September 22, 2025

The first thing Hyoyeon notices is the headache. It’s not a pounding one, but a soft, dull weight behind her eyes. The kind that only comes from one too many cocktails, or one too many shots.

The second thing she notices is the ceiling. It’s definitely not hers.

She blinks slowly, groaning under her breath.

“Shit.”

She’s done this before. A month ago, to be exact. She woke up in an unfamiliar bed, her mind racing, her throat dry and her head throbbing. And a man next to her. A much younger man.

Her head turns. There you are.

You’re asleep, your face buried in the pillow, breathing slow and deep. The sheets are barely covering your lower half and one arm is draped lazily over your chest. Your body’s relaxed and completely at ease. The exact opposite of hers right now.

“God, not again.”

Hyoyeon whispers in disbelief, pressing her fingers to her temples.

“I really did it again?”

You shift a little, but don’t wake up.

She leans over the side of the bed, reaching for her purse. Her phone’s still there. She unlocks it and immediately regrets it.

“Tell me she didn’t go home with him AGAIN.”

Hyoeyeon can basically hear Sooyoung laughing. Why didn’t she stop her?

“Oh, she definitely did. She kept talking to him at the bar.”

Yuri’s remark makes her roll her eyes.

“She disappeared right after midnight. Classic Noona move.”

She can see Yoona’s grin in that message. Why does everyone have to gang up on her like this every time?

“ Unnie… at least ask for his name this time 😭“

Seohyun’s comment makes Hyoyeon blush with shame. She slept twice with you already, but she has no clue who you are.

“Goddammit…”

She should feel embarrassed. Mortified, even. But after scrolling a little more and seeing the gifs, the emojis and the jokes all the members are sending, she starts to laugh. Quietly at first. Then a little more freely.

Whatever. It’s her birthday. And even though this probably looks bad on paper - 37, hungover, in bed with a 26-year-old she barely knows - she feels good. At least physically.

And when she glances down at you again… she notices something else.

A not-so-little tent forming under the covers.

She tilts her head.

“Well…”

She murmurs to herself, brushing her hair back and sitting up straighter.

“Would be rude not to say good morning.”

She shifts, moving slowly and carefully, crawling down between your legs like a woman who’s made up her mind. The sheets rustle under her as she settles between your thighs, lifting the blanket just enough to confirm what she already saw.

You’re still sleeping. And you’re hard.

“Poor thing.”

Her fingers lightly graze your skin.

“What kind of Noona would I be if I let you suffer like this?”

You barely stir, but your breath hitches.

Her lips hover over your length. She smiles.

“Happy birthday to me.”

And then she takes you into her mouth.

Your eyes blink open the moment you feel heat wrap around you.

Warm. Wet. Soft.

It takes a second for your sleep fogged brain to catch up, but when it does, your breath catches in your throat.

Hyoyeon.

Her hair is falling around her face as she bobs her head slowly between your thighs. Her lips are sealed around your cock, eyes open and watching you like she knew you’d wake up right then. She doesn’t stop. If anything, she sinks lower and deeper, humming softly around your length as your hips twitch in surprise.

“Good morning.”

She finally says, pulling off with a slick pop and a wicked smirk. Her hand strokes you slowly as she continues.

“And happy birthday to me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but she just shushes you gently, placing one hand on your chest to keep you still.

“Don’t even think about saying anything, kid. You’ve already made your gift pretty obvious.”

She dips her head again, this time taking you deeper. Her tongue swirls around your tip, while her lips tighten around you. Her pace is steady and controlled, but teasing. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pulling soft moans from your lips as her hand strokes the base and her mouth works the rest.

Every time you try to move, her fingers press a little firmer into your chest.