Wonyoung and Yuna know who your office crush is. Unfortunately, they both are.
“I know you have a crush on Yuna.”
You looked up at Wonyoung, still intently clacking at her computer on the other side of the table.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you dared
“Sure,” she retorted. “Keep denying it.”
“Wonyoung,” you scoffed, at a loss for words. Because damn, she was correct, and you were terrified that she was.
“What?” Wonyoung cut in, now looking at you intently with a smirk. “Think I wouldn’t notice when I’m three feet away from you at most for 9 hours a day?”
“Okay,” you reply slowly, treading into the conversation carefully. “What exactly is your proof?”
She cleared her throat. “YUNA!”
“ Whatthefuckareyoudoing?!,” you mumbled, as Yuna’s chair rolled up right beside you.
“What’s up, Wony?,” she said, headphones dangling on her neck.
“Oh… nothing. I forgot,” Wonyoung replied with a falsely innocent smile.
Yuna gave her a puzzled look. “O–kay? Nice talking then,” she responded, before rolling away in her chair and putting her pair of headphones back on. When she appeared more fully engrossed in her work, you shot a dirty glare at Wonyoung.
“What the fuck was that for?!,” you exclaimed.
“You are so obvious!,” Wonyoung replied with a slap on your hand. “You physically recoiled and froze. You didn’t even try to look busy. I saw your ears flush! I bet they’re still hot right now, aren’t they?”
“That’s…,” you trailed off, rubbing your apparently cold fingers on your evidently warm ears. “Ugh. Fine. Yes, I am crushing on Yuna. So what?”
“Then you should ask her out,” she said, the jest in her voice dissipating into encouragement. “Take her on a date with you.”
“A coworker? That’s just weird,” you shot back. “We just met her.”
“So?,” Wonyoung tilted her head. “Also, ‘just’?!’ Six months is not
‘just met’ territory. I hang out with her all the time.”
You sighed, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve never done this before, y’know.”
“Then now’s as good a chance as any,” she replied, before her phone started buzzing. “I gotta go. I have to sit in another department’s meeting.”
“Good luck!,” you greeted her, even as she was in a rush.
Before you got back to work, Yuna rolled up back to your side, with a big grin on her face.
“What’s with the grin?,” you asked, puzzled.
“You like Wonyoung, don’t you?,” Yuna teased.
“What?!,” you exclaimed. “Where’d you get that idea?”
“Answer me first,” Yuna retorted, pointing a playful hand-gun to your temple. “Or.. I’ll tell her, because it’s true.”
“Yuna…,” you hesitated. Because damn, she was correct too, and you were terrified. Again.
“A-ha! Knew it,” she exclaimed.
You scratched your head. That’s two for two today. “Okay, and how exactly did you ‘know’ it?”
“Hmm,” Yuna gave it some thought. “Well first, the way you two exchange banter. It’s like you’re best friends.”
“I mean, duh, we’re workmates,” you replied. “But that’s not proof I like her.”
“On the contrary,” she added, “the way you smile at her, and stare at her, and get locked in your conversations with her – that’s second, third, and fourth. You can’t just stay best friends.”
“W– Maybe I’m just a good listener!,” you defended. “Why think right away that we should date?”
“Because,” she continued, leaning her elbow on your armrest, “I’d like to think I know the face of a boy who loves someone’s company. And you love her company. And her attention. Bet you didn’t even see me staring at you guys earlier, did you?”
You gulped. “Wait… did you listen to our conversation?”
“Of course not,” she reassured, pointing to her headphones. “But the fact you didn’t notice means you were stuck in your own little world. You should ask her out!”
“I can’t,” you groaned. “I’ve never done this before.” Déjà vu.
“Figure it out then!,” she said encouragingly. “Maybe think about it for a bit first. But you better ask her!” She put her headphones back on and rolled back to her spot, same as before.
You buried your face in your hands. It’s one thing to have a workplace crush; it’s another thing to have two of them with you in your three-person team. Hiding it all was definitely not an easy task.
It all started with Wonyoung, actually. You both entered the company and your current assignment at the same time. Working around Wonyoung the first few times was difficult solely due to your nerves – she was no-nonsense, wanting to have an answer to every request in as little time as possible. And she kept that composure with a twinkle in her eye and the cutest smirk of accomplishment when you did. But that also meant pressure on you to keep up with her – which you didn’t hate, actually.
You were still in your downward spiral of infatuation when weeks later Yuna was added in. She was no polar opposite to Wonyoung, but she was definitely a much warmer presence than her; she would fondly hold your hand when asking you for guidance, or “swing by” to catch a quick break from work on her side of the room. But what really caught you was when she was most relaxed in her own world, a very candid, renaissance-like view of her always available when you turned your head in her direction.
It’d been six months since you all met, and the feelings are most definitely not out of your system. If anything, it’s gotten worse, today being evidence of that.
About an hour later, Wonyoung came back, face scrunched into a scowl.
“Wony? What’s–,” you tried to say.
“Yuna. Huddle up,” said Wonyoung. Yuna stood up from her chair and sat on the armrest of yours.
Wonyoung leaned on her arms over the table with her head fully bowed, taking a few seconds to regain her composure.
“We need to make a marketing deck. By day after tomorrow. The whole thing: collaterals, assets, the works.”
“But that’s a Saturday,” you reacted, “what the hell?!”
Yuna looked a little more disappointed than frustrated. “Man, I was thinking of seeing my parents this weekend,” she tried to say, before again being cut off by Wonyoung.
“I know, guys, don’t worry. I came up with something,” Wonyoung continued. “It’s not going to be fun, but… I think we can finish all of this by tomorrow night if we try really hard enough.”
“And I assume that entails…,” you led on.
Wonyoung heaved a big sigh. “Yeah, we gotta pull at least one, potentially two, all-nighters,” she continued, to which all of you – her included – groaned at. However, she lightened up immediately. “Fortunately for us, I got permission to work from home tomorrow. So we can work together at someone’s place.”
“Maybe we can stay at mine,” Yuna offered. “As a goodbye of sorts to the apartment.”
“Oh, you’re moving out?,” you replied.
“And moving in with me,” Wonyoung added. “Rent’s cheaper if we split it.” If the forces that be played pranks, this was definitely one of them.
“Aww, don’t feel so left out,” Yuna reacted to your dread, pushing your shoulder. “You’re free to visit anytime.”
“I’d have thought by now you’d… you’d be tired of seeing my face everyday,” you laughed nervously.
“What? I was just about to ask if we could hang out more, like over drinks or something,” Yuna commented. Wonyoung gave you a look, then clicked her tongue at both of you.
“We can plan a much -deserved drinking session another time. For now we gotta agree on it. As a team. We got each other, right?”
“Of course!,” Yuna said with a big smile.
“Game,” you replied.
“You guys are the best,” Wonyoung responded, beaming. “Okay! Texting boss now.”
“Hey, we can clock out now,” Yuna added, while Wonyoung typed up her response. “How about we meet by 9PM? Have some time to ourselves, go home and get some stuff.”
“Sure,” you reply, quickly packing everything up. “Gotta get going then.”
“Bye!,” Yuna waved.
“See you in a bit,” Wonyoung replied, moving in to give a cheek-to-cheek hug.
On the bus home, all you could do was rub your face with your hands, groaning at the situation. It wasn’t so much the hassle or the work, but purely that you’d be spending the next few nights around the both of them, nonstop. The only consolation was that actually working as a team was fun – you had an easy-to-keep rhythm that got stuff done fast, and that made the work enjoyable.
You felt your heart race, your spine shiver, your chest grow a metaphorical hole. What that all meant, you dare not think about right now.
“Hello, Yuna? I have snacks,” you muttered into the intercom. You were punctual on the dot, as agreed.
“ Great! Just come on up,” Wonyoung’s voice cut in, early as typical.
When you did, you found the two on opposite sides of a small rectangular table. Between them were open bags of chips and assorted drinks: juices, colas, and an unopened bottle of vodka.
“How long have you been here?,” you asked.
“She practically lives here now,” Yuna replied. “That’s why I don’t mind moving in with her.”
“You make it sound like I’ve been here ever since I met you,” Wonyoung dismissed her. “I think it’s been a few weeks since I was first here. Then I guess I just kept coming here because it’s much closer to the office.”
“Too small to split though, I assume,” you added, looking at the room, a single space with a bed in a far corner and the sizable table right next to a kitchen and sink.
“Way too small for me,” Wonyoung replied. “Come, sit there by the end of the table. There’s an extension cord here, get whatever snacks you want.”
In the first hour you laid out everything that needed to be done. After another hour of working, Wonyoung took a quick nap while you and Yuna worked on some graphics. Wonyoung was a light sleeper, so you couldn’t talk much, though the faint snoring did give a hint you could talk a bit more than usual.
“So how’d you get into graphic design?,” you asked Yuna
“Been doing this for family and relatives for a while now,” she replied. lWhen they said they’d stop asking me for free labor if I got a full-time job, I jumped right on it.”
“True that,” you responded.
When Wonyoung woke up after an hour and a half, Yuna decided to take a nap as well, at your prompting. Within minutes she was breathing heavily.
lSeems like you made some progress on the pitch document,” Wonyoung remarked.
“Only ‘cause we’re putting off the actual strategic plan,” you replied. “That might be easier when you’re awake.”
“Fair enough, I’ll work on that now then,” she said. “What are you doing?”
“Just some research figures,” you said. “Felt like they might ask for a breakdown by demographic during the meeting like the last one.”
“Good idea,” she replied.
After about two more hours of working, you were yawning non-stop. “Fuuu–,” you yawned, “– uuucking hell, this is insane.l
“Hey,” Wonyoung held your hand. “Take a nap. You did a lot already. I got this, and Yuna will follow through.”
“Thanks,” you whispered, as you laid your head on the table. While you drifted off, you still managed to hear Yuna wake up and the first part of their conversation.
“Oh, how long has he been out?,” Yuna asked.
“Just a few minutes,” Wonyoung replied. The last you caught of their conversation was Wonyoung saying “He kinda looks… ” before you dozed off.
When you woke up at 4AM, you found Wonyoung no longer at the table but on the bed, and Yuna asleep at the computer. She was in the middle of editing the last few slides, so you helped finish that up. After you put the final edits on the whole document and a poster no one had worked on yet, your 5AM alarm rang. Everyone in the small room jolted awake.
“Oh shit,” Yuna replied. “I fell asleep again.”
“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured, rubbing your eyes and clicking a window closed. “Just finished it.”
“Really?,” Wonyoung yawned. “Thank fuck.” She dropped to the bed.”
“Scoot over,” Yuna groaned. “That’s my bed.” Wonyoung groaned as well as she made space for Yuna, and the two laid side by side, facing each other.
After you closed everything up and made a quick scan of everything you had so far, you closed your laptop and breathed a sigh of relief – for now, at least. You found a note on the back of your laptop, likely from when you were sleeping, from Yuna. “Sleeping bag’s by the foot of the bed,” it read, and true enough, it was there. Better than nothing.
You also found the two in the same position, but more entangled. Their legs were crossed over each other; Wonyoung’s hand laid over Yuna’s neck, and Yuna’s hand over Wonyoung’s waist.
Only now did you notice their clothes from yesterday: Wonyoung had a set of pajamas on, while Yuna had a pair of shorts and a plain shirt. And they looked… pretty: the way Wonyoung’s hair was draped over her face, the way Yuna’s mouth was somewhat half-open, the smoothness of their skin, the curves of their torsos…
You ran to the bathroom, immediately washing your face and slapping your face repeatedly.
“Snap the fuck out of it,” you told yourself aloud. “Stop thinking about those kinds of things, or it will get awkward and you won’t have friends anymore.” You got out, tiptoed to the sleeping bag, and fell asleep in no time at all.
When you woke up, it was 10AM – 5 straight hours of sleep. Not bad. Both of them were up already, scrolling through TikToks together and giggling.
“Morning,” you groaned.
“Hey,” Wonyoung replied. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm,” you groaned, not exactly a confirmation.
“Sorry,” Yuna replied.
“No, sorry, still groggy,” you reassured. “I’m alright.”
You got up to see a sandwich on the table. “Oh, thanks guys,” you remarked. You sat at the table to eat while Wonyoung and Yuna stayed at the bed. “What else do we need to do?,” you asked.
“Actually, about that…,” Wonyoung began. Yuna’s lips were pursed. "So… I went through it, and we’re actually done. As expected. I kinda just told boss that we needed more time to work on it, without the all-nighter part.”
“And that means we have a free day!,” Yuna spoiled.
“Wait, but… you said we’d finish by tonight,” you clarified.
“Yeah, and I wanted you guys to hop on my master plan without anyone telling me off. Like you. You specifically,” Wonyoung responded.
You scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You looked at Yuna. “Were you in on this?”
“She means you might have wanted to stay home instead, silly,” Yuna replied. “And for the record, no, she told me only while I was making the sandwich.”
“Almost woke you up with her squeal when I told her,” Wonyoung chided.
“Shut up,” Yuna rebutted. “Back to my point. We literally have not gone out with you, like, ever.”
Wonyoung snapped her fingers. “Exactly! So, that said, what do you guys wanna do?”
“Ooh, I wanna actually taste that,” Yuna began, pointing to the vodka on the table, “and not leave it wasting in my cabinet anymore.”
You sighed. “I’m down, but I don’t think we should exert ourselves that much. We literally only got half the hours of sleep we should have.”
“Point taken,” Wonyoung replied. “Maybe you should tell us where to go!
“Uhh,” you trail off. “You sure you want that?”
“Of course!” Yuna replied. “I can’t even name one of your favorite things.”
You pulled out some unwarranted courage from deep within you. “There’s two of them right in front of me,” you teased awkwardly, pointing half-hearted finger guns at both of them. What the fuck, you thought to yourself.
“You did not just say that,” Wonyoung interjected with a playfully disgusted look.
“Minus points on the delivery, babe,” Yuna smirked, “but great response.” Something about the nickname made your heart race a little bit faster.
“Thanks?”
“Fine,” Wonyoung groaned, trying to hide a smile. “What’s the third?”
You took in a deep breath of air and scouted the area. “Yep, I think this is a great spot,” you said. “Let’s set up here.”
You dropped the plastic bags of food on the wooden table and set up some utensils. You were at a base camp about 2 hours away from the city, though from your house – which you passed by to get all the gear – it was only about two-thirds the journey.
“I can’t believe this is so close to your house,” Yuna reacted, stretching her legs and arms. “aif I lived there I’d be hiking every weekend.”
“‘Close’ is relative,” you replied. “I used to. Now I literally don’t have time to do that anymore.”
“The sky looks so nice now,” Wonyoung replied, twirling in her sundress. “Guess we got here at just the right time.”
After ordering some food for lunch at Yuna’s, you parted ways to freshen up and take some time to rest. You brought your car to drive by their places, which took some time, but did help make the trip to the camp faster.
“This, ladies, is my third favorite thing in the world,” you said, stretching your arms to the sky theatrically. “The sunset.”
“It’s beautiful,” Wonyoung responded. “Good thinking.”
The girls started taking turns taking photos of each other in the distance, giggling and exchanging remarks as they tried to find their favorite shots. You watched from the table, enamored by their merrymaking.
“I’m starving,” Yuna quipped as they walked back to the table. She removed her sweater as she sat down revealing a crop top underneath. “Maybe we can start now?”
“It’s early, but sure,” you replied. You’d passed by different stores for some grilled meats and other assortments of food – which, alongside beers (which you declined responsibly), Yuna promised were perfect pre-game for the vodka.
You sat on one side of the table while Yuna and Wonyoung sat on the other. Their faces were lit up well by the afternoon sky, what bare makeup they put on making their skin gleam. You pulled out your phone to take a picture of them, and showed it to the pair.
“This picture of us is sooo cute!,” Yuna said to Wonyoung. “Can you send it to me?”
“Hold up,” Wonyoung stopped Yuna, pulling out an instant film camera. “Use this too.” You did your best to replicate the photo and snapped a picture of the pair, which Wonyoung printed out three copies of.
“How about you?,” Wonyoung asked. “Let us take a picture of you.”
You waved your hands in front of your face. “I’m fine! I go here all the time.”
“Shut up and just smile, you dork,” Yuna replied, pinning your hands to the table. “Wony, go.”
She took a picture, showed it to Yuna, and the two giggled.
“You look amazing here,” Yuna responded. “Look!,” she showed the screen.
“Okay, fine,” you groaned, lthis might be the best photo I’ve had of myself since graduation.”
“Then I’ll give you a copy!,” Wonyoung replied, printing another 3 copies of the photo.
“Oh come on,” you said shyly. “That’s a bit too much.”
“What do you mean?,” Wonyoung continued. “This is our first group outing. Gotta memorialize these things.”
“Aww, are you shy?,” said Yuna, pinching your cheek in jest. You playfully slapped her hand.
“No! I just don’t like taking pictures of myself,” you retorted.
“But I took the picture, not you,” Wonyoung chimed. “So take it as a gift. Here, you even get one of both of us!”
You could feel yourself blush as you looked at it, their eyes perfectly twinkling in the sunset light; hopefully that same light masked it. “I’ll put this in an oversized picture frame for my sidetable,” you replied sarcastically. Wonyoung rolled her eyes and Yuna stuck out her tongue.
You sighed. “You’re acting like elementary kids,” you remarked. “With actual speaking ability.”
“So that means we’re friends!,” Yuna replied.
“You make it sound like I’ve contested that,” you said.
“It’s just that this is literally the first time we’ve hung out,” Yuna continued, “and to my knowledge, friends actually hang out.”
“Oh yeah, thinking about it, we never hung out even before Yuna joined us,” Wonyoung added.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, I just thought it’d be weird if I went out with you without knowing you well.”
“That’s why we ask people to go out, right?,” Wonyoung urged, emphasizing certain words and pointing her eyes to Yuna, who seemed to be oblivious to the gesture.
“Sure,” you dismissed her. “C’mon, we gotta eat this before it gets cold.”
If your social battery were to ever undergo some sort of diagnostic test, this would be it. Yuna, surprisingly, was very chatty, having lots of stories and thoughts to share. Wonyoung, just as surprisingly, isn’t as chatty, only interjecting to what Yuna says rather than to initiate discussions on her own.
But you, whether for better or for worse, were prompted repeatedly by the two to talk. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share – if anything, the talking made you feel lighter as you let go of more stories and anecdotes of your own – but watching them smile, and laugh, and just beam, was mesmerizing. They were mesmerizing. You grabbed your phone again and discreetly made your picture of them your wallpaper.
“You’re just staring at us,” Yuna laughed.
“No, just listening,” you evaded, “staring is different.” Yuna rolled her eyes.
Wonyoung’s phone went off. “Damn, it’s been a whole hour already. It didn’t even feel like 20 minutes!,” she exclaimed.
“Traffic’s gonna pick up at this time,” you added. “Better head out. There’s a convenience store near my place.”
Unlike the car ride going to the campsite, where at one point both Yuna and Wonyoung had both fallen asleep, now they were belting out songs from a playlist. You joined in where you knew the lyrics too. Fortunately having dodged most traffic, you got to your place with enough time to spare for dinner.
“Make yourselves at home! Only reason this place is bigger than Yuna’s is because it’s outside the city.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Yuna replied. “This place is cozy! We should move in with you.”
You laughed nervously. “While I would entertain the thought, I think this is still too small for Wony.”
“Hey, I’m not a fucking princess,” she huffed. “I just have a lot of shit I need.”
“Like a princess,” you teased, grabbing Wonyoung’s hand and playfully kissing her invisible ring. Yuna shot you a look, which you ignored.
“Ew,” Wonyoung shook her hand. “Don’t treat me like I’m your boss, you shit.”
“I’m kidding!,” you defended yourself, though Wonyoung slapped your arm with a smirk.
“I know, just playing,” she whispered. “You’re so cute when you’re defensive.”
There that word was again: cute. These girls were going to give you a heart condition by how many times they’ve made it beat faster.
“Why is your house so… bare?,” Yuna asked. “Do you not like, collect anything?”
“I do, but you can’t exactly display Pokémon cards,” you replied. “And I do have a PC in my room.”
“Fair enough,” she responded.
“So… is it drinking time?,” Wonyoung prompted, pulling out the full, menacing bottle of vodka.
“Full disclosure, ladies,” you warned, “this is the first time I’m drinking vodka.”
“Shit, did you even have a life before today?,” Yuna remarked, pouring one shot out for you. “Try it on its own first, then I’ll teach you how to drink it.”
You placed the glass to your mouth, and you could feel it cooling your lips before you even sipped. When you did, all you could do exhale loudly and make a face.
“Holy FUCK, that’s different,” you exclaimed. “I’ve had whiskey before but nothing like this.”
As the three of you bonded over the alcohol, you felt yourself getting dizzy; by the end of it, Yuna was laid down on your lap, while Wonyoung leaned her head on your shoulder.
“How frequently do you go to bars to have learned this?,” you groaned to Yuna.
“I taught her,” Wonyoung chimed in, “sorta. Though that was with soju, not fuckin’ vodka.”
“They’re, like, kinda the same, though,” Yuna quipped.
“They are very much not the same, Yuna,” you retorted. “Well, thank fuck I learned from you and not some other personal mishap.”
Yuna groaned. “You are such a baby boy.” The nickname was making you feel things, and you were fighting tooth and nail to keep it subtle.
Wonyoung wrapped her arm over your shoulder. “Are you really the older one among us three? Because all day it’s as if we took care of you more than you took care of us.”
“Cut me some slack, I drove you two.” You could feel the alcohol making you lose some of your hesitations, and you played along with it. “Ignoring that ‘taking care’ is so parental,” you said, “thank you. Seriously. For today.”
“Aww, babe,” Wonyoung replied, “you’re so sweet.” She started stroking the back of your head with her hand; you felt fuzzy right where her hand was.
“Oooh, he’s blushing,” Yuna taunted. “You like Wony, don’t you?”
Uh oh. You felt like – no, you knew – you’ve been here before, but worse.
“What?!,” you stammered, at a loss for words. “I-I don’t know, this stuff’s really strong,” you lifted your shot glass.
Wonyoung elbowed you. “C’mon, it’s a joke.”
“No it’s not,” Yuna said, a bit more worked up. “Look at his ears, Wony! That’s no alcohol flush.”
“I-I–,” you stammered again, “that’s quite the assumption–”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Yuna knelt up and sat right beside you, propping herself on her hand on your shin. “Wony, he likes you. He’s been staring at you, like, the whole day, and he’s been blushing every time you called him babe. There. Now you don’t have to admit it.” She flicked your arm in playful annoyance. “You’re so adorably frantic I could just pinch your cheeks all the time!”
“Wait,” Wonyoung reacted, now fully sitting up. “ Me? I was waiting for him to admit to you that he liked you! And hello?! He was staring at you! Not–,” she hesitated. “Wait. Did you–”
“Okay, okay! I like both of you, okay?,” you began defensively. “But I didn’t wanna make things awkward because I literally just met both of you and you’re literally the only friends I have right now! But you’re both so pretty and– fuck, I’m sorry.”
You felt your head sink between your shoulders, hands and arms tucked in.
There was a very audible silence – likely the ringing from the alcohol – that felt a lot longer than it probably was. But Wonyoung and Yuna shot each other some faces, like they were communicating in some sort of code. Then, out of nowhere, Yuna made a loud chortle, and the pair burst out laughing. You expected the worst.
“Wait,” Wonyoung said, tears almost in her eyes. “This is so funny.”
“Do you wanna–,” Yuna hesitated, a huge grin stretched across her face “‘Cause, like, I–”
“No, I got it, whoo,” Wonyoung collected herself. “Ahem. So. While you were asleep, when we, y’know, set up this plan to go out today, we kinda both agreed that you were cute.”
The buzzing in your head stopped. Was that… an admission?
“But Yuna here,” continued Wonyoung, furrowing her brows at Yuna, who stuck out her tongue again, “kept hinting you liked someone. And I offered that we’d figure out tonight–,”
“With truth or dare!,” Yuna butted in.
“Yeah!,” Wonyoung continued. “We would have asked who you were into in the office or if you were dating anyone.”
“But… did both of you know I liked the other?”
“That’s the funniest thing!,” Yuna replied. “I didn’t know Wony was talking about me!”
“And I didn’t know she was hinting at me!,” Wonyoung added, “‘cause all we told each other was that we had an idea!”
“I was supposed to confront you about Wony directly when we got to that point,” Yuna whined. “But you’re just so frustratingly cute,” gesturing at pinching your cheeks with both hands, “because you were trying so hard to pretend!”
Wonyoung shot Yuna a glare. “Bitch, that was your plan? I was planning that too!”
“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking liar,” Yuna playfully pushed Wonyoung. “Says you!,” she retorted. The two kept giggling, and you were in the middle of it watching everything… collapse? It didn’t quite feel like things were falling apart.
“I–I don’t know what to say,” you remarked. “My head is spinning and my chest hurts and… fuck, you two are so pretty when you laugh,” you blurted. The two grinned.
“I think we figured that out,” Wonyoung reassured, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You felt your skin flush again – no, burn – right where she did.
“You make him blush so bad, Wony,” Yuna teased, also giving you a kiss on your other cheek, and laughing at your reactions with Wonyoung.
Before you knew it, the two were a giggling mess, planting kiss after kiss all over your face. All you could do, or felt like doing, was keep your eyes closed as they overwhelmed your senses. Wonyoung still scratched your hair; Yuna held a hand to your cheek. By the end of their onslaught, you were simply laughing with them – your emotions a mess in your head – until you started tearing up a bit.
“Sorry, sorry,” you muttered, “it’s just–”
Wonyoung fully cupped your head with her other hand. “Aww, don’t cry!,” she fawned. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”
“You’ve been saying that the whole day!,” you whined to her, still laughing. “And it keeps making me feel tingly.”
“That’s what a crush is, dumbass,” Yuna teased, wiping a stray tear in your eye with her finger.
“I know!,” you retorted. “But you can’t blame me if this is like, the best day of my life so far. You’re both really, really pretty, and I really want to spend more time with you, and–”
You were cut off by Yuna tightly grabbing the side of your body. “Calm down,” she reassured, kissing your cheek again. Wonyoung also hugged you from her side. You draped your arms over the two, fully wrapping their petite frames into a warm hug. The two never stopped their laughs for a second.
“Thanks for telling us,” said Wonyoung, and you felt the cavity in your chest dissipate; a resolution, of sorts. The two laid their heads on your chest, the three of you breathing in silence.
“This feels nice,” Wonyoung said softly, your arms wrapped around their shoulders. Yuna hummed in agreement.
You talked things out a bit more – mostly whens and whys, moments and reasons. All the while, the two never left your sides, hands still on your abdomen with the occasional prod or slap.
After a few moments of sustained quiet, Yuna broke the silence. “I have an unhinged, very intrusive thought.”
She paused for a while, no one daring to urge her. After a good few seconds, Yuna continued.
“I’m like… really horny.”
Wonyoung let out a loud laugh. “Fuck, where’d that come from?”
Yuna sat up again, her shoulder on yours, leaning over until her face was mere inches away from yours. “‘Cahse all day I’ve wanted to pounce on his cute little face.” She giggled, touching the tip of your nose. “And now that I have, I kinda wanna keep doing it.”
Wonyoung did the same, both their hands on your chest and their full weight pushing down on your shoulders. “You know, I was just thinking the same thing,” she cooed. “You beat me to it again.”
Underneath the flurry of emotions you just felt in the past minutes, Yuna was right: it’s been days since you rubbed one off, and here you were, horny with a pair of girls just as horny for you. The thought alone made blood rush down to your pants.
Yuna pulled your head to face her, saying, “I bet he feels the same way too.” She stared at you, her eyes narrowed, half from the drowsiness of alcohol, but definitely half bedroom eyes. Then she licked her lips and winked; you felt your cock twitch, almost involuntarily and without hesitation. Fuck.
Wonyoung then pulled Yuna’s face towards her. “Let’s make sure, though.” The two kissed each other – not a makeout, but a single, slow, sensual one. Your breathing was obviously deeper, and your pants noticeably tighter.
“So,” Yuna teased, “do you want this?” She traced circles on your chest with Wonyoung. “We wanna hear it from you.”
Wonyoung’s arm, now over your head, started stroking the top of your hair again. “Tell us if you want this, baby boy.” Your breath audibly shivered at the pet name.
“I–,” you tried to speak up, though the girls wouldn’t let up to give you space to breathe and do so.
“What was that, baby boy?,” Yuna said right in your ear, causing you to yelp just a bit. “Shiiit, he likes that, doesn’t he?”
The two began peppering your face with kisses again, each one leaving the same hot, burning sensation on your skin before turning cold from their saliva. This time, you could tell their lips were coated in drool, the kind one makes when aroused.
“Say it, baby,” Wonyoung urged.
“Fuck,” you groaned, “you’re both so hot.”
“We know,” Yuna replied, her hand cupping your groin, right over your balls. “This gave that away.” Your hips jolted forward, and Wonyoung joined in by pressing a hand down right over your shaft. You let out a moan, and the girls bit their lips.
“Say you want us, and we’re yours,” Wonyoung added.
“I like you, Wonyoung,” you said aloud, “and I like you, Yuna.”
“Hmm, nope,” Yuna taunted. “Say you want us.” The girls didn’t let up with their kissing, laughing each time you tried, and failed, to form a coherent sentence; when you almost did, they intensified their coaxing, going for your neck or your ears.
“Come on, baby boy,” said Wonyoung. “You can do it.”
You groaned loudly. “Fuck, I want you both, so bad.”
The pair began working their lips past your face, now nipping entirely at your earlobes, behind your jaw, right on your neck. You hitched your breath, your hips bucking forward when they hit sensitive parts – still resisted by their hands, slowly working your jeans off you. A slow zipper pull here, a slow unbuttoning there, until your underwear was the only thing holding their hands back from you.
As they slid off you, they urged you to remove your shirt, and you obliged; in no time your abdomen was coated in the glistening sheen of spit and kisses which went lower and closer to the garter of your underwear. You tried to stray your hands to the top of their heads, but Yuna caught one of them before you could. “Us first, baby boy,” she purred.
Once they reached your cock, they kissed your shaft through your underwear, the feeling of their moist lips only made tantalizingly evident by the warmth of their breath. They paused again, their faces and their quickened breathing looming just over your manhood.
Wonyoung glanced over to Yuna, biting her lip. “I think he has a lot of feelings to release tonight, Yuna.”
“All over our faces?,” Yuna hummed.
“Mmm, dripping over our pretty little faces, right baby boy?,” Wonyong teased. Yuna licked her lips in excitement.
“You’re really good at talking dirty, Wony,” Yuna remarked. “You make me wanna touch myself.”
“Maybe he wants to watch us do that,” Wonyoung replied. “Do you wanna watch us?” You nodded.
The pair then let go of you, sitting up straight again. “Watch,” Yuna prompted, and she grabbed Wonyoung’s face and started making out with her. The two slowly undid each other’s clothes: Yuna let Wonyoung take off her crop top and leggings, while she slid off the straps of Wonyoung’s dress.
As they started kissing deeply, you could see their tongues wrestle within their mouths; their hands glided towards each others’ petite breasts, each grabbing a handful. Whether this was the alcohol acting or not, it was definitely passionate, enough that as you watched them your hand started gliding over your underwear gripping your shaft through them.
Yuna caught you in the act. “Go ahead, touch yourself,” she taunted. “Just don’t forget to give it to us.”
You got up on your sofa and threw down to the floor some pillows you had. “If you’re gonna stay down there and touch each other,” you gasped, “at least make yourselves comfortable.”
Wonyoung gave you a warm smile as Yuna fixed the pillows. “You’re so thoughtful, baby. It’s hot.”
You overheard Yuna whisper to Wonyoung, “Girl, I’ve never done this before.” Wonyoung playfully slapped Yuna’s arm. “Trust the process,” she reassured. They laid down on the pillows and opened themselves up, layering their arms over each other to allow them to touch each other. In their position, they had to lean forehead to forehead, the pair still giggly with their situation.
You slid your hand into your underwear fully, pushing it down your legs until it pooled by your feet. The feeling of your cold hands on your hard shaft made you throw your head back.
Wonyoung, seeing your move, grabbed Yuna’s face and started to make out with her, their moans muffled into each other’s mouths. The formerly silent room was now occupied with the heavy air of sweat and sex, a perfectly coordinated symphony of gasps and profanities echoing up to the ceiling.
The two broke their staring contest to glare at you, mouths agape – not disgusted or angry, but longing and hungry. Yuna’s leg was almost fully in the air, grinding against Wonyoung’s hand; Wonyoung’s other hand, free as she laid on the pillows, grabbed a fistful of her breast, Yuna wildly flicking her clit.
“Fuck, Yuna,” Wonyoung started, but barely found herself able to continue her thought.
“God, Wony, fuuu…,” Yuna continued, groaning from between gnashed teeth. Wonyoung dove into Yuna’s neck, releasing all of her growling.
Your already steady stroking was getting faster as you chased your ecstasy. In a flash you felt your hips buck forward as they moaned together, your abdomen crunching forward at the twitching of your cock. You groaned behind clenched teeth and gasped for air as you neared your climax, desperate all the more so to keep it at bay.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Wonyoung continued, repeating the words over and over. “Please, I’m so close, fuck, I wanna cum so fucking bad…”
“Together,” Yuna begged her, “you finger me so good, just like that, I’m gonna–”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!,” Wonyoung cried out. Yuna’s groans turned into squeals, into a silent, breath-held scream. You could hear the already audible squelching get louder as they finished each other off, their faces contorted into lustful agony. Even in this way – especially in this way – they looked gorgeous.
“Fuck that’s it, just like that,” you muttered. “I’m so fucking close.”
Yuna and Wonyoung, though still catching their breaths, knelt in front of you, rubbing their hands up your thighs, tantalizingly close to your cock.
Yuna’s attention was completely on your dick. “Fuck, it looks so good,” she said under her breath.
“Show him what you wanna do then,” Wonyoung urged, offering her still creamy fingers to Yuna. “Tease him.”
Yuna held on to Wonyoung’s wrist as she licked it on each side, base to fingertip. She used the sides of her tongue like a shovel, guiding the fluids up to the edge, before inserting just the first digits of her fingers in her mouth. She kept her lips tight as she cleaned it up, pooling it all over her tongue.
Without words exchanged, Wonyoung did the same with Yuna’s drenched fingers. She inserted each finger in her mouth all the way to the end, lapping up all the squirt that coated Yuna’s fingers, before also showing off her tongue. A drop of saliva nearly dripped out, which she hastily aimed over your cockhead. You paused your stroking, and the girls spat onto the top. With lubrication for your hand, you felt your load starting to well up at the base of your groin.
“Hey Yuna, let’s move a bit closer,” Wonyoung invited. The pair moved up closer between your legs, their arms pressing down on your thighs. Their faces were so close to your groin that their breaths could be felt around your balls. Wonyoung made sure to pull Yuna in close, placing an arm around her, such that their cheeks were pressed on each other. The sight of their faces – and their lips – so close to each other was the last nail in the coffin.
“God you’re so fucking pretty, I’m gonna cum, I”m gonna cum!,” was all you could warn before a huge rope shot onto Wonyoung’s forehead, another thick rope on Yuna’s cheek and lips, alternating pumps between them. You emptied a week’s worth of cum all over them, coating their faces with strings of white. The pair grinned and hummed in satisfaction.
Yuna was the first to start lapping up everything from Wonyoung’s face, before she did the same. As they cleaned up each other’s cheeks, noses, and lips, their mouths were almost full; when Wonyoung began to kiss Yuna again, drops of the mixed spit and cum dripped off the sides of their mouths. They both went up to your cock and spat on it again, taking turns, one at a time, until it was drenched in the slimy mixture. The cold feeling of the spit easily made you erect
“Still so hard for us, huh?,” Yuna remarked, making a light slap to your dick and marveling at your erection. “ Our turn.”
The two climbed up on the sofa, one on each side, wrapping a leg over yours. Yuna began stroking you while Wonyoung watched, mouth agape. Your dick was already sensitive, and you tried – and failed, because they had locked their legs around yours – to stop squirming and bucking.
“Aww, baby boy,” Wonyoung jeered, right up in your ear, “so sensitive already? You can do it. Cum again for us.” She opened her hand by the side of your cock, prompting Yuna to grab onto it and slowly jerk you off together, their hands forming a tight, slimy grip on your shaft.
Their stroking got faster and faster, their hands lubricated by your cum and their spit. The feeling of their fingers rubbing around your head, slamming into your hips, left you in shambles. You could barely perk your head up; using their free hands, Yuna stroked your hair, while Wonyoung rubbed your cheek affectionately, running her thumb across your lips.
“You look so cute like this, baby boy,” Yuna whispered. “And your dick looks so good.”
“Your cum tasted so good, baby boy,” Wonyoung teased. “How about you, Yuna?”
“I would love to have more,” Yuna replied. “Do it. Cum for us. Feed us.”
“If you really want both of us, you have to cum for us again,” Wonyoung added. “We know you want to.”
By now your groans were more a desperate, overwhelmed panting, as you ground your teeth hard to resist the urge to retreat from their quickened stroking.
“Agh, fuck, fuck, AHH!,” was all you could say as the sensitivity clouded your thoughts, seeing only their faces longingly begging for your cum. You let out a single loud shout as you came a second time, this time less cum and more squirt (men could do that?!) that you could barely control yourself from releasing. The girls laughed as they saw the release drip all over their hands, still stroking until your legs shook uncontrollably.
Wonyoung took Yuna’s hand and lapped up all the fluids dripping along the back of it; Yuna did the same. When they had their fill, they leaned over your chest for a final kiss, smiling at each other as they swallowed everything up.
The two wound down back where you started, planting light kisses around your face. Behind your still closed eyes, you could hear your collective heaving as you caught your breaths, still in silence.
“Good boy,” she purred in your ear. You felt a tingle climb up your back. “You did so well.”
Yuna traced your jaw with a single finger. “You looked so cute there,” she teased. “Does my baby like being called cute?”
“Our baby boy,” Wonyoung clicked her tongue. “Unless you don’t wanna share.”
“Slip of the tongue, sheesh,” Yuna scoffed. “We’ll share him as much as he wants.”
Wonyoung kissed your forehead. “What do you want to do now, babe?”
You felt a sudden rush in your knees, an urge to do something more, to try more. You let go of your hesitations and let your body move on its own, hopping off the couch and kneeling in front of them.
“Let me eat you out,” you said, no niceties added. The two started breathing excitedly and biting their lips.
“You wanna taste us, baby boy?,” Wonyoung asked. You nodded.
“You go first, Wony?,” Yuna asked.
“Fuck, you first,” she laughed, still a bit out of breath. Yuna stretched her legs, still very much wet from your ordeal. You planted a kiss right above her folds, making Yuna gasp.
You dove in and the tang of sweat and squirt fully coated your tongue on the first lick. You weren’t quite sure what you were doing, but Yuna grabbed your hair and guided you.
“Higher up,” she said, moaning and pulling your head in deeper when you found the right flap of flesh. “FUCK, just like that,” she affirmed.
You swirled your tongue around at a steady pace, Yuna’s moaning a metronome for your licking. You kept going as she shoved your face in more aggressively; you found the perfect spot as you flicked your tongue on her swollen clit fast enough to start straining your jaw.
“Oh yes, oh yes, just like that, you’re so good, baby boy,” she squealed. “Fuck, I’m so close already!”
“Look at me, Yuna,” you mumbled, and she looked down, her mouth still agape. “Cum for me,” you said, muffled while your tongue was still stuck inside of her.
Yuna came with a single, loud whine; she arched her body up, trembling as she rode your face, still held tight in her hand. She let out a heavy sigh as she slowly came down from her climax, her whimpers slowly getting softer.
You looked over at Wonyoung, who had been touching herself to Yuna’s orgasm – and looked like she was deep into her own climax. “Fuck, that was hot,” she commented, “I’m already close.”
You started crawling towards her. “Cum all over my face too, please,” you replied, as you dug your tongue into her folds, making Wonyoung whelp. You made sure to maintain eye contact just like with Yuna, and Wonyoung held it all the same.
Wonyoung whined as she grabbed onto her breasts, occasionally petting your head with the other. She instinctively had bursts where she’d pull away, but you clung on to her tightly. Though slow, you started licking upwards, like digging out her clit, and Wonyoung’s moans climbed in intensity.
“Fuck, you’re so good, keep doing that, fuck,” Wonyoung exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum!” She let out a soft, high-pitched squeal behind pursed lips, squeezing her legs together and trapping your head in between them. You pushed forward against her resistance, making sure you rode her high, until she pushed you with her hands.
“Fuck, that’s enough, holy shit,” she cried out, her chest heaving from her climax. Yuna lazily watched, a hand playing with her nipples.
You grabbed your shirt and wiped your drenched, spit-covered mouth before climbing back on the couch. You outstretched your arms on either side, prompting the two to move in closer and cuddle. “Come here,” you urged, and once again, you were back where you three started.
You rubbed their shoulders and back, one in each arm, and gave a kiss to each one’s forehead. You hesitated immediately after, though; you weren’t anything special to them, maybe you shouldn’t be so… intimate.
But Wonyoung then held your hand when you stopped. “Keep doing that,” she reassured, and you resumed what you could only describe as aftercare.
You leaned over to Wonyoung and gave her a slow and tender kiss on the lips. Yuna started kissing your hand, as if calling for attention. You turned to her and gave her a kiss as well. Wonyoung kissed your hand too, rubbing her free hand all over your chest, sometimes intercepting Yuna’s and feeling up her forearm.
The three of you repeated this dance of hands and lips for a while, until everyone slowed down significantly. Yuna smiled at you with eyes heavy. “You’re so cute, baby boy,” she cooed.
“He is, isn’t he, Yuna?,” Wonyoung added, her voice low. You felt that tingly feeling again, and it felt nice.
“Maybe we should move to an actual bed, ladies?,” you asked.
Wonyoung whined a little. “But we’re so comfy here,” she said. “Aren’t you?”
You gave Wonyoung a smile. “Just a second then,” you replied. You tried to wipe down Yuna and Wonyoung’s legs with your already soiled shirt, and in as few big movements as possible, you pulled up a blanket coincidentally bunched up to the side of Yuna and draped it over all three of you. Even if everyone was still a mess and very much naked, you decided it wasn’t worth ruining this moment to fuss over – it didn’t take long for everyone to fall asleep anyway.
When morning struck, everyone was still frozen in their positions: Yuna, one arm draped over your chest; Wonyoung, curled up and still barely holding on to your hand; and you, arms still around them, and very much hung over.
You shuffled a bit and the girls moved around with you, miraculously not waking them up as you stood up. You grabbed pillows from the floor and laid their heads down on them. You finally put your pants back on, and hobbled your way to the kitchen to try and prepare something. There wasn’t much: just some oatmeal and frozen waffles, which you prepared regardless of the niceties.
You brought the tray of assorted goods to the couch, before moving back to the kitchen to make some coffee. You could hear groaning and the shifting of weight on the couch.
“Morning, ladies,” you called out. No response, but you heard the clinking of the plates when you turned around. Your head was pounding less, yet still uncomfortable; you pushed on, taking the first coffee for yourself, helping ease the discomfort. Before you showed yourself to them, you ran to your room to grab a shirt.
As you came back, you found them seated up, the blanket neatly covering them up from the shoulders down. Wonyoung cupped the bowl of warm oatmeal close, and Yuna gingerly held a waffle in her hands. You put down the coffees and sat in between them again, crawling into the blanket with them once more.
Everyone ate in silence, probably the hangover, likely the hunger, but definitely still piecing together what happened.
Wonyoung was the first to cave. “Do you really eat your oatmeal plain?”
“Try this,” you muttered, getting up to grab the jar of cinnamon sugar on the tray. Wonyoung took a single teaspoon and sprinkled it over the oatmeal. After a spoonful, she grabbed another.
Yuna scooted up closer to you, leaning on your shoulder. “Last night was nice. Thank you,” she said.
“Aww, you got Yuna all affectionate again,” Wonyoung remarked, “but she’s right. I enjoyed last night. Did you?”
You nodded, still at a loss for how to proceed. Wonyoung looped an arm around your hand, still holding on to her oatmeal.
After another quick round of silence, Yuna quipped. “I never would have thought you’d be so good with your tongue.” Wonyoung almost spat out her oatmeal, laughing with a nod.
“Would you believe me if I said that was my first time?,” you replied. The two audibly gasped.
“No fucking way,” Wonyoung replied, slapping your leg. “You’re telling me you made me cum like that on your first try?!”
“Second try!,“ Yuna butted in, correcting her. “But still, what the fuck. How much porn do you watch?!”
“What?! Excuse you! I don’t watch… that much porn…,” you rebutted. “Though… I guess I learned a thing or two. Maybe I can surprise you a second time with… my hands?”
Yuna held her breath and bit her lip. “God, stop making me horny for you,” Yuna responded with a light poke to your ribcage. “You’re too cute to just be horny around all the time.”
There the word was yet again: cute. With all the lust out of your system, you felt the same bubbling, tingling feeling welling up in your chest in full force.
“Told you she thought you were cute,” Wonyoung chided, “and here you were worrying about going on a date with her!”
“I literally told you to go out with me more,” Yuna pouted at you. “But no, you wanted to go out with Wony.”
“Aww,” Wonyoung teased, for the first time sarcastically. “Is someone jealous he might have a favorite?”
“Ugh, says you,” Yuna taunted. “Look at you, calling him babe all day yesterday.”
“Girls,” you tried to interject.
“You started it!,” Wonyoung retorted.
“Nah, you just wanna keep him for yourself, don’t you?,” said Yuna.
“What? No,” Wonyoung replied, though the dismissiveness was barely convincing. “But if you aren’t taking him, I will.”
You cleared your throat. “Um, ladies! If I may…” you started. Wonyoung now moved closer, wrapping her arm around yours.
“I don’t… want things to be awkward,” you continued. “And I don’t want you guys to like… fight? Over… me?”
Wonyoung held a hand to your cheek, warming it up. “Hey, we’re just kidding! We wouldn’t fight, most definitely not over you.”
“Don’t take that the wrong way,” Yuna butted in. “I think you’re cute, but I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you more first. Over drinks, to the mall. Get to know you more.”
“I also think you’re really nice to be around,” Wonyoung added, “and would also love to go out with you. But like… on actual dates, if you get what I mean.” She leaned her head on your shoulder.
“Awww,” Yuna teased, mocking Wonyoung, who shushed her. “I mean, I don’t see a problem with you having him, Wony,” Yuna continued. “Though maybe I would like to ask for permission to… borrow him, sometimes.”
“I would love to share him with you, Yuna,” Wonyoung replied, a little mischievously. Yuna laughed under her breath. “I’m not clingy. Just randomly needy,” Wonyoung added.
By now, blood was rushing to your head, your ears still hot with that indescribable feeling, that cavity-on-your-chest sensation on full blast. But Yuna and Wonyoung simultaneously went up to your cheeks simultaneously to plant a light peck, and a mutual understanding arrived at. You felt the cavity go away, now just a warm fuzzy feeling again. “See? Peace on earth,” Wonyoung reassured.
“Don’t get too excited now,” Yuna remarked, flicking your thigh and drawing attention to the erection you tried to ignore the whole time.
“Oh come on, Yuna,” Wonyoung rebutted. “Maybe our baby boy here is just excited with our little arrangement, aren’t you?” You groaned at the pet name.
“Can we maybe save that exclusively for the bedroom?,” you chided. “It does make me horny, for the record.”
“Nope,” Wonyoung replied excitedly. “You’re my – our – baby boy.”
“You really like being called that?,” Yuna asked, stroking the top of your head. “You’re literally older than us.”
You felt yourself physically shrink. “Only by a few months!,” you retorted. “But… would it be weird if I said I liked it if you kept patting my head like that?”
“Not at all,” Wonyoung replied, kissing your cheek again. “You’re so cute.”
“Kinky little shit,” Yuna slapped your thigh. “But I’m into it.”
All conversation ceased when Wonyoung’s cellphone rang. She let go of everything to reach for the table. “Hello?,” Wonyoung began. After a few thank yous, okays, and will dos, she hung up.
“Well guys, some news,” said Wonyoung, everyone’s breaths were held. “We have another project, a brand shoot.”
“When’s it due?,” you responded.
“End of the week, don’t worry, we got time,” Wonyoung replied. “But… we get to go to a beach resort!” Yuna clapped her hands excitedly.
“Guess that makes it worth the trouble then,” you remarked. “It’ll be a nicer place to work.”
“With nicer views,” Wonyoung added.
“And nicer beds,” Yuna sighed.
You all paused, a single shared thought slowly forming between the three of you.
“So… your fingers?,” Yuna teased.
“Can’t wait, baby boy,” Wonyoung cooed.
“Stop,” you replied, a smirk plastered on your face.