a good guy, I don't understand.

"How did you two meet?" Yeonjun asks, after a while, as everyone takes a seat and orders in turn.

"We faced the same high school, then we drifted apart…." Begins the story Ester, who might have preferred to omit this part.

"Then my boyfriend fuck his cousin and I had no one - Amanda smiles, in the tomb-like silence that has fallen. - She snatched me up like a stray dog and I'm really grateful."

Ester is struck by her words, to the point that her eyes glaze over. "Are you dumb? What are you saying?" She seems to ask, but I don't understand why they are speaking in italian, I guess…. or was it spanish?

"Omo, how cute - Yeonjun says, amidst the primitive howls of the boys excited by seeing them so vulnerable, helpless, cute. Meanwhile, however, he pushes himself on Amanda, in that sort of pink micro tank top he's wearing. - But what do you mean he cheated on you with his cousin?"

Amanda, surprised by the contact, immediately looks toward Ester, then laughs nervously. "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to ask, I was getting worried." She admits.

Wait, right, her cousin!

No, it's even more serious that she was betrayed.

No, that she had no one.

Why didn't she have anyone?

"They had been dating for years. I was so confused that I didn't understand it at that time."

"You have a radar for assholes." Ester smiles wryly.

"We moved to the beach area, though, so I recovered quickly." Amanda jokes, downplaying the situation shyly.

"Oh, that's too bad." Says Soobin, more interested.

"Our sea is the best." She brags, the redhead.

"We have the sea too, but I don't know if it's better." Says Yeonjun, leaning on Amanda's shoulder but looking at Ester.

"Are you asking me to go there together?" The friend asks.

"Would you say yes?"

"Ew, hyung." Beomgyu whines.

"Disgusting." Soobin nods.

"Too close." Reminds Jay instead, who is focused as usual: good job!

Yeonjun shrugs off laughing. "You should ask her if it's okay before scolding me."

"I've already decided it's not okay."

"In fact, detach yourself." She supports the argument of her great love, Ester, hugging our host and holding in her thin arms.

"How can you talk to me like that?" He pretends to be offended, my former friend, one of many.

I sigh, drawing attention. "Jungwon, do you take karaoke?"

"Oh, it's like high school." Responds the leader laughing and starting for his room.

While the food is being ordered and Taehyun is busy distributing the glasses, three or four different speeches have already started. The odd ones, to tell the truth, are Sunghoon and me.

Even Jay has engaged in a heated discussion with Taehyun, and I'm not surprised, being the only intelligent one among them idiots. Occasionally Sunghoon and I look at each other, but then we quickly look away.

When Jungwon comes back, with the karaoke machine, they all really cheer like kids, looking like they're really having fun.

As Sunghoon helps him mount it in the flat TV, I start to feel the alcohol fumes cloud me. Always too busy with work, I can hardly even engage in this kind of leisure, plus alcohol has too many calories…. if I have to choose it will be ramen.

"Who's first?"

"Me - Jay offers, getting up. - I'll go."

"Omo! Are you really going to sing?" Ester asks, while Amanda also looks at the same boy.

"What do you want me to sing?"

The friend turns to our host, noticing her absorbed gaze on Jay, I can see her smiling in confusion and embarrassment. "What do you recommend?"

Amanda returns the nervous smile. "Brought the heat back?"

"Wait, do we sing our own songs?" Sunoo asks.

"Since them are here, we could show them a good time." Says Soobin, though his tone sounds rather malicious.

"Why this one?" Jay asks.

"Your voice is very beautiful, it's perfect for the song. You make incredible notes and you sing more." She replies, like any fan, but she's actually right.

Jay is crazy in that song, he has more space, it is really remarkable how he can use his voice, although he does not profess to be a singing talent, too modest as always.

She was able to surprise him, perhaps excite him, this little b… ok, stop it. Jay feels the same way, which is why he looks at her in confusion, looking away shortly after, annoyed but, knowing him, also embarrassed.

I guess if she said something like that to me I'd have a heartbeat, like today in her apartment…. And not only that.

Why am I always horny?

"Okay, and that's fine."

"Woo! - Shouts Beomgyu, raising his fist in cheers. - Go Jay oppa!"

Yeonjun mumbles, looking exhausted. "And what am I supposed to sing?"

"Good boy gone bad!" Ester immediately responds.

Amanda nods. "Yes, please! The rap part!"

The two start squawking, eventually annoying everyone except Yeonjun, clearly.

"In live he doesn't sing it well." Beomgyu teases him.

"You just sound envious to me!" Ester replies, confidentially.

He offended looks at her. "How?"

But isn't he the one who was interested in her, with that petite, slender, pale pink body of hers, in that little black micro dress that highlights her prosperous breasts?

I like Ester, honestly I would like to fuck her, however, I still prefer Amanda's smaller breasts, her harmonious proportions, her more shapely and trained body, squeezed into that other micro dress of an innocent lilac, but only that of innocent. It sticks to her, and no need to imagine what she's hiding, it tickles my taste buds to the point of watering every time I look at her.

Anything from the way she looks to the way she moves her lips to speak is erotic. Perhaps what makes it erotic is her inferior position, come to think of it, because it makes me want to possess her, in every way.

"You steal my thunder, hyung." Jay says theatrically, putting on a big voice.

Taehyun bursts out laughing. "He's right, you're always so intrusive."

"I was just inquiring." Yeonjun justifies himself.

First Jongseong sings, the girls sing in chorus with him while we in the band just mime, involved. When Yeonjun performs his number, like a trained animal, during the part of his rap the two start screaming like rabid fans, holding hands.

After him sings Taehyun, one of their best songs, We lost the summer, this makes them dream, it is obvious. They are attending their own private concert.

In fact, although not exploited properly, Yeonjun has the talent to be a very good rapper, and it's obvious that it bothers me, because among the five thousand things I can do perfectly, this doesn't fit in.

I tried very little, I didn't experiment enough, maybe precisely because I thought I might fail. I've been told I'm good, but I don't really believe it.

"Omo. You are really outstanding in live."

"There are fans who shell out millions of won to see us in concert, but you have never been there?" Soobin asks curiously.

Ester glares at him. "I've been to all of you concerts since I moved here."

"How about you?" He turns to Amanda.

"I really…. - starts to say, shyly-I've only been to see Enhypen. Once."

I hold back an expression of sheer enjoyment but still look at Yeonjun, wanting to enjoy the reaction of his wounded pride, he doesn't seem too surprised though, instead tapering his gaze focused on her, did he intend it as a challenge? I certainly hope not.

"At what stage?" Jungwon asks.

"The one in Seoul, the last one."

"Were you already working for Hybe? You could have asked them. Staff tickets are discounted." Sunoo explains.

"It means we will have to invite you two to our next tour. You might even leave with us." Yeonjun replies.

But what does he say?

Amanda looks at him surprised, not knowing what to say.

"Excuseme, what?" Sunghoon asks.

"We could ask for new hosts, maybe to accompany us during the concerts. In fact, they are very stressful."

Amanda is embarrassed, I can see it, my heart clenching to see her so distressed. She certainly didn't want the matter to come out again, this time in front of Sunoo and Jungwon.

"Too bad Amanda is already our host." Jungwon replies, with the confidence of a leader. Even if he uses his power little.

Yeonjun puts his arm on Amanda's shoulder, drawing her closer. "Contracts expire. When does yours?"

"There is no date." She answers, surprising us.

We stay staring at her pretty much all of us, even her friend, who strangely did not ask her such an obvious question. Neither did any of us, it seems.

"What?" I ask, surprised.

"They said they would let me know."

"You signed without knowing when you would be finished?" Yeonjun also asks, confused but also annoyed.

"What was your host doing earlier?" Amanda asks, bluntly, without turning around.

"She was a model, and she got into a scandal right away, and they cancelled her."

"Did she owe money to Hybe?"

"What?- Answers Soobin, surprised. - No, no."

"You owed money to Hybe?" Repeats Yeonjun, equally bewildered.

"Whose turn is it now to sing?" He diverts Jay's attention.

"Sunoo, you go." Says Jungwon, understanding Jay's strategy.

The boy who was quietly drinking his cocktail is practically forced to get up. "Yah! Are you animals?"

"Just sing, hyung." Snorts Niki.

Clearly, dirty laundry need to be washed at home, and we still have much to discuss. They are certainly not the ones who need to know these things; it is not with them that she should open up. She seems to understand this and lowers her face like a scolded little girl. How cute?

Sunoo starts singing, they listen to him dreamily, and I have to admit that his timbre, his voice, his skills, are outstanding overall. He gives 100 percent at karaoke as much as at a concert, and this, undoubtedly, makes him a great performer.

The evening, from this moment on, goes on more and more cheerfully. We are increasingly full of alcohol, we smoke, eventually even Sunghoon relaxes slightly, although he always keeps his distance from TXT.

We dine with korean meals, Taehyun takes the opportunity to explain some of our culture at the table, and they seem really interested. In fact, it might be helpful if they want to marry a korean.

I'm not sure what their culture is in this regard, but korean men often demand that the woman take care of and cook for her husband, especially if he is the only one working - at least that's what they taught me - although, judging from Amanda's resume, not many korean will want to marry her.

Intuiting Ester's personality as well, I could say the same about her.

In any case, Amanda has said she will leave Korea. In another place, she could continue to live normally, but at this point even if the seven of us kept our mouths shut, some of them others will tell around. I wouldn't be surprised if it's Yeonjun.

It's not that I'm sad about it, that's clear, but it would have been fun to see her out, if only as a pastime. Maybe friends with benefits. Honestly even to be kind, we live too different lives, we belong to different worlds, too different.

I do feel a little sorry for her, though. If Hybe really set her up, she will no longer have the choice of her life, to stay in Korea, should she so desire. And if marrying a korean man was her dream, as I imagine it is for many foreign young silly girls, because after all, a bit silly girl she is, shouldn't she be able to decide for herself?

As I walk out of the bathroom, passing through the kitchen where Beomgyu, Niki, Yeonjun and Sunghoon are, I notice that in the balcony, Jay and Jungwon stand secluded whispering. It seems to be an intimate conversation and I usually let it go, but right now I'm really curious about what they are saying to each other.

I get a drink, the balcony door is very close to the refrigerator but I still can't tell, plus I don't want to stare at them too directly.

I approach sipping my cocktail I see Jay holding the e-cig in his hands. Lately he had stopped using it, who knows why to pick it up just today.

"We can continue to play it cool." Jungwon says, under his breath.

Jay sighs in frustration. "We need to find out more about their host."

"I don't think they'll give us any trouble that way - the leader replies seriously, looking at his friend - being in the same situation, it wouldn't make sense to expose something like that to the media."

"I don't think they're going to sabotage us with the press - Jay explains, and I approach with confidence, because I know I can participate in this conversation. - Our host is really pretty, isn't she? You saw her tonight Amanda."

"I'm still shaken." Jungwon adds, amused, alluding.

I twist my lips, annoyed that the discussion has come to this point. "And what do you think they might do?"

"Our contract has just started, they might override us. Even if it was just to annoy Heeseung, Yeonjun would be able to take it." Jay makes sure he is not being watched by him as he whispers.

"He doesn't have that much power." I respond in a rush, a little too much, I guess.

Jungwon smiles, I find it rather creepy. "We can't know."

"Would she go so far as to disturb Hybe just to annoy me?"

"Amanda is fresher than their host, I gather." Says Jay, lucid as usual.

"Haven't you dirtied her enough already?" Jungwon asks, laughing, as the oldest among them stiffens a bit, perhaps uncomfortable with the question.

"It's not funny." He replies. Yeah, I think so, too.

"You need to tell me more about what you did - Jungwon sighs, leaning against the railing - but regardless, it will be enough if they never meet again, right?"

"You are the one who is a great friend of theirs. You should know them, what are they going to do?" I ask annoyed.

"Weren't you friends with Yeonjun? - He reminds me of the leader, annoyed by my tone despite being three years younger than me. - And they won't do anything in my opinion anyway. The situation with Amanda, it won't last."

At least ten seconds of silence after his words. We are the ones left without, looking at him.

"Why are you staring at me? Isn't it obvious?"

Jay tightens his lips, looking away; I am quite confused. Based on what does he say this? I don't want to sound naive, so I say nothing.

"It's funny, I admit - Jungwon chuckles - considering who he hangs out with, but you see it too, don't you? Sunghoon is crazy about her, and he's in denial right now, so let alone what he'll do when he accepts it. That is, if he accepts it."

Jongseong crosses his arms over his chest, then snorts. "Are you sure that's what it is?"

"That's what I think, yes."

Why is the one who is speechless now only me?

Perhaps because as long as this was just my consideration, my thought, it appeared simply remediable.

Amanda is beautiful, really beautiful, but beautiful enough to drive Park Sunghoon crazy? She who was just an ordinary girl until yesterday, what is so special about her that makes him crazy?

And why did this affect me so much that it took my words away.

"There is also the matter of her friend." Jay recalls.

"Why? She is not a host."

"It's possible they might want to fuck her in the future. - He asks, and seems genuinely concerned. - They shouldn't."

"She is a normal girl, even though it may annoy you, she has every right to hang out with them if she feels like it."

"She hasn't been soiled, has she?" I ask, after I don't know how long.

Is that really the first thing I can think of to say in such a situation? They look at me in a mixture of puzzlement and amazement.

"Look at this guy." Jungwon comments, looking at me.

Jay sighs. "I won't say anything."

"Why?" He asks him.

"Because it's not entirely inexplicable."

The leader seems to understand the message between the lines and clicks his tongue in amusement. "Really? Is that what happens to you after you fuck her? It's starting to scare me."

Me sleeping with her… yes, of course I have - I would say, if asked. But why would I lie?

I just didn't like that tasteless exit. It's okay if I do these things, just me. Not Jungwon, not Jay, much less Sunghoon.

"Let's change the subject. - Sentences Jay, seriously. - Heeseung, you are better than Sunghoon." He reminds me, I know better.

"You are misunderstanding." I say stiffly.

"Anyway, maybe if you keep her quiet, Ester, she won't be seen with them." Says the leader.

Jay looks at him. "That's all we need and they send me in forever hiatus."

Jungwon bursts out laughing, holding his stomach. "You're right."

On second thought, wouldn't that be better? Yes, I'm not completely listening to the discussion, but wouldn't it be better if Amanda stopped being a host? That way, maybe her reputation is still savable? Honestly, Jongseong and Jaeyun are not the types to go around flaunting it, partly because it would be to their detriment.

When Sunghoon's shift comes, however, things may change. Not to mention that Niki will also have his shift. If she really were to sleep with everyone, there would really be no redemption.

"What are you thinking?" Jungwon asks me, curious, noticing my silence.

"Nothing, why?"

"Don't lie." Jay continues.

"Do you guys want this situation to last? - The leader asks again. - We may have another host if her inevitably leads to problems."

"Amanda will continue to be our host - Jay replies seriously. - That's not going to change."

"You can date her if she wasn't a host, right?" His friend reminds him.

I stiffen, again, he's not even wrong. "But no, she likes everyone. I'm not interested in a non-exclusive relationship."

Perhaps that is the one fundamental truth - beyond the fact that she have to do it for work, she likes them all. I'm not even in a position to judge her, after all, that's natural. However, this means that Amanda can only and only be a host.

Maybe all this time I just kept acting, thinking, like a kid.

"Let's play truth or dare." Proposes Sunoo, back with the girls and Taehyun in the kitchen, lifting a bottle of tequila.

"Alcoholic version?" Niki mumbles drunkenly, sitting partly on the floor, partly on the sofa.

"Are we on a high school night theme?" Comments Sunghoon, who strangely looks at me but then looks away.

What does he have in mind?

"Let's do it." Amanda staggers, throwing herself onto the couch as her bare legs are inches from Riki's face.

"You should go to sleep, you're lost." Jongseong tells her, twisting his lips.

"No! Let's play." She smiles, satisfied as a child.

I clear my throat, against it. "Yes, maybe we should call it a night."

"No, come on, now that was getting interesting!" Beomgyu complains, whining like a wayward child.

It's now 2 am, we have commitments tomorrow anyway, they certainly do too, to continue this evening would be pointless and tiring. Besides, tonight, it's my turn but she if she's in this condition…I just can't.

Ester hugs her friend. "Now I'm going home."

"How are you coming? - Amanda asks her, surprisingly lucid for having her eyes practically closed due to alcohol. - I'll drive for you!"

"But you don't even drive, dumb!"

"I… I can drive! - She says, with conviction but slurping. - I don't have a car but I can drive." He continues in italian, I guess, and I don't understand.

To look at them, these two are cute. As they tease and joke, as they worry about each other, it's a relationship I haven't had with anyone in a while, I guess I miss it.

"I'll take you back." Jay offers, I guess either to let her end the evening on a high note, or to fuck her (much more likely).

"I have the car, too!" Beomgyu says.

"Yes, but you're with mine now." Yeonjun reminds him.

"Can I borrow it?"

"I'll take her back, I said." Jongseong then asserts himself.

"But…I have my own." Ester replies, genuinely surprised.

"All the more reason, you can't drive."

"And how do you get back?"

"I'll call a driver." He sighs.

Ester is easily persuaded, who greets her friend by kissing and squeezing her, I imagine she is very grateful for the opportunity she is having, thanks to her. She then greets everyone rather meekly to quickly follow Jay who leads the way.

It is time to accompany the sumbae as well, finally. Yeonjun is rather reluctant but does not object probably because he knows he is busy, however, he does not miss the opportunity to greet Amanda by giving her a sensual kiss on the cheek, she remains completely petrified.

"Yah! - She turns informally, Sunghoon, glaring at him as he simply laughs it off. - Why don't you leave?"

"See you sumbae." I extend my hands toward the door gently pointing him to the exit and he, goes outside.

We say goodbye to them all and then everyone heads off to their room, guess who excepted.

Sunghoon is still looking at me, but what does he want? I don't have time.

"Go to your room, I'll come and give you something in a little while." I tell her.

She lifts my thumb, she is very cute while doing so, but I keep feeling conflicting impulses. I'm contrite, I have to keep my composure, but she doesn't make it easy: with her red cheeks, her moist, glossy full lips, her breasts so obvious no bra.

Sunghoon seems to read my mind since when I look at him, he allows himself a restrained, ironic laugh.

Amanda doesn't realize it, she simply walks off to my room, I like this feeling. But Sunghoon is still watching me, what is it, he wants to comment on the matter? Make me change my mind? I'll wait for her to recover, but I'm not giving up.

"Are you happy?" He asks, I knew it.

I smile nonchalantly. "Average, more than the fact that they're gone."

"A relief indeed - he confers, tame - anyway you say you don't care, right?"

"But who? The host?" I ask incredulously and nervously.

"That's right." He clicks his tongue, as if I got the reaction he waited.

What does he want?

"It seems the other way around, doesn't it? We could prove to each other that we are in good faith, and fuck her together."

I honestly stand stunned at such a proposal.

No, he can't be serious, he can't have thrown off the mask already.

"Didn't you say you would never sleep with her?" I ask, suddenly nervous.

"She won't know." He answers, quietly.

"What?" I am incredulous.

"We close her eyes, honestly, even if she gets it I don't care. The important thing is that she doesn't see it."

I just laugh. Me, I have nothing to prove. I won't let him get his hands on her before me.

It's just a matter of pride.

"No." I answer.

"Why?"

"Do it on your turn."

"But she would know it's me."

Why does he answer so quickly? He doesn't give me time to think, to understand.

"No."

He looks at me surprised. "Why?" He asks again.

"Why don't you ask Niki?"

"He doesn't like me."

And I do? In theory, before today, I would have said so, but why Park Sunghoon do you make it so to love you? You are a manipulator, an asshole.

"I don't care about anything - he puts his hands out, with a disinterested expression - let me be clear. But I'm showing you. I wouldn't feel like doing it with others anyway."

"With me it's not strange?"

"No, because I think you're someone who just thinks about getting laid."

He's praising me. I know he is, but why does he have this effect on me? I look away, honestly embarrassed.

"I know it's the first of your shifts, however, I didn't think you cared about these things…"

And now he belittles me, but elegantly.

I know he is trying to manipulate me.

"How do you want to stop her from seeing?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Don't run." I admonish him.

But why don't I deny it?

Honestly, I shouldn't care what he thinks of me, I should just give a damn and let him think I'm crazy in love with Amanda, or not?

Equally and perhaps stronger is the desire not to appear weak. Everything I've imagined so far is nothing but pure, very silly fantasies.

Hanging out with her? How could I.

"I have a night mask." H explains.

I sigh. "No, it's weird. Besides, you saw her, nothing's going to happen tonight."

"She'll be fine." He tells me confidently.

His eyes burn with desire at this moment and I feel great annoyance, but also great fear. He cannot, must not think that I care about Amanda, because that would make me weak, ridiculous.

"There's no point in you wanting to do that, she would know right away that it's you."

"The important thing is that she doesn't see me." He repeats, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

It is obvious, he wants to continue playing with her, and he wants to do it more seriously. If I allow him to do so, I'll go along with his game clearly, but if I don't -- I'll be weak.

"Of course, if you say no, though, I will let it go. Maybe I was wrong about you." He sighs falsely sorry.

I twist my lips, annoyed. "I don't like the idea of you being there."

"You said you wouldn't do anything, given her condition."

"Even if we did, it would be strange. No?"

He smirks. "No problem, hyung. It's fine with me."

Yes, I get it, it's just not so fine with me. It's our first night together, after all, I already had my own idea of what was going to happen, I don't know if I want to give it up.

"What about Wonyoung?" I ask then.

Sunghoon tightens his lips. "It's not going to come out, right?"

"What if hypothetically Amanda could get to her?"

"She couldn't say she's seen me anyway. She's a fan… And then realistically.. how could she get to her?"

I am stunned. No, it can't go his way but I'm not doing anything concrete to prevent it. He is younger than I am but I fear his contempt so much? What is happening to me?

"Hyung, it's a game. You know too that she… is only for this…"

"Don't say that." I look at him badly, really badly.

Sunghoon smiles. "Don't get me wrong, it's just that… if she's here, why don't we just have fun? Leave the matters of the heart to Jongseong and Jaeyun. We… are different, aren't we?"

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When I returned to the room (and it is still strange to me) I found Jay sleeping blissfully. I didn't wake him up, but watching his absorbed expression I had my doubts he would have noticed me anyway if I had tried.

I didn't manage to get to sleep until six o'clock I think, when I heard him get up and make some noise, especially after he left the room, and I heard the others as well. Of course I could never sleep, despite I was so tired, I didn't even think about the fact that they will see me with my face caked with sleep, the repulsive me, from now on.

However, when I no longer hear them, I fall asleep in a second.

I wake up at 12 regenerated, the house is empty and silent. As I get myself settled, I call out to Ester.

"Oh god, oh god, who did you fuck?" She shouts.

I burst out laughing; it's the first thing she says to me. "Jay."

She screams even louder, I have to plug the phone speakers. "Bitch, him?!"

"Yes…. and is gigantic. Mastodontic."

She doesn't stop screaming, I wonder if she is in public or at home, considering she works in a korean advertising office. "Please, you have to invite me."

"Of course, I just have to find the right time. For now I think everyone hates me, those who don't hate me are scared or disgusted."

"Those who despise buy."

"You think so?" I giggle nervously.

"What envy… Jay, you damn bitch."

That's right, I hadn't thought of that. Since she's so crazy about Bangtan and hopelessly, sincerely, madly in love with Jongkook, I didn't calculate that she has bias in Enhypen anyway, and between the two is Jay. She shares a preference with a more obvious Jake, but she likes them both very much.

"What are they like?"

"I I don't know, they seem arrogant, more or less."

"Even Jay?"

"He … he's peculiar, I guess."

"In what way?!" He shouts again.

"I can't describe them to you yet…" I stall, undecided sincerely about what to say.

"Arrogant, huh? I didn't imagine anything different, but… like how did they take it? What did they say to you?"

"They were kind, more or less, except for Sunghoon. Oh, and I think Heeseung. I don't really understand him. Anyway, they could all be facades, I have that impression."

"You have to investigate."

"I must, you're right."

We laugh in unison, but in the meantime I think I should start with the cleaning today. I'll do four rooms, as planned, anyway I haven't even received warnings about what to touch or not to touch, but at least the bed I can do.

"So… exactly what do you do?"

"I guess scullery maid, however, the pay is worth the candle."

We laugh again.

Ester, however, has the 1 p.m. shift and still has to settle in, so we hang up with a promise to catch up soon. She tells me to contact her if anything happens, and it's like a warm breath her thoughtfulness makes me feel much less alone.

I'll start at Jay's, so I can get my things in better order as well, but mostly because I don't know whose other rooms are whose, I'll have to go blind, I wasn't sober enough to observe who was coming back where, yesterday.

Not that it changes anything, since I have to do them all, however having used the first round for acquaintances, three of them will be behind for the first five days, so maybe I should do them all.

It would make sense, I could gain some confidence, although I shouldn't yearn for anything like that.

Whatever, let's get on with it. I tie up my hair, put on a low-cut top, baggy shorts and socks to slide better on the hardwood floor, I have to be comfortable, the summer period has just begun and although it's not really hot, yet, the house is so hot.

Jongseong's room is strange, I can't say it's tidy but his closet is a hell swarming with expensive stuff. There is a kind of chaotic orderliness to it all, except for the closet, which was more harmonious before I made room, though.

I didn't bring a lot of things, so I manage to make good use of the generous space he offered to me. Now, the room looks a lot cooler, I moved the curtains and a lot of light comes in.

Let's go with the next one, let's see, I'll pick at random.

Hmm, it's a…normal room. There doesn't seem to be anything to do, everything is already in order. I don't indulge my curiosity in wanting to find out who it belongs to, partly because I also tried not to go through Jay's things, that would be inconsistent.

It is strange, though, why is it so anonymous? It is said that the environment where one lives reflects the soul, but the soul in question is not just neat, it is just ordinary, just looking around I can see that there is the bare minimum, not a photo, not a memento. Jay has several fan gifts, in the room, and he also has photos of his family, there is nothing here.

I go outside, that's okay, I won't go any further. I don't care, anyway. Seriously. I really mean it.

The room next door I recognize instead, and it's quite nice. Nicely furnished, even tidy all things considered, to the point where I just give it a quick tidy up to finish.

Around me are a few, not too many, but several Lego models. As I get closer to look at them I realize that these are some very rare pieces, not because I understand any of them, I knew someone who liked them very much, he showed them to me, something remained.

His order is pleasant, because is real. His various gadgets are arranged randomly, but there is something extremely elegant about the composition.

When I'm done with the third one which is Jake's room as I suspected but mostly because he has several, many photos of himself (not alone, but the ones in which he looked very good), one more to go, I realize it's already 3 p.m. (I took my time), maybe they won't be back for lunch? I don't even have their numbers yet, I guess, because I'm not sure I'll ever get them anyway.

Whatever, since I'm almost done, why not give myself a break? I'll untie my hair, turn on the TV, listen to some music - not theirs…right? Yes, that would be pathetic, so I'll put on someone I like musically almost as much as I do: TXT.

How cool, I find out they have all the subscriptions they can get, must be great to be rich, huh? Curious that I think that because of the amount of streaming services accessible and not because of the huge penthouse I'm in.

All right, the music is there, I've had the juice, I'll re-bind my hair. I'll also do the cooking, I'm feeling generous, since it's all new and strange I'll try to show myself useful so they won't break my balls!

No, maybe I'm not in the right position? I don't get it, what a mess. Whatever, let's dance and not think about it.

I go into the fourth room, oh, this one is nicer, but it's actually messy. There's a keyboard, I have an idea who the owner might be, should I set it on fire? No, we're not really enemies yet, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

One of my favorite songs, Fawerell Neverland, has started, I can't help but sing it with them. Meanwhile I pick up some empty ramen packs, some clothes left haphazardly on the floor, some cans, until I notice something I should have expected?

There are boxers. If they are at the foot of the bed, it means they are used. Honestly, Jay didn't leave anything like that lying around, what manners are they when you already know I'm probably going to come over and clean up at your place?

So, what do I do? Do I pick them up or do I leave them in protest? And why am I curious? But then curious about what? All right, I leave them where they are and resume singing.

Heeseung, are you my second enemy? At least you should have the decency to declare it.

"NEVERLAND MY LOVE!" I shout at the top of my lungs, noticing soon after that the bedside drawer is slightly open and I can make out a girl's face, in a picture.

"Do you listen to other people's songs? Weren't you an engene?"

I swear, I jump in the air. I completely failed to notice that he was standing in the doorway, at this point who knows how long.

Who is that girl? It shouldn't concern me, much less interest me.

"Can't I listen to anyone else?" I answer, trying to maintain a calm tone of voice, but I literally defecated on myself.

"Of course not."

"Of course you're strange - I sigh - and anyway, don't leave your dirty underwear lying around. At least you take that off."

"I was hoping you'd steal it from me. It would be in theme with your character, wouldn't it?"

"You're disgusting in person." I say that, though, why don't I think it? He almost snatched a laugh from me, lucky I remembered in time that I have dignity.

I continue to make his stupid bed, so I will have finished my ordinary duties anyway. Does that mean everyone is back? Why do I feel like seeing Jay? It's Heeseung's fault, it's like he's the cheerful version of Sunghoon, isn't it?

He's a jerk but he does it in a nice way? Cute? Charming? Laughing like that? Damn.

I see him turn to the other side of his twin bed, looking at me but I just can't hold eye contact. I lower my eyes and see he's clutching the other end of the sheet, helping me make the bed, I guess he wants me to leave his room.

"I'm not disgusting, am I? You don't mean that." He chuckles, adjusting the pillows for me.

"Yes I do, the biggest disappointment."

He looks at me again, why did he become serious for a second? Did I imagine that? "Disappointment? Is that a hint?"

I blush, a lot, feeling my cheeks flaming. "A hint about what? When I talk to you, I feel like I'm talking to a mentally ill."

"How is your korean so good?" Change the subject again, is that a peculiarity or something?

"I had a very good teacher."

"Oh yeah? And was this person born in Korea?"

"No, she is italian like me."

"Interesting."

I'm curious. We talk a lot fast, it's a constant back-and-forth, we sound like two old friends bickering, but something is different, it's clear. Even though I can talk to him, I feel discombobulated like I'm inside a shaker in action.

"Ah, you were here." I feel like I'm being called by someone.

Turning around, in the doorway of Heeseung's room, this time it's Jake. Was he looking for me? "Me?"

"Yes, you have to be with me today, right?"

in the romance untold album i found this card and the one from heeseung…. i'm so glad

Ah, so that's how it works? I laugh.

He's so handsome, my eye retinas burned during that measly second when I dared to lift my eyelids to him - mine, it was a nervous laugh.

"And how would you prefer me to welcome you? In the traditional korean way? Or something more affectionate?" I drawl, dying inside, my eyes wandering lost across the floor.

"Why not both while wearing a maid's dress?"

"Is that a good idea, I order it?" Heeseung asks.

"Think for yourself about how you want to be greeted, that's my idea."

"What if I had exactly the same idea?"

"Simple, you would be the second."

Heeseung utters a dramatic verse, touching his heart and fingers tighten on his…chest…his chest wrapped in the white t-shirt he wears, which is not exactly loose.

I cough, I think they have forgotten my presence. "I'm not a cosplayer. Apply to the agency next time."

Then the ace of the band, so called not only by the fans, and not for trivial reasons but on the contrary for his undeserved enormous talent in practically anything he does, singing, dancing, being stupidly handsome, bursts out laughing.

He's… I just don't know how to describe it. If there's anything I really have a soft spot for it's his laughter, his smile, of any kind, and seeing him up close, taking advantage of the moments when I'm sure he's looking away to watch, offers me an indescribable feeling.

"Good thing she's nice." He says, turning to Jake.

He is confused, I can see it, sense it. He looks at us tenderly, I feel like biting his face off, I quickly look away terrified by my intrusive thoughts, if I look at him, I really want to.

Then he walks over, grabs my wrist and smiles. "Let's go now."

"Where are we going?"

"I have a lot of things to ask you." He explains, pulling me gently.

Him? He is the one who should ask me?

Forgive me Ester, you've always had excellent taste. I can't deny it.

I follow him, asking no questions. As I pass through the hallway I realize that everyone, or almost everyone, has returned, certainly Jay, Jungwon and Niki. The first looks at me, while Jake drags me by the wrist, says nothing, and I get a strange feeling.

It's strange, isn't it? He didn't even say hello to me.

No, maybe I should be the one to do that? And isn't it that I might annoy Jake? He referred to spending time together as something exclusive, so should I pretend that others don't exist? There is something paradoxical about this situation.

"Did you find disorder? I'm sorry." He says, looking around and turning his warm, sensual smile on me. I'm afraid he's playing it off with Heeseung at this point that I see him live.

He's not really embarrassed, but he wants to look embarrassed.

"No, your room is the best so far." I reply under my breath.

"Which ones have you done so far? There's one neater than mine."

"Ah, so I found it! Whose is it?"

"Sunghoon's."

Ah.

Jaeyun, his korean name, sits on the bed, looks at me and smiles like a fool. I don't know, does he want to do it right away? Is that what he wants to ask me? I am uncomfortable, but not with the assumption of such a proposal, so much as because I am not yet used to handling all these hormones.

Jake is wearing a sweater with a wide neckline, I can see his gorgeous collarbones, moreover, he has his tongue stuck between his lips as he watches me.

Come on, I'm not that beautiful, he's blatantly faking it, but I'm not, I'm devastated by this sight.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I don't like Sunghoon, I'm glad he's doing it alone for his room."

"Just as well, he's not a good person." She accentuates his beautiful smile for some reason, then lays down emitting a tired breath.

"I've noticed … but do we think so for the same reason?"

"Of course not." He answers quickly, getting back up.

How strange, he became energetic all of a sudden. I've already sensed strange vibes between Jake and Riki, now with Sunghoon too? Jay's argument is becoming more and more credible, but why is Jake always in the middle?

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"Would you tell me?"

He allows himself a sexy laugh, to say the least, because any other adjective would be unheard-of vulgarity. "You're also smart then."

"I try."

While Jake takes a moment to respond to messages, I start walking around looking at his legos again, honestly not sure what to do.

"What is it you want to ask me?"

"Who's your bias?"

What? Him too? Egocentric these Enhypen.

"I don't have it."

"Liar!" He playfully accuses me, pointing at me.

How can such a sweet guy also be so damn erotic? I can't even breathe properly in his presence.

"I really don't."

"So…who do you think is the most handsome?"

Damn! He's too cute! I cover my mouth to avoid showing him my perverted smirk, then cough. "You're all equally handsome."

"It's just not me, is it? That's why you don't tell me."

It's exactly the opposite thesis from Heeseung's, convinced that it's him. Does this tell me anything? Possibly, but I am too enamored with my interlocutor to reason.

"What do you need to know, then…" I giggle, softly, almost hoping he doesn't hear me.

"Has anyone else asked you?"

I laugh again, more nervously. "Never mind, is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"I like to have confirmation of things I'm curious about."

I think that's the basis, Jake, but I don't want to contradict you because you're too handsome, honestly.

"I'm the most handsome, aren't I?"

Aha, identified: narcissistic, maybe pathological?

"You have millions of fans who are crazy about you, what do you care if you are to me?"

"Then it's not really me!"

Was he testing me in his own way? I have no idea but it's cute. Even the pouty, offended expression he gives me now is to bite, tear up, devour.

Thoughts too intrusive, fantasies too lucid.

"Even if I thought that, I wouldn't tell you." I admit, covering my mouth again before laughing this time for real.

"What? - He asks, his vowels are open, his tone childlike but teasing. - And why?"

"It's…quite a sight, seeing you like this."

He smiles, his gaze thinned, and why? "Like what?"

What's wrong with me? I feel like… make him mine, in a way.

"So desperate."

"Me? - He asks theatrically outraged. - Me desperate?"

"Don't you desperately want to be the most beautiful, for me?"

What am I saying? And with what courage? Who is this person? I usually go unnoticed, and not because I'm unattractive so much as because I can't sell myself very well, which is why I'm surprised to see myself in this state.

It's called the Jake effect, I don't think there is a cure.

"Do you want to see me even more desperate?" His voice is no longer innocent, neither is his gaze. A shiver runs through every single inch of my body, so strong it leaves me shaken.

Suddently someone open the door, it seems a habit to appear in this house.

"What are you doing?"

Jake glares at him, I couldn't even think of doing that. "What?"

"Let's decide what to eat." Riki replies, annoyed by his sour tone.

"Have you eaten?" Jaeyun then asks, I think to me, no yes, of course to me!

I nod nervously. I don't even know if I'm breathing right now.

"What did you eat? Everything looks the same in the kitchen. Look you don't have to order-"

"You ordered?!" Jake takes it personally.

"I didn't actually eat, I don't know why I said yes." I explain, guessing that instead of my face they are seeing a big bell pepper.

"Why didn't you eat?"

"Is it because of what Heeseung said?" Niki asks, and I don't understand.

He has been quiet and reserved from the first moment, but he wants me to believe that he is worried about me? Come on, I'm a woman of a certain age compared to him, right? I'm not naive, I keep saying that, right?

"No, no." I belittle it with a ridiculous noise coming from my nose.

"Come on, you've been cleaning all day! I'm hungry too."

Jake can't talk anymore, what's wrong with him? Why does he keep staring at Niki? Am I like the third wheel or…?

I don't know how many seconds pass before, in the tomb-like silence that has set in, the major gets up, looks at Niki again, mumbles in an absolutely adorable way, then lightly and amicably nudges him so that he can get out of his room.

"Come on, get out, get out. Let's go eat." He tells me in a way that is much more serious than his expression.

Man, I'm curious now. Very curious indeed.

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GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution.

Your body in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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Heeseung didn't understand what I said to him, and I don't know if it's because my korean isn't that good, as much as because maybe I didn't know what I was saying either.

"Heeseung, what you want from me?" I sigh, tired not of him, but of this weight I feel on my heart.

"Tomorrow.. don't fuck Niki too." He says it directly, even a little too directly.

"Except that with Niki, I wouldn't do it regardless, since he is a kid, but... what do you care? If you don't want to fuck me because others use me you certainly would have behaved differently tonight."

Heeseung suddenly moves closer to me, my breath stops. "I told you I made a mistake. I made a mistake."

"Why are you wasting your time like this? - I ask him, incredulous. - Heeseung on my room was a giant poster of you because it's probably true that I'm in love with you, because I've been betrayed and I don't have anyone else, so yes I probably clung to you, to your idea, but I didn't think I would ever really know you.- I sigh, look into his eyes and see that he is really surprised, really confused. - What I mean to say is.... if you want to have fun, then let's do it, like tonight if you like, but please stop making me think you care about me."

Maybe it's because I need sleep, maybe it's because my mind is too foggy, but at this point I can only be blunt. How dare he say that he is wrong? That he regrets it? A mistake?

Heeseung does not answer the merits of the question, however, he lifts a hand to caress me. "Why were you crying before? - He asks me, and for a second I think I just imagined giving that speech, but then I look at him bitterly. - I can't think of anything else, sorry." He says it bluntly.

"To... To the fact that I was crying?"

The young singer nods. "He... hugged you. He said it was just to fuck but he was hugging you."

"Heeseung!" I call to him angrily, he needs to stop.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry... for every fucking thing. - He says, suddenly nervous, turning away from me and deglutinating. - It's true you could have refused but... why the fuck did I do that?"

"Heeseung, I don't understand you."

He looks at me confused, then seems to become lucid again. "I'm sorry you chose this path, Amanda."

Is he crazy?

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know... - He sighs, confused, nervously scratching the back of his head. - So you're not going to fuck Sunghoon, are you? And not Niki either? Jay is with your friend now, so..."

He's not wrong... but if I don't want to do it with Riki it's really because we're four years apart and I'd feel dirty.... Sunghoon let's not even talk about it, I can't tell if I'm angry or not about.... while Jay, it's true that he's off limits now...

"What if Sunghoon wants to fuck?" I ask him, annoyed. He's basically doing the opposite of what I asked him.

"You'll tell him no."

"I won't promise." I say, avoiding his gaze.

I'm actually serious, I don't know if I can promise it, but I do know that I want to see how far this shallow, scatterbrained guy in front of me will go.

"Are you kidding?"

"Only you can decide that he fucks me?"

"Amanda!"

"You pronounce it wrong."

"Don't change the subject."

"Heeseung can we get engaged?" I ask him point-blank, he looks at me shocked, seriously doesn't know what to say?

"Amanda..."

I smile, I smile because the way he says my name has an almost patronizing tone, I smile because I already know what he was going to say. "Exactly Heeseung, I don't promise. I can leave the apartment and find the money to pay but that will still never bring me to you. I can't risk leaving, I don't want to live for years just to repay that debt...and then.... We had a good time, didn't we?"

I no longer know what to do or say, I just want to sleep and forget every word exchanged with Heeseung, every kiss, every bite or caress...forget everything. I already feel heartbroken now, and the closer I am to him, the more it will hurt. The more I hear him say misunderstandable things, the more painful it will be.

Heeseung walks back to me, looks at me, then gives me a really sad look, and my heart trembles because of him.

"I want you to have fun only with me. No matter how much I think about it..."

I watch him in silence, not knowing what to say. I don't think he's lucid yet, he's talking a lot of nonsense and especially he hasn't listened to a word I've said. That's okay, maybe I should just think about protecting myself.... Heeseung, you, right now, seem much more dangerous than Sunghoon.

"It won't be like that, though." I answer, my voice trembling, but I manage to say it anyway.

Heeseung stares at me, surprised and annoyed. "Then it's not true that you are in love with me!"

"But do you always reason like this?"

Reasoning is perhaps not the right verb, since up to now he has acted as if he hasn't thought for a single second.

"Amanda..."

"Call me by my name when you can pronounce it."

"Teach me how to do that!"

"Lee Heeseung doesn't strike me as one to remember the names and pronunciations of his fans."

He looks at me again surprised, speechless this time. He doesn't respond, who knows what he's thinking...I lower my gaze first, turning away from him to leave and head for the bathroom.

"Amanda... even if I mispronounce it, I don't think I can forget your name." He says, with his back to me.

A shiver runs through my whole body, but when I turn to him I see him motionless as he continues to have his back to me. What should I say? What should I do? I feel like crying, I want to hug him and kiss him but.... Heeseung is simply not thinking tonight.

After all, he too is just a young kid, after all, he too will be shaken by the way things went tonight.

"I'm going to wash up." I just say.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

I pause briefly, biting my lip. "No."

I leave the room and close the door behind me, at which point I seem to be able to get air again, now that I am away from him. I collapse on my knees, sitting on the floor in the dark hallway, alone.

What if Heeseung is really naive enough to fall for a girl like me? Then I really have done everything wrong since I came here.

What are these tears? Sadness, disappointment? Or anger? What if they are all these things together?

After a very long shower, though tentative I return to Heeseung's room. He is still not sleeping, he is in the bathroom of his room - only he and Jungwon have one. I didn't want to go to Jay's room because that would be weird, so I'm still wearing Heeseung's sweatshirt.

I don't know which side I should sleep on, so I simply sit on the bed. The minutes go by and the fatigue becomes more and more unbearable, it was definitely a tiring day from the beginning.

Eventually I end up falling asleep, I don't even realize it because I lay all over the bed and who knows how long I continue sleeping. When I open my eyes again it is morning, although the light seems very dim behind the almost completely closed shutters of Heeseung's room.

He sleeps beside me, almost completely naked. When I notice this I jerk on the bed, but he does not notice and continues to sleep. As I suspected, I find myself practically in the middle of the bed, Heeseung seems to have fallen asleep on the edges so as not to wake me up.... but what.... does that mean?

Why does he pretend to be so sweet?

It's cold in the room, the air conditioner is on and it's very strong, if I feel cold then... he wearing only boxers, letting me see his magnificent, massive, slender body, will die of cold.

I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway seeing him -- like that. I get up being careful not to move the bed too much, get a blanket from the closet and put it on him, as I do so I can't help but stare at his beautiful face as he sleeps. He is so beautiful.

As I leave the room I look at Jay's bedroom door and sigh, I need to get some things... but should I do? I know it's not a problem for Ester, but should I?

I go to the kitchen, I need a water first. I have a headache and my mouth is dry, it tastes like alcohol and sex. I hear the sound of pans, I hear the sound of burning stoves - there is someone.... and why Jay?

He looks at me expressionless as he adds spices, then back to his stove. "Early bird."

I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. "Good morning."

"Morning." He answers coldly, I shiver.

"Ester... did everything go well?"

But why was that the first thing I asked? Because I'm a good friend, right? He looks at me almost tenderly, as if he almost feels pity, then smiles.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

I look away before drinking from the small bottle.

Jay chuckles again. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

Should I tell Jay what happened tonight? No... what good would that do? He seems like a completely different person with me by now, and maybe I should have expected that....

"You're not one to take advice, are you?"

I swallow, lowering my face. "You're so different..."

"And that surprises you?" He asks in an incredulous tone.

"I'm sorry."

But why am I apologizing? And for what?

"You said I looked different to you - he smiles, I can see that - but maybe you just thought I was an idiot."

I look at him surprised, not expecting that. No, it's all wrong. I've always-... always held him in high esteem, I've always thought he was really a genius, one of those who doesn't even need to put in the effort to do it, though, because his minimum is still the maximum compared to many others.

Why does he say things like that?

"It's not like that, Jay!" I say, but my voice is shaking.

"Ah no?"

"W-What was I supposed to do? Why are you all o-obsessed with screwing other people? That's why I'm here!"

What am I saying? Am I throwing myself down even more?

"Is that why you're here? - I see him smiling again, but he doesn't really seem amused. - Then I should use you too."

How can he say such things while simply cooking breakfast? I... I am so surprised that I don't even know how to react to his statement.

"Did you... Did you do that, with Ester?" I ask, again.

WHY do the words come out of my mouth on their own? Damn it Amanda, does this really seem like the time to do this?

"Yes, it was great. - He replies, sighing in amusement as he removes some pots and pans from the stove. - Wow, she's really, really bendy for such a little one."

I swallow nervously, why is he telling me these things? If what he says is true, then the idea of using me shouldn't even touch him--not Jay--not him, I don't allow him to be an asshole.

"G-Good for you." I say, taking a very long sip of water.

"She told me you're very chill with each other and it's not a problem if you fuck the same guys." He says nonchalantly.

I look at him even more surprised. "Not... not at the same time."

"She didn't say that. - Sighs Jongseong, after washing his hands, looking at me serious. - So let's not worry about it."

strike!

No, he needs to explain what he means! His idea sounds really perverse, I'm not going to participate against such a close good friend like her - but I don't have time to ask him that Sunghoon enters the kitchen and I stiffen.

Even he is surprised to see me, given the way he looks at me. I look away and so does he, saying nothing for the moment. He makes himself some coffee, doesn't even say good morning, the rude man.

Jay comes up to me, pushes me toward the chair. "Come on, eat."

Sunghoon glances sidelong at us, then sips his coffee in silence while looking at his cell phone.

"I'm not hungry..." I admit, under my breath, though I sit down anyway.

Jonseong glares at me. "No, you have to eat now. You drank a lot yesterday."

I lower my gaze, my stomach really clenched -- how could I eat after all that has happened? "I...okay..."

Sunghoon takes his of plate and sits in front of me, not saying anything, just starting to eat.

Jay doesn't sit with us, he eats from the stove, quickly. "I'm going to go now. - He explains, as he sets up the stove. He looks at me seriously. - Be careful today."

I have the chills, again. Today is the fourth shift, Niki's. Jay leaves, only Sunghoon and I remain, as soon as I hear the front door close I get up and leave.

"Eat." He says to me, after a while.

I don't even look at him. "Don't worry about me."

"Instead I do, do you want to stop me? Can you do that?" He is aggressive from the early hours of the morning.

"Did you sleep well?" I smile nervously.

Sunghoon laughs. "Actually no...my sleep was disturbed."

"Really? - I ask, my voice still shaking, but I'm also annoyed. I take some rice, bring it to my lips but don't eat it. - How come?"

He watches as I eat my bite, then sighs. "It was so hard that I couldn't sleep."

What. WHAT.

Sunghoon? What are you saying? Have you gone crazy too?

I look at him stiffly, surprised, confused, damn, even horny.

Entering the kitchen Jaeyun, already ready to leave, looks at me and literally my stomach clenches. I lay down my chopsticks and look down, Sunghoon witnesses the scene and snorts, again.

"So much noise tonight." He exclaims, sweeping me away.

Sunghoon laughs. "I didn't hear anything."

In fact, Jake's room is the closest to Heeseung's.

"Good morning." I say embarrassed.

Sunghoon seems to get impatient. "Yah, do you want to eat?"

"Stop saying that, it's not like I'm a child. If I'm hungry, I'll eat."

"How can a person not be hungry after... - He stops, laughs, laughs really amused, then quickly recomposes himself. - After four days, come on don't be a fucking kid."

Jake sits next to me, after getting his breakfast, his dishes are different from ours, maybe he doesn't eat normal things? Is Jay in charge of all this? Wow...he is so thoughtful....

No bad person would do things like that. But then what happened just now? Was he serious?

"The important thing is that you're okay." Jaeyun says relaxedly.

Sunghoon looks at him with disgust. "What?"

"Keep eating, come on." The boy tells him.

Not understanding what's going on, I sigh and grab more rice.

"Eat the meat, too." Sunghoon complains.

"Do you want to try this? - Jake asks me handing me a bite of his browned vegetables maybe, he brings it close to my mouth and I spontaneously open my mouth. - It's good." He says, as he watches me chew, after narrowing his gaze curiously.

"It is." I comment, surprised.

Sunghoon sneers annoyed, I savor the taste of Jay's cooking. Of course he's really good at cooking... his wife will be lucky.

"You look a little pale - Jake sighs as he looks at his plate - did Heeseung do something to you that you didn't want?"

"N-N...No..."

"You wanted it, didn't you?" Sunghoon asks amused.

I snort in annoyance. "Why do you have a different breakfast?" I ask, changing the subject.

"I asked Jay to make something light, I didn't feel like meat." He explains quietly.

"Jay takes care of you, doesn't he?" I ask, looking at the dish - even the plating is pretty.

Jungwon also enters the kitchen, is sleepy, rubs his eyes, and then gives me a cool smile. It's refreshing, it makes me feel better so I involuntarily reciprocate.

"Good morning." Says the leader.

"Good morning..." I smile briefly, going back to eating.

Jungwon approaches the kitchen and looks at the dishes in wonder. "Woah, today looks better than usual."

"It must be that he was in a good mood since he screwed Amanda's friend last night." Says Sunghoon, who eats slowly, as if he is not hungry.

I don't respond, I know he's provoking me. Wait... but how does he know they slept together? Was he listening to us or did Jay tell him? Or did he simply suspect it, knowing Jay much better than I do?

"Eat this too." Jake says, putting some condiments in my bowl.

I look at him, sighing. "Thank you Jaeyun..." My voice comes out thin, broken.

I feel guilty, but he doesn't seem angry. The guilt I guess is toward myself.

"How kind." Sunghoon clicks his tongue, observing us.

I take some of the seasonings he gave me and take a big bite. "Wah.. Jay is great."

Jungwon sits next to me, looks at my plate then smiles and starts eating. "Had a good night?" He asks me.

I can't tell if he's teasing me or if he's really naive, but if I'm wondering... it's probably the first.

"Yes, thank you..."

"Has Heeseung been harassed? He usually sleeps naked. - As I was swallowing the mouthful, choking, Jungwon amusedly hands me the water bottle opened by him. - Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He says this, and I notice that he has different eyes, very different from how I've always seen them from photos, from the Weverse live he does. Jungwon... he doesn't look as innocent as I thought, and the way he looks at me proves it. I'm... honored? embarrassed? I don't know, but he is really very handsome and has a really elegant face.

"I told you to eat." He reminds me of Sunghoon as I continue to stare at Jungwon's profile.

"Are you worrying now? Are you being thoughtful?" Sighs Jake, annoyed.

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

Before the situation worsens, Niki also arrives in the kitchen, who - unlike Heeseung - not only sleeps almost naked but also walks around in it. He is undoubtedly quite a sight....

He makes himself some coffee without bothering to say good morning to anyone, to tell the truth I don't feel particularly agitated, perhaps because I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a damn about spending time with me.

Fortunately, I dare say.

"Did you wake up early? - Niki asks me, not actually looking at me as he speaks but I'm sure he's addressing me. - You should have rested well, considering the day ahead."

His deep, warm voice, completely discordant with the fact that he is only a kid, truth be told, makes me agitated. He will turn 19 in december but he remains a child, however ethereal, enchanting, simply breathtakingly beautiful.

"What?" Jake asks instead of me, taking the words out of my mouth.

"What?" Niki asks, his expression serious but his tone almost ironic.

"You... what are you planning to do today?"

"I have to go sign some releases, then I have to stop by Hybe to meet a lawyer. - He explains quietly, eating breakfast standing behind the counter. - Then I have a lunch and a few other commitments in the afternoon. I need a secretary..."

Jungwon looks at him surprised. "A lawyer?"

"A lunch with whom?" Sunghoon asks.

"My lawyer is no good anymore, he's been creating a lot of damage for me lately."

"Aren't you going to answer me?" The ice prince asks again.

I can't believe it. Has everyone gone crazy? I don't know what to think, unless it's all a dream, I just don't understand.

"Isn't enough for you to know that they are my friends?" The japanese boy asks.

"Just because of that."

"Ah, hyung - sighs the maknae, amused. - You make me really want to hang out with my shady friends."

Sunghoon gets up from the table, glaring at him. "What friends? And why does she have to come?"

"What? You guys can carry her around like a puppy but I can't? At least with me she will really fulfill her duties...you are just annoying her."

Jake pulls his plate away from the front, smiling nervously. "Are you finished? With your skit I mean."

"What duties are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks again, completely ignoring the rest of the speech.

I look at him dumbly... why is he doing this? Couldn't this reaction of his perhaps give me some clues? Niki's friends, actually are the TXTs, but he probably has lots of other friends so it seems unlikely to me that it's lunch with them.

But Sunghoon?

"You know which ones I'm talking about." Niki laughs.

I paralyze myself. He's joking, it's obvious but why am I uncomfortable anyway?

"You can't carry her around." Jaeyun says.

"I'll say she's one of the staff."

"Isn't she a little too pretty to be one of the staff?" Questions Jungwon, who just said I'm cute! Oh he is so sweet... or not?

"Just cover her face, but as for clothes - says Riki, addressing me in that sensual warm voice - wear whatever you want."

"No, she can't wear what she wants." Sunghoon replies, annoyed.

"Yes, we will be careful."

I made a mistake once by dressing provocatively while "dating" Heeseung but now that I know Riki's plans, and the fact that he wants to go to the agency, I will have to dress very anonymously...so the discussion is pointless.

"Don't worry about my outfit." I sigh, eating the side dishes... I no longer crave rice...I prefer to enjoy the cooking, the preparations of the side dishes prepared by Jay's hands.

Now that I know him permanently away from me, now that I know that an irreparable chasm has formed between us, I feel very lonely. No matter what Heeseung says or how much Jake or Sunghoon pretend to care about me, I feel lonely without Jay.

Perhaps because he seemed to be the only one who could be trusted.

I guess he just wanted to scare me a little because I let him down....

"Go get ready noona - Riki tells me, biting into a slice of toast - let's go soon."

"She's still eating breakfast." Jungwon says.

I stand up, actually, maybe it's better to stop eating the stuff Jay prepared, every bite seems to break my heart. "No, it's okay.. I'm done. Thanks for breakfast." I say, taking my plate.

"Are you hurry to go have fun with your customer today?" Sunghoon asks me, obviously making me uncomfortable.

The leader glares at him. "Come on, don't be an asshole."

Jake sighs annoyed. "You always have something to say, don't you?"

"What, are you her knights that you have to defend her?" The ice bastard laughingly asks.

"How childish you are." Sighs Jungwon, though he is amused, I can tell.

Why do I get these strange vibes from him? Yet until today I thought he was a naive, sweet boy.... But now he doesn't seem so innocent.

"I feel like you haven't understood that you don't have to talk when I'm around." Sighs Niki, setting down his slice of bread.

Sunghoon walks around the table, going next to the younger man. "What the fuck did you say?" He has a serious, full voice.

"Hey hey!" Jungwon calls them back, placing a hand on Sunghoon's chest.

I stand in front of the japanese man who looks like he's about to go at him, looking at him sternly. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you telling him anything?" He asks me, confidentially.

I am surprised but also... happy? "Forget it... he's just a hypocrite." I say, pretending to be calm.

Sunghoon sneers in disbelief. "Sorry, what?"

"Do you really have the nerve to ask that?" I ask him.

Sunghoon seems to calm down physically but continues to give me a nervous expression; he is not uncomfortable he is simply pissed off at me. He is just mad but why?

"I'll go get ready." I say, tired.

I've had little sleep, I'm pissed off as well, plus I don't know what to expect from Niki. Still, though, he strikes me as someone you can talk to... maybe he's just playing up to his hyungs.

Riki comes with me, leaving the kitchen, however instead of returning directly to his room he follows me. I only notice when I get to Jay's room, he is smiling strangely.

"Noona, wear a short skirt today." He whispers to me, amused.

I pale, surprised, backing away. "What?"

"It's hot outside."

I remain silent, not quite sure what to think. "Why?"

"I like skirts. I also liked the dress you had on last night--wear something like that."

"Niki so I'll catch your attention right away!"

"I'll give you one of my coats, it's so big to covers you all over. - He says, running his tongue across his perfect, white teeth. - You won't even get out of the car most of the time anyway."

"But...then why should I dress like this?"

He looks at me seriously for a second, as if he doesn't understand what I just said, then smiles again. "We have to go to lunch later, shall we?"

Um, I'm scared. I don't feel like dressing skimpily while I'm in a restaurant with him... isn't that simply and obviously too dangerous?

I swallow, backing away a few more steps. "You're not going to.. do strange things, are you?" I ask him, alarmed.

Niki thins his already very sharp gaze, seeming to be annoyed by the question. "They don't seem so strange to me."

I...don't know what to say. How am I supposed to argue if he keeps giving me half-answers?

"I'm... serious."

Niki comes up to my ear and touches it. "Just go get ready, noona. Put on something nice, don't make me bad impression." Niki's voice is warm, but when he whispers... he seems to touch all the way to the fucking soul.

Make a bad impression on whom? Ah, maybe his friends. Of course, someone like Nishimura Riki must have friends of TXT's caliber, surely many others of his own idol generation... I should make myself look good no matter what.

"O....Ok..." I say, feeling...small, but I'm older than him.

Riki goes back to his room, I.... I have to maximize my time, I can't take two hours like yesterday. I get underwear from Jay's room, take an outfit from Heeseung's room (who is still asleep), and then get ready in the bathroom outside.

I am quite satisfied with my outfit:

guys sorry for the bad quality with shein logo but it's just an experiment

It's sexy, but it's also cute, plus I don't have any fancier stuff with me so this is the best I can do. I wonder for several minutes whether I should wear a bra or not, the shirt being very tight and with a somewhat transparent fabric, but the truth is that I don't want.... maybe also because it was Heeseung who told me not to wear it, so as not to ruin my breasts.

I would rather not wear it, so I don't. It certainly won't be a bra that will instigate Niki, I'm not going to do anything with him, that's my position and I'm not going to change my mind.

When I come out of the bathroom, prepared and perfumed, I look at myself in the mirror and don't know how to get into Heeseung's room, since I left my cell phone charging. I pull myself together and go in, he is no longer in bed and the door to his bathroom is closed...should I leave without even saying goodbye? That seems a bit excessive to me....

But isn't calling him just to say hello just as inappropriate? What should I do?

Meanwhile, I go to get my cell phone, which should be on the bedside table but isn't there. I am...surprised? In fact I might as well have imagined putting it on charge, however my charger is actually attached.

"Looking for this?" Heeseung asks me, seeing me crawling to check under the bed and between the bed frame and the mattress.

Holding my cell phone, I glare at him. "How did you unlock it?"

"I saw when you were entering the code. Whose date of birth is it?" He admits bluntly as he approaches me.

I rise, sighing. "You shouldn't take someone's phone without their permission."

"But how did you get dressed? Where are you going? - He asks me, noticing my attire; he is still in his pajamas. - Are you going with Niki?"

"Yes but look we're not going to do anything." I sigh - but what do I do? Do I justify myself to him? Why do I feel so in awe?

"You tell me dressed like that? And then the bra-"

"Didn't you say not to use it? - I smile. - And I don't owe you any explanation anyway. I've told you too much too."

Heeseung looks at me stunned for several seconds, wow.... it's so beautiful already from the morning, it really leaves me at a loss for words. Stop staring at me like that... you're simply irresistible.

"Really?" He asks me, serious.

I swallow confused. "What?"

"You're not going to do anything with him?" He asks again, moving closer to me as his eyes narrow sensually on me.

"Riki is just a k-kid, I d-did tell you." I stammer, unable to ignore the fact that I want him so badly, even at this moment, and he is so close....

He caresses me, the tips of our noses touching. "Wouldn't you like to do that with everyone? - He asks me in a whisper. - Wouldn't you like to be used only by me, all the time?"

Oh fuck. My knees almost give out and how hot all of a sudden.. He notices that I am flustered, but instead of pulling away and letting me catch my breath, he kisses me. He kisses me as usual, using his tongue in such a...dirty...way.

"He...Hees..." He doesn't leave me time to speak.

He squeezes my breasts as he begins greedily licking my neck too, kissing me, biting me. "You can also just be my...little slut."

Damn this little kid! But how can he be horny 9after all the times he... came... last night? And why does he have to be so good, too? Why do I want to sink into him the more I'm in his arms?

"Hees..seung...st...stop..." I moan, he will end up smearing my makeup, and now because of him my nipples are so hard, besides being completely wet.

"You said you won't do it with Niki, right?" He asks again, biting my nipple and making me wince in pain.

"No...I don't."

He knows full well that sucking on my shirt will leave a halo of saliva, but he starts to do it anyway, I plug my mouth as I moan softly. I don't want them to hear us, again.

"I like when you're obedient." He says, amused, as he slips a hand between my legs and begins to masturbate me.

I gasp, embarrassed. "Stop it."

They knock, rather impetuously, too.

Heeseung does not move his hand, in fact, he moves it faster, I cover my mouth with both hands.

"Amanda, come out. We have to go."

"She's coming." Heeseung answers for me, continuing to masturbate shamelessly, while outside poor unsuspecting Riki waits. The door is not closed, but the young man has not opened it.

"S-Sto..." I whisper but eventually only moans come out.

"Look I'm going in in two seconds."

Heeseung sucks on my skin at the level of my collarbone, leaving yet another mark, the deranged man is seriously branding me but I'm letting him, as I enjoy his fingers.

"Where will you go?" Heeseung ask.

"To have fun." He only answers, Niki, and the ace seems to mind his mysteriousness, he's just going faster and faster and deeper with his fingers inside my pussy, as my pleasure wets both my panties and my shorts under my skirt, I'm about to have a clitoral orgasm

What is it that you can't do, Lee Heeseung?

"When are you coming back?" He asks again.

"Who knows."

Heeseung bites my nipple again, hard, it really hurts but then.. he starts sucking on it, continuing to make me enjoy myself, I am upset again because of him. I cling to his shoulders as I come, red in the face and my eyes out of their sockets.

My God.

"All right, I'm coming in, then." He says.

I, startled, push Heeseung away, turning my back and falling to the floor like a damned idiot. "Fuck!" I exclaim.

Niki enters the room, seeing me on the floor, reaches for me and so does Heeseung, both of them suddenly holding out their hands to me. I stand staring at their hands shocked...what the... hell?

"Noona, did he hit you?" Riki spontaneously asks me, as if it were a perfectly probable thing.

The older man looks at him offended and indignant. "Do you want to die?"

"No...I fell, sorry." I say, using my hair to hide my nipples and the damn hickey.

Since I don't take either of their hands, Niki grabs me by the wrists and lifts me up as if I weighed nothing -- lifting me up, however, my chest is totally under his gaze, as are the patches of saliva around my stiff nipples. He looks me in the face and then shakes his head contritely.

"Aish, noona...can't you just be good?"

Would that be my fault? Well, maybe...a little bit.... No! What am I saying!

"Yah, I asked what time are you coming back?"

"I said I don't know." Sighs Riki, placing a hand on my hip, very close to my, uh, ass.

Heeseung, visibly irritated, grabs me by the arm and pulls me away from him. "I saved my number on your phone - he says, moving closer to my ear - I also took some pictures. Don't think strange things and be careful, no one has my number."

Riki doesn't like that we keep talking because he grabs me by the wrist and drags me away, I can only stay staring at Heeseung as long as I'm allowed. Really? Do I have his number now? Lee Heeseung's number?

All while Nishimura Riki drags me along?

Never mind, I'm really starting to believe I'm dreaming.

"So... - I ask, after he gives me his coat, even though it's way too hot to wear it, and after we get into the elevator, we go straight to the parking lot. - What's up?"

He looks at me surprised, then turns around offended. "Don't talk to me, noona."

"W-Why?"

"You were letting Heeseung touch you during my shift."

"This is grown-up stuff, Riki..." I sigh, tired.

"Don't treat me like a child just because you're a few years older."

"Did you want a serious answer?"

He doesn't answer me, he proceeds first and I follow in silence, I think I've annoyed him. I thought Niki was a little less crazy than the others.

Instead I end up being shocked when I see his incredibly attractive driver. He's a really good-looking middle-aged man, I can't stop looking at him... he looks like an actor but he's just Niki's driver.... This is unbelievable.

The man looks at me and I swallow, Niki opens the door behind me and waves me in, I comply.

"Do you really let Heeseung treat you like that? What about Sunghoon? - He asks me, after he too has taken a seat and waved the driver to leave. - Just because you want to fuck them? Or do you just like it because they use you and then insult you?"

I blush at his language, perhaps because I really see him as little more than a teenager. I... I can't honestly deny it, but I refrain. "Niki, I honestly don't get it."

He huffs, is offended but strangely says nothing more and gets on his cell phone. I look at mine and still can't believe I have that fool's number! Does he really? Why does he keep raising the bar?

It will get more and more painful, but for the moment, I am so infatuated with this whole situation that I cannot lucidly draw the obvious conclusions.

During the morning, we stop at two different places, but I practically stay in the car the whole time, alone with the driver...it's very awkward but he remains professional and never turns toward me, so I can observe him the whole time quietly.

By mid-morning I feel deeply bored, moreover, I thought I would enter Hybe but he left me in the car again.

I suddenly remember that Heeseung said he had taken pictures! I run to open the gallery and....

Ah.

Heeseung you are a pig.

Oh my... but this is the first time I've seen him so well, and he's just magnificent. He's got the color of his skin, he's thick and homogeneous, he looks like... sort of like a.. baguette?

Even the fact that he's holding it with that beautiful hand of his, with his thick fingers, while you can see veins on his wrist. Oh my... ok...I'm really turned on.

I close the phone, I just turn it off. Oh my god.

Damn it Lee Heeseung, is that really all you think about? And why the hell do I like it?

I turn it back on shortly after because while waiting I don't know what to do.

When Niki gets back to the car he has two glass, they look like bubble tea - it's actually a japanese drink, so I smile thinking that still he remains a kid from Okayama who likes snacks from his area.

"Here, I didn't know what flavor you preferred so I got a fruit one and a classic - he says, making himself comfortable next to me. - Pick the one you want, I like both."

I love this drink, I like it all ways, however I would actually prefer fruity flavors, I love green tea, in short... I think I have already chosen.

"Can I really?" I ask him, visibly excited.

Riki doesn't answer me right away, just stares at me and then coughs. "Yes."

I take the more colorful glass, then Riki waves the driver to start up again. Wow, this bubble tea is really outstanding, I love the gelatinous texture of these bubbme, I'm really enjoying it. Even Niki notices, as he looks at me amused.

"Do you like it?"

I compose myself, sitting up nicely. "Yes, quite."

"You make a very cute face when you drink it. I'll buy it for you more often."

I smile spontaneously, not only because I like bubble tea but also because it would be nice if Niki and I could be friends, right? Maybe this is the one thing that could maybe actually happen.

"Ah...thank you."

"I'll pick up something from a friend now and then we'll go to lunch." He tells me, looking back at his phone.

I get a message, a shudder thinking it might be Hees.... No, it's Heeseung! He saved himself in the phonebook as "Star boy".

Star boy: What are you doing for lunch, where are you going?

I don't know what to answer - I don't know how I could answer him. Am I still in awe of him despite the fact that he has literally fucked me in every way? What kind of strange chemical reaction is this?

Niki takes the phone out of my hand, looking me annoyed. "I'm talking to you."

"Excuse me! - I answer quickly, surprised by my own reaction. - I don't..."

"Do you want it? - He asks, bringing my cell phone closer to me with one hand. - Why don't you take it?"

It seems playful, joking, I see no harm in it. Although he says it in a terribly sensual way, it's not her fault, it's her silly, deep, sexy voice.

"Come on... - I laugh naively, approaching him and trying to take it but without too much agonism, I know he'll give it back to me in a little while. - Don't be like that, I swear I won't use it-" I paralyze myself seeing him shove it inside his jeans.

"Come on, noona, take it."

Out of the corner of my eye I look at the driver, this time, from the mirror I see he's looking at me too. Oh no, what! What is Niki doing in front of this man? In fact, what is Niki just doing!

"Riki but what are you... are you doing?" I laugh, nervous, uncomfortable.

"Do you want a hand? - He asks me, then unbuttons his own flap. - Here, you do the rest."

"L-Look, I'm much older than you! And then - I whisper - in front of this man?"

Niki grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him, then starts squeezing my nipples, and I like an idiot do nothing to stop him, while the driver, keeps looking at us.

"Stop it Niki!"

"Just call me Riki, noona." Says the kid, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his cock, I feel the phone.

"Look.. I.. - I try to talk but he kisses my neck and he's really good for just a little kid. - Ri..Riki..."

"You like it, don't you? - He asks, amused by my humiliation, here's yet another sadist. He pulls away my phone and insert my hand in its place, forcing me to move it along his erection to give him pleasure. - You really like it."

"No... Riki I don't want to." I try to force myself, pulling away but he prevents me and I realize he is laughing, laughing heartily.

"Noona... why are you resisting? You know too that the only thing you want is to be fucked all the time...do you want to refuse today? That's fine with me, but next week I'll fuck you twice as hard, to the point where you won't even be able to stay up."

E-Eh?

Did I really hear... did I really hear right? Is this guy with the expression of a mad kid in front of me really serious? Judging by how hard he is, I think so.

"Noona... you're here to let me use you too, and I'm looking forward to it. If you fight it, it's just more fun for me.. in fact, maybe you should do it."

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 13

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr