Lines Blurred and Crossed

The storm outside has faded into a light drizzle. The sunlight seeps through the still closed curtains of my room. I woke up with an arm wrapped around my stomach and Chaeryoung's body pressed close to my back. I can feel her warm breathing on my neck with a few soft snores spread in irregular intervals. She didn't make me wake up in an empty bed, I thought. Well that's also probably because I woke up first. 

I held her hand wrapped around me and I felt Chaeryoung stir. Instead of pulling away though, she pulled herself closer and tighter to my body.

"You awake?" Chaeryoung murmured sleepily.

"Just woke up," I replied. "Surprised you're still here," I added.

Chaeryoung huffed softly. "Why? Did the others leave you in the morning?"

"Seulgi did. I found Yeji munching on cereals then Ryujin trying to sneak out my living room window," I recalled with a faint smirk.

Chaeryoung released another breathy scoff, "I would've left, if I woke up first," she confessed.

"Good thing I woke up first," I quipped, to which I received no reply. Slowly, I turned to face Chaeryoung. She looked cute, her cheeks a little bit swollen from sleep and her eyes half lidded like she still wants to close them. I gazed at her for a few heartbeats, a hand resting on her slim waist.

"Chaeryoung," I added. "About last night—"

"Seren—"

"It wasn't just heat, was it?" I asked before she can fully interrupt me.

"Seren—" Chaeryoung repeated with a sigh.

"It felt different. Don't say otherwise," I tried to keep my voice down so as to not agitate her. Chaeryoung is still a werebeast huntress, someone who can take me out of she wanted to.

"It's not—" she replied avoiding my eyes. "It's just sex. Just like you did with Yeji and Ryujin," Chaeryoung justified, though I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

"Was it?" I pushed. "Yeji and Ryujin were indeed fiery, passionate, but their intent was clear. Just sex. You however —"

"I was in heat, Seren," Chaeryoung whispered softly, which I thought was half-true.

"You felt like you were making love, Lee Chaeryoung. Making love with –"

"With you?" Chaeryoung raised her head and cupped my cheek with one hand. Her eyes held mine, I expected mockery in them, but I saw affection and a little bit of guilt.

"Perhaps," she finally said. "Perhaps I was attracted to you, Seren Vale," Chaeryoung held my gaze, her eyes commanding me not to look away. "Perhaps I liked how selflessly brave you were when you kept Jimin safe during the attack at the Archives — most men would have fled or abandoned all sense if thrown in a situation where Riders of the Hunt and werebeast huntresses are about to clash. Perhaps I liked that you treated me, Yeji, and Ryujin as friends, not as the glorified body guards that were assigned to protect you. And perhaps this is just sex, a physiological need —"

"—but?" I asked as Chaeryoung paused to breathe.

"But you are my mission," Chaeryoung's voice broke slightly, regret tinged in her voice. "If we met in different circumstances then perhaps, but, even if we did, you still have Jimin in your life, and she's my friend. I don't know how serious Yeji was when she said she'll stake her claim on you, but I won't place myself in between a friend of mine and someone I potentially have feelings to."

"Chaeryoung—" I stuttered, my mouth unable to find the words to reply with.

"Don't be guilty, Seren. I'm a werebeast. I live longer than you probably would — if you were human. There's plenty of time to find someone special." Chaeryoung responded with a faint smile that broke my heart and melted the pieces at the same time.

"And don't worry about the pain, I haven't fallen that deep with you yet." Chaeryoung teased half heartedly. She then tried to rise but I stopped her. To her surprise, I pulled her in and kissed her deeply. I felt her smile as she allowed herself to indulge in the sensation of our lips colliding — until she pulled away.

I stared at her eyes which now held a bittersweet hue, "I'm yours for this morning, Chaeryoung—"

"Don't say that," Chaeryoung whispered gently, closing her eyes before pressing her forehead on mine. "Saying that gives me hope, gives me possibilities. Better set the line now, saves us a lot of pain moving forward."

Chaeryoung then gave me a quick peck in the lips before rising off of the bed and making for my living room where her clothes lay discarded. What she said stunned me, and it made me think of Jimin. Our line wasn't set — wasn't defined. Should we have? Or did Jimin and I just set ourselves up for pain and suffering?

I felt like I knew the answer, yet I refuse to acknowledge that I do— or that there even was an answer to that question. Acknowledging it means acknowledging the possibility of letting go of Jimin. And I was not ready for that. 

Memories then surged in my mind, of a girl with short brown hair. Her bright smile and her cute chuckles brightening every darkness I had in my mind back when I was an angsty teenager looking for his parents and thinking that my grandmother wasn't doing enough. Memories of a girl who developed control over flames when she made the candles of the birthday cake I gave her burst into flames before I even lighted them. Memories of the same girl being taken by the Night Ladies to be trained as a sorceress in their ranks. Memories of the first girl I loved, and the first one I gave up. Jimin wouldn't — shouldn't end the same way — I vowed to myself.

A soft knock on my bedroom door pushed me out of my trance. Chaeryoung stood fully dressed on the threshold, her other hand clutching the handbag where she placed her sewing tools.

"I, uh—" she hesitated.

"Yeah. Can you wait for me outside while I put some clothes on?" I asked, no, implored.

Chaeryoung nodded and closed the door to give me some privacy. It took me a moment before I moved — long enough to think that Chaeryoung would have just left and not waited for me. I washed my face before putting some clothes on — a tshirt and shorts. I exited my room and found Chaeryoung sitting on the couch she patched up last night.

Sensing my presence, she turned to face me. She looked concerned, and I can't blame her. The reflection I saw on the mirror was a wreck — it wasn't the reflection of a man, but a boy – a boy who knows nothing and, shamefully, can do nothing.

"Are you okay?" Chaeryoung asked as I sat on the couch opposite her.

"As fine as I can be," I replied.

Chaeryoung smiled as she immediately understood the sarcasm in my voice. "I won't pretend to know or understand how you're feeling," she started. "But if you need someone to listen, you have me, you have Jimin, and — if they would take you seriously ‐ you also have Yeji and Ryujin."

I managed a soft chuckle. "Yeji would, I don't know about the other one."

Chaeryoung chuckled back, "You'd be surprised. Ryujin can be... mature if she wanted to be."

I smiled faintly, recalling the question she asked the night we had sex — "What reason do we need to do anything?" A lot, I answered to myself. Love, family, loyalty, principle, beliefs, morality, and the list goes on and on. But among those, what reason did I had to have sex with her? Was it "physiological need" in the same manner that Chaeryoung was in heat last night? Was it emotional and psychological release like the time Yeji and I did it? Was it because there was underlying feelings like between Jimin and I? Or was it only just sex just for the act of it, just for the pleasure and for nothing else?

"You have a lot on your mind," Chaeryoung pulled me out of my thoughts. "I can see that much."

"It's—"

"I understand, Seren," Chaeryoung interrupted. "Your situation is... unique... and difficult. But again, you don't have to face them alone." She looked like she wanted to reach for my hand but otherwise settled on clutching her hand bag.

"Thanks, Lee Chaeryoung," I responded sincerely. "For being here... and for patching up my couch."

Chaeryoung giggled, a soft cute sound that made me smile in spite of myself. "Clear your mind for now, Seren. You have an interview scheduled."

I closed my eyes and groaned, dipping my head as I recalled that Shin Yuna and Seol YoonAh would be coming over to interview me about the attack on the Archives. Chaeryoung chuckled again, teasing my discomfort.

"You'll be fine, like you said, you can probably overpower two slender girls by yourself," Chaeryoung teased.

"If they're human," I responded.

"If they're not, then just hold off long enough to give us a call and we'll come running," Chaeryoung assured me with a sweet smile.

"And what if I can't?" I asked, doubt evident in my voice.

"I'm sure you can find a way. Like you did back in the Archives," Chaeryoung answered, the confidence in her voice lifted my spirits up.

"Let's just hope it won't come to that," I said.

"Ditto," Chaeryoung then stood and slowly made her way to my door. I stood to follow her, stopping at the edge of the hallway.

She turned to face me. Our eyes met, and with a silent nod, she turned the knob and left my apartment.

The door clicked, yet the soft drizzle pattering the roofs and the windows remained. I have an interview with Shin Yuna, I thought. Well, better meet them with my best possible self, whoever that was, even I didn't know.

I kept myself busy throughout the morning, cleaning up the apartment so it looks decently clean and organzied by the time Shin Yuna and Seol YoonAh arrive. How the hell did they get my address though? And why interview only me when Jimin and the huntresses were with me that night at the Archives? Everything smelled like a trap — a very sweet trap. Yet the Wild Instinct I acquired from Ryujin tells me that I have to do this against my better judgment. 

But then again, what can two girls do against me? In case they try to restrain me physically, I have Seulgi's strength — though I don't know how to manifest it. For mystical means though, I am resistant to vampiric charm — but I don't know about anything else.

I sat at the patched up couch and ran a hand at the leather patches. Chaeryoung did a good job covering the scratch marks. I can maybe pass it up for wear and tear, the couch was indeed old after all. Then my phone buzzed and as I reached for it, the name on the screen made my face lighten up — Yu Jimin.

I accepted immediately and placed the call on speaker. "Good morning, Ms Yu. I missed you," I greeted.

I heard a light chuckle from the other end, "Nice rhyme, Mr Vale. And good morning to you too. Missed me already? We met yesterday — and don't say anything cheesy."

"Then I won't say anything at all," both our laughters echoed against the walls of my apartment.

"So, interview day," Jimin said after settling down.

"I'd rather not to be honest," I replied.

"What do you think she'll ask?"

"Actually I'm still at the part where I'm wondering why she didn't include you."

"Oh I know you're flattered," Jimin teased.

"I'm not!" I denied, a little too enthusiastically for my liking.

"Why not? Shin Yuna's hot."

"Are you attracted to girls, Yu Jimin?" 

"No," Jimin responded without missing a beat. "I just say what I see, and I don't hear you refuting me so, you must have thought the same."

Bull's eye, damn it. Why does she have to be so insightful? And so casual when she calls me out.

"I can imagine your face blushing right now," Jimin snickered on the other end.

"Shut up. You just know how to push my buttons," I replied, admitting defeat and feeling my cheeks flush and burn up.

"Anyway, good luck! And if you end up having sex with her, I hope she's a Night Folk so you'll be able to get any abilities she has." Her voice was cheerful — too cheerful that it felt forced. The comment was meant to be a joke, but the subconscious jab wasn't lost on me.

"Jimin, I–"

"It's not my business who you sleep with," she replies, her voice a little bit too low for my liking. "We're not... dating," the hesitation in her voice felt like dragons were dropped on my shoulder.

The silence that followed was deafening almost to the point when I could swear I can hear my ears ringing. I felt Jimin was waiting for an answer, yet I can't give her one. Then her voice pulls me back up to reality.

"Anyway, I just called because Archives management has called for a meeting this afternoon," I perked up as I heard her announcement.

"About what? How come I never knew this?" I asked, picking up the phone in confusion and anxiety.

"They just called for it this morning. And relax, they only need one rep per pairing, and since you have a, uh... prior appointment," she let those last two words hang for a second before continuing, making me wince slightly, "I'll be going for the both of us."

"Seriously, Jimin, you don't have to. I can use this as an —"

"An excuse to avoid the interview?" Jimin finished for me. "Not a chance, babe. You agreed to this, man up and face it," her voice was a mix of stern teasing.

"Did you just call me 'babe'?" I asked with a grin on my face.

"Of course that's what you focus on. Typical. I can see your grin even through the call," Jimin exasperatedly replied.

"And I can see your eyes rolling," I teased back.

"I just did, again. Anyway, I really must go. I'll meet Minjeong at campus, we'll go to the Archives together."

I nodded, even though it wasn't a video call. "Okay, take care. Tell me everything after the meeting?"

"Of course, you're my partner after all." Hearing her say that I'm still her partner lifted the dragons off my shoulder.

"Good luck again, Seren. Bye!" Jimin said.

"Bye, babe!" I teased. I heard her chortle on the other end before the line finally cuts off.

I tossed the phone beside me, landing with a soft thud on the couch. The call lifted my spirits, perhaps this interview won't be as bad as I'm thinking it would be. I considered giving Seulgi a call, ask her for any advise, she's a detective afterall, but then decided not to — this is an interview, not an interrogation.

Then I heard a series of playfully rhythmic knocks on my door — and all my confidence sank back to the abyss. Yep — I should've insisted on going to that Archives meeting. Yep — I should've called Seulgi for advise. And yep — I should not have agreed to this. But too late now — Shin Yuna and Seol YoonAh are now both at my doorstep.

I took my time to reach the door. My feet felt like it was wrapped in lead as anxiety was holding me down. I stood still at the door when three more rhythmic raps came from the other side. I closed my eyes — Shin Yuna and Seol YoonAh are human, I thought. They're not some agent of one of the Night Folk races who have come to abduct me — or worse. Everything will be alright, and if it does not, I have friends to count on — the huntresses can track me and Joohyun can summon the might of the Verrathi coven to rescue me — well, I hope. 

I comforted myself with those thoughts before exhaling heavily and wrapping a hand around the door knob. It felt like touching ice that is so cold it feels hot to the palm but with shallow pricks of freezing cold scattered across the surface. I turned the knob and my eyes widened as I tried to absorb the absurdity outside my door's threshold.

Shin Yuna was dressed in an elegant black dress with a plunging neckline revealing the middle of her chest and ending where her diaphragm would be, her breasts were small so there was no visible cleavage. The dress was also tight, accentuating that impossibly thin waist further emphasized by the flair of her hips. If there was a definition of an hourglass figure — it would be Shin Yuna. Her dress ended just short of where her hips meet her thighs— too short, I thought. It seemed like the lady came here not for an interview, but for a masterclass in seduction. She wore a smile that seemed to say she was waiting for this moment. It sent shivers down my spine, she felt like a predator who wants to feed and to be eaten at the same time.

Behind her, stood Seol YoonAh, and the contrast was so far it seemed like heaven and hell came to visit. The sophomore was dressed in a white mini polo short sleeve shirt and a black skirt that covered half her thighs, slung across her shoulder was a small handbag — she was dressed in something students typically wear. And it was too simple — too inconspicuous that it made her look like Shin Yuna's assistant rather than her partner.

"Hi, Seren Vale!" Shin Yuna greeted, her voice sultry and velvety. Her eyes piercing, gauging my reaction and by the looks of it, she enjoys what she's seeing.

"Uhhh.. hi, Yuna," I replied, dumbfounded. My eyes flit across both women, still trying to process the contrast of their appearances.

"And, uh... Sullyoon," I waved at Sullyoon who was absently studying the number plate of my apartment – 707. She turned at me and tilted her head innocently like a fawn. She smiled and waved, no words, and yet she made me feel like I was weightless and floating.

"Aren't you inviting us in?" Yuna asked softly, dragging me back down to the ground and reminding me that gravity exists even metaphorically. The way she said it wasn't really a question, but a suggestion bordering on a command.

I blinked twice before coming back to my senses, "Oh. Yeah. Sure. Come in. Sorry for the mess," I said, directing them to enter. Yuna took her black heels off while Sullyoon took off her black boots, both of them leaving it beside my door before I closed it. They passed by me and their scent was as contrasting as their clothes. Yuna smelled like luxury, like a woman you'll meet and want to take home in a gala. Sullyoon on the other hand, smelled like spring, like the days when the flowers first bloom back to life.

"Your apartment is... nice... cozy..." Yuna comments as she struts towards the living room, hips swaying like an invitation. "Though your furniture probably needs some replacing," she added as she saw my patched up couch. 

"Could use more plants, though. Do you know they're healthy for you, Seren?" Sullyoon walked with a hand behind her back. Before I can answer, her other hand stroked one leather patch — the ones that covered Yeji's scratches. "The patches feel new," she observed.

"Oh.. that..." I stuttered, racking my brain for a response. "Couch had tears, and I had a friend patch them up last night. I, uh... wouldn't want guests to see tears in my stuff."

"Awww. So you did that to prepare for us?" Yuna drawled, flirtatiously clinging to my arm and making me curl up slightly in surprise.

"Uh, yeah. It seemed like the polite thing to do," I replied awkwardly. "So, um, feel at home, I guess."

Sullyoon sat at the opposite couch and then stared blankly at my window. She seemed to glow brightly as the sun shone on her. I would've kept staring if only for the seductress clinging on my arm, her eyes boring to me expectantly.

"Uhh. Drinks, Yuna?" I offered.

She pursed her lips then smiled, "Maybe later," she let go of my arm and strutted to my couch — does the woman even walk properly? She sat and crossed her legs, slowly, intentionally, deliberately making me watch as her long smooth legs graced my sofa like it was an honor. She knew I can't help but gawk, her wicked grin was proof of that. Yuna tapped the space beside her, another invitation, and I found myself accepting.

I sat, carefully maintaining a distance I know Yuna will cross later. Sullyoon was seated across from us, still staring at the sun outside my window.

"Seol," Yuna called Sullyoon softly. "You ready?"

Sullyoon turned then seemed to realize what she needs to do. "Oh, yeah. Just a sec." Sullyoon rummaged inside her bag and pulled out a small notepad and a ballpen and held it on her lap. "Yep, ready," she looked at us expectantly and pursed her lips.

"Great," Yuna exclaimed before turning back to face me. "So, shall we begin, Seren Vale?"

I took a deep breath to steel myself, I held Yuna's eyes with a determined gaze. "Ask away, Shin Yuna."

"Let us start with introductions," Yuna smiled excitedly and I can't tell whether she was putting on a show or not.

"Well, I am Seren Vale," I started. "A junior at the College of Verrath, taking up a General Studies Course."

"No specific Major or specialty?" Sullyoon asked, her eyes never leaving her notepad as she wrote.

"Uh... no, not yet. I'd like to keep my options open for now." I replied.

Yuna stretched and arched her back on the couch, showing more of the chest exposed by her plunging neckline. "And, parents?" She asked, her grin never leaving her face although it softened a bit at her question.

"I grew up an orphan, never knew my parents. My, uh..." I hesitated a bit before continuing, "my grandmother raised me."

"You hesitated a bit there," Sullyoon noticed, the girl seemed more observant and insightful than she let on, a contrast from her usual airheadedness. "May I ask why?"

I pondered the question for a bit. I can't tell them that my grandmother also adopted me, they may get curious and pull me into a line of questioning that might make me reveal she was also a seer.

"It's uh... she passed," I replied, hoping they'll be respectful and let the matter of my family go. "Four years ago. Just before I graduated high school."

"Oh." Sullyoon's head recoiled slightly. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said sincerely.

The room was quiet for a while, and I was grateful for the silent respect.

"So, um..." Yuna continued, a little bit flustered, a small crack in her facade which she immediately recovered. "How did you end up studying in the College of Verrath?"

"I, uh, got a working scholarship —"

"— in exchange for working at the Archives, right?" Sullyoon finished.

"Did you do some kind of background check on me?" I asked after I nodded.

Sullyoon shrugged and pouted her lips before answering, "I mean, isn't that the story of most students who work at the Archives?" She blinked twice as she stared at me.

She was right, of course, and I felt stupid for not realizing that logic before I asked my question. There was no judgment in Sullyoon's eyes, she was mainly stating fact, which somewhat lessened my embarrassment.

"So it was your shift that night?" Yuna asked, shifting in her seat and, not so subtly, moving closer to me.

"Actually, no," I answered. "We were covering the shift of a sophomore whose partner got sick just before their shift." I was not telling them it was Minjeong though.

"Was it the crying girl who was with you the day we first approached you?" Sullyoon asked. Damn it, she is indeed more insightful than she lets on.

I nodded reluctantly. Yuna turned towards Sullyoon, "Do you know this sophomore, Seol?" She asked softly.

Sullyoon nodded, "I believe her name was Kim Minjeong. Apparently she has a good voice, the choir scouted her, yet she refused."

Minjeong has a good voice, huh. I never heard her sing before. She was just like her older sister then — which we are not talking about today, too many regrets on that front.

"Huh," Yuna huffed dismissively. "Moving on, can you tell us how work is in the Archives?" I was surprised, she seemed to have inched closer to me, and I never even noticed.

"It's, ummm... fine, I guess, aside from the odd night when fae Riders and werebeast huntresses decide to fight while I'm on shift." Sullyoon gave a light chuckle at my response while Yuna said nothing, just that seductive grin she's been wearing since I opened the door. She looked at me expectantly and I decided to answer seriously this time.

"It's really not bad, normally," I started. "Most transactions are digital now. We can input what the clients are searching for if we don't know where it is, and the system just pops out the corresponding aisles. Then it's just a matter of guiding them. The rest are normal library stuff, people borrowing and returning books —"

"Have you been partnered long with Yu Jimin?" Sullyoon interrupted while writing, catching me by surprise.

"Uh, yeah. We got partnered our freshman year. Archive rules say partnerships should never split unless the other leaves the school so... we've been partners for three years now."

Sullyoon and Yuna nodded and I took the opportunity to ask one of the things that kept bugging me and my friends, "Why didn't you ask for Jimin too? She was there at the Archives with me —"

"Do you know that the fae abduct more women than men every year, Seren?" Yuna interjected, and somehow, she seemed a lot closer than she was before. I shook my head to answer her question.

"We chose you because you're a man. And the fae rarely go after men — and for those they do–" Yuna paused, and I got the message.

"So—"

"Go after?" I remarked before Yuna can ask her next question. "Are you saying the fae are after me?" I asked, trying to see a break in Shin Yuna's facade. She hesitated for a split second, her brows furrowing at my inquiry — and then she was back. Her teasingly flirtatious smile returned as she leaned closer to me.

"I'm saying," she whispered, low and breathy. "That you are a rare survivor of a fae attack, being a man and against Riders of the Hunt no less." Then, she leaned a lot closer, and I had to lean back to keep my distance as I felt heat rush from my neck to my cheeks.

"Uh... Yuna?" I stammered, swallowing a lump in my throat.

"You have something in your eye," she whispered, leveled her lips with my eyes and blew. Her breath was hot and prickly, like the air had small particles clinging to my skin.

"There, feeling better?" Yuna asked.

I blinked twice, thrice, four times. I felt dizzy, my vision blurred and my brain felt powdery for a second before I shook my head and everything cleared.

"Uh... yeah. Thanks, I guess," I replied.

Yuna stared at me, her eyes full of wide-eyed confusion and curiosity, like something should have happened but didn't. On the opposite couch, Sullyoon had stopped staring at her notepad and was instead staring at me. She looked expectant, but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I still have something in my eye?" I asked, growing conscious at their intense gazes.

Yuna was the first to recover, she shook her head and her grin returned, although more... subdued than before. Sullyoon's fawn like eyes on the other hand went back to her notes, her hand tapping at it as if she'd forgotten to write something — or is hesitating to.

"Anyway, where were we?" Yuna asked, inching closer to me again. She was only about three feet away from me right now.

"Uh... how was –"

"How was work in the Archives," Sullyoon finished for me.

"Yeah. Right," Yuna said. She seemed confused, like she didn't know how to proceed further. Before I can ask her though, she continued, "Shall we have a quick break? You mentioned drinks before, didn't you?" Her voice sounded urgent, almost panicked. 

"Yeah. Are you okay, Yuna?" I asked, leaning in closer, and to my surprise, she leaned back. I had expected her to stand her ground, or lean closer, with all the flirtatious energy she's been exuding — and yet, she leaned away from me. Weird — I thought. And weirder still, her cheeks were flushed red, it wasn't visible at a distance, but up close, her cheeks were fluctuating from porcelain white to rosy red. Was that even possible to change hues that quickly?

"I just... need a drink."

She's clearly not okay, something's bothering her — but I decided not to press and risk upsetting her.

"What do you have?" Yuna asked.

"Uh... chocolate? If that's okay with you?" I replied.

Yuna nodded tentatively, "Yeah. That's fine with me."

"Sullyoon?" I turned towards Sullyoon who was now staring back at the mid afternoon sun.

"I'm fine," the girl replied without even glancing back at me.

"Alright, a cup of chocolate for you and me then," I told Yuna whose smile seemed forced. I stood up to walk towards the kitchen leaving the two ladies on the couch while I wondered if something went wrong.

I started to heat a pitcher of water before taking two mugs from my overhead counter. I pulled the drawers beside the sink, the sound unnecessarily loud amidst the awkward silence, and pulled out two packets of powdered chocolate. I opened them and poured the contents on each of the mugs when I felt a presence approach me.

"Do you like chocolate?" Yuna asked, quiet, hesitant, almost testing.

"Yeah," I nodded without looking at her. "It helps me calm down."

"Why? Do I make you anxious?" And there it is again, the flirtatious tone — the questions, even the most simple ones, that require to be answered without being threatening. "Or perhaps... nervous?" Each pause was deliberate, intentional, trying to draw out a reaction that is outside of how a normal person reacts — an opening.

"Well, it's my first time to be interviewed, like ever," I answered as I pulled two teaspoons and placed them in the mug while I wait for the water to boil.

I saw her hand grasp the kitchen counter and I felt no choice but to turn and face her. She was not smiling, her expression neutral as she scrutinizes my features. 

"You know," she whispered. "You're not so bad," she said with a smile that seemed genuine enough, I hope.

"Uh... thanks. You too, I guess," I stuttered anxiously, my heart beating in my chest and I'm sure I'm blushing — which I'm also sure Yuna can see, evident by the way her wickedly flirtatious grin returns. Game's on, and I'm back on the menu.

"You guess?" An eyebrow rose along with one side of her lips. "You guess, that I'm not bad myself?" She teased, a finger running across my arm, making goosebumps appear where her finger was.

Alright, I thought. Two can play this game. I've endured Jimin's teasing for years, and I like the girl, how bad can Shin Yuna be?

"Oh I think you're bad, Shin Yuna," I replied, meeting her gaze with the same intensity. "I think you're so bad."

Shin Yuna smiled, like she was glad for the challenge, and of course, she just ups the ante. She wrapped both arms on my neck and fully positions herself in between me and the kitchen counter. Then, she ran a finger across my jaw, to my cheek, and finally, to my lower lip.

Okay — I thought we were just flirting verbally, I didn't expect Yuna will be this intense. I didn't expect her to act.

"You know, Seren," Yuna whispered, her index finger still pressed on my lower lip, moving it like she was prying my lips open. "You're right," another whisper, lower, breathier, more dangerous. "I am bad," and with that whispered declaration, she pulled me harshly. My breath hitched as Yuna crashed her lips on mine. 

I blinked, taken aback by how fast Yuna was moving. She pried my mouth open with her tongue as she searched for mine. She tasted like wine — very expensive wine. Instinctively, I held her waist and pulled away from her, her face looked hungry as her lips chased mine.

"Fuck, you're a good kisser," Yuna moaned, cupping my cheeks to pull me back to hers. But I avoided her, pulling back to maintain distance.

"Yuna," I whispered urgently. "Sullyoon—" I turned to see that the girl was still looking out the window and staring at the sun, seemingly oblivious, or intentionally ignoring what was happening.

"Don't mind her," Yuna moaned hungrily, her eyes fixed on my lips.

"But—"

"She doesn't mind," Yuna successfully pulled me in again. Our lips crashed, the kiss sloppy, searching only the sweet taste of pleasure and nothing else.

Yuna pulled me closer until her hips rested on the kitchen counter. My hands squeezing her unnaturally thin waist.

Yuna moans, pulling me closer to her as her lips devoured mine in open mouthed kisses, her tongue invading my own. She was taken over by desire, and I admit, I was right on the edge as well — when my heater clicked, signalling that the water has boiled and forcing us to pull away. We held each other's gazes, breathing heavy and cheeks flushed.

"Uh... chocolate," I attempted to gently push her away so I can pour the water to the chocolate, but she turned her back on me and took the small heater in her hands.

"I'll do it," Yuna remarks. "You've been such a good host, it's the least I could do." She said politely, and a tad bit out of character.

"No, I'll—"

"I insist, Seren. Consider it as payment, or apology — for kissing you without your consent," the teasing smile she gave me when she looked over her shoulder hinted that she's not a hundred percent sincere with an apology, and that this is all still part of the game she's playing.

"But I won't mind kissing you again," Yuna added while making a show of slowly licking her lips. She then poured the hot water on each of our cups, and began stirring. I moved beside her, watched her stir the teaspoons counterclockwise. "You're not drugging me, aren't you?" I teased, though it was half-meant.

Yuna chuckled, "Tempting, especially with the way you kiss."

Is this girl's default setting, flirting? She has the looks for it, with a face and body that naturally exudes sex appeal. Makes me wonder how lucky, or unlucky, I am to be in my current predicament.

I turned to look at Sullyoon — who seemed to have never moved an inch. "How did you two meet?" I finally asked Yuna. "Your characters seem —"

Yuna chuckled, "Incompatible?" She offered.

"Imbalanced," I remarked. "You two seem to belong in the opposite ends of whatever spectrums you both are."

Another chuckle, like Yuna is relieving a good memory. "That means we are probably a lot more balanced than you think. Anyway, I've met her when we were young, she was always on my tail, saying that I won't get anywhere if I don't have her by my side to guide me."

"She's probably right," I replied without thinking before facing her again.

Yuna smiled, and this one was real, soft, and genuine by the way her eyes sparkled as she absently stirred. And yet, buried deeply in it was a tinge of something I can't quite place — sadness, or maybe even guilt. It was there for a split second, then vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.

"How about you, Shin Yuna?"

"Hmm?" Yuna raised her head to meet my gaze.

"What's your story?"

Another smile, another genuine one, which was also replaced by the flirty grin as fast as it appeared.

Yuna tilted her head, "Why are you curious?"

"Well," I shrugged. "You've been interviewing me the whole time, a little give and take won't hurt."

Yuna looked at my eyes as if she's searching for something. Her expression turned soft, and for a moment, she seemed like a normal college student who is abnoramlly beautiful.

"Perhaps," Yuna whispered her reply, her gaze shifting back down to my lips. "Perhaps next time, Seren Vale. Today, we ask the questions," she chuckled sweetly as she offered me a mug of chocolate.

I took the mug and had a quick sip. It tasted like chocolate, what was I expecting? Yet again, I felt a little bit light headed, which was normal — what wasn't was that I also felt momentarily dizzy. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I felt everything steady, I opened them back up and turned to Yuna.

The girl looked at me expectantly, and, seeing no change in my expression, nodded and took a sip of hers.

"Ahh. That's good," Yuna sighed. "So, shall we get back to the interview?"

"You sure you didn't drug me?" I asked, half teasing, half trying to discern if she really did.

Yuna gave a soft giggle before raising her hands and opening her palms, one thumb hooked on her mug's handle to ensure it doesn't fall. "Do you think I can hide some kind of drug with what I'm wearing right now?"

My eyes scanned her again— plunging neckline, waist hugging dress, and smooth and silky thighs — then chuckled. "You are the drug, Shin Yuna," I quipped.

"Oooh," Yuna cooed as she moved elegantly in front of me. "Are you getting addicted, Seren Vale?" She whispered, almost moaned, "because honestly, I don't mind if you do." A hand rests on my shoulder as she drank from her mug slowly, making it seem and feel like she's drinking the most expensive wine with the most expensive glass in the world.

I tried to avoid her gaze, my eyes fluttering across my room until it landed back at Sullyoon — who was still staring at the sun.

"Uh, the interview... we should... get back to it," I stuttered.

"Are you sure?" Yuna drawled, "I wouldn't mind kissing you again." She's leaning closer, her eyes fixed on my lips as the hand on my shoulder snakes around to wrap my neck. Blood rushed to my neck and I felt my shorts slowly becoming tighter.

"We should... finish before it gets dark... Night Folk..."

"We can always come back," Yuna interjected, "unless you don't want us to."

"No, that's not what I—"

Yuna giggles like a kid who just got out of bullying another kid. "I'm just teasing you, Seren," her hand around my neck pulls away. "So, finish the interview before dark, right?"

I nodded, all tension leaving my body like I've been doused with a bucket of ice water. I then gestured towards the couch, "Ladies' first."

"Why, thank you," Yuna giggled and did a curt bow before walking back, setting the mug on the desk, and taking a seat on my couch. Sullyoon seemed to have awoken from her trance and raised her notepad and pen as I sat back down, setting the mug at the desk beside Yuna's.

"Shall we continue?" Sullyoon asked, and I nodded.

"So, uhm..." Yuna stuttered — which I found a bit odd. "Are you comfortable of... relieving back that night when the Riders of the Hunt raided the Archives?"

I nodded, and Sullyoon asked first, "Can you... walk us through that night?"

"Well," I began, "it seemed like any normal shift when Jimin and I clocked in. Dark halls, darker aisles, I mean — it's essentially a library, people go there to read, and it's not good to read when it's dark —"

Sullyoon chuckled while Yuna's expectant smile remained unwavering.

"Anyway," I continued, "after a few hours in, these... men — for at the time, they looked like one — entered the Archives —"

"Didn't the huntresses enter first?" Sullyoon interjected.

This girl — well these girls — didn't want me to catch a break, do they? Yuna hits me with her not so subtle seduction while Sullyoon grills me with almost clinical perfection that would make Detective Kang Seulgi proud.

"Well, yeah —"

"They're your classmates too, right?" Sullyoon followed.

"Uh-huh."

"Why were they at the Archives?"

"At that moment, I didn't know," I lied, I can't just tell them that they were originally sent by Seulgi to watch and protect me against Joohyun. "It was only when we talked after the incident that they said their Wild Instinct, this feeling that they get —"

"— when they need to do something, it compels them even," Sullyoon completes for me.

"Yeah, that one," I responded. "They felt they needed to be at the Archives that night — which, after what happened, they probably were."

"And you truly don't have prior knowledge that the three ladies —" Yuna began.

"— Hwang Yeji, Shin Ryujin, and Lee Chaeryoung —" Sullyoon added.

"— are actually werebeast huntresses?" Yuna finished.

I shook my head, not trusting my mouth to answer otherwise it would be too obvious that I'm lying.

"Well," Sullyoon turns to Yuna who meets her gaze, "that matches with the official statement."

"You don't believe it?" I asked.

"Piece of advice, Seren," Yuna looked back at me. "Do not trust everything that's being said whenever the Night Folk are involved, there is always something hidden underneath," she replied, her voice uncharacteristically low, like she's genuinely trying to warn me.

"Does that apply to you as well?" I followed, knowing all too well she's going to beat me.

"Why?" Yuna moved, the seductress coming out of her again as she closed the gap between us until she was as close as we were when she pulled me in for the kiss. "Do you think Seol and I are Night Folk?"

I swallowed a lump on my throat, my eyes were focused on Yuna who was fixated on my lips.

"Yuna—" Sullyoon called, her voice low, cautious, almost like a gentle warning.

Yuna giggled and leaned away but otherwise kept her body close to me. "Sorry, Seol," she kept giggling as she turned her gaze to Sullyoon. "I can't help it, he's such a good kisser."

Sullyoon rolled her eyes like she's used to this, which prompted me to ask. "Is she always like this?"

"What? Sexy? Hot? Irresistable?" Yuna quips back, inching closer with every word she said.

"I told you we don't usually get to interview men," Sullyoon answered. "She's probably just —" Sullyoon sighed wearily, as if giving up on trying to find a word to describe her partner.

"Even among the girls and boys I kissed, Seren is a cut above the rest, Seol," Yuna giggled again. "I think I might get addicted to him before he gets addicted to me," she rests her head on the couch's backrest, staring at me with those hungry eyes that asks — no, demands, for something akin to an intimate release.

Yuna reached forward with a finger that once again stroked my lower lip. I recoiled back, reached for my mug of chocolate, and took a big sip, earning another flirty giggle from Shin Yuna.

"So, let's go to the 'men', who actually turned out to be Riders of the Wild Hunt," Yuna leaned back and thankfully, scooted back a bit, allowing a little bit of space to breathe air that doesn't smell like it wants to engulf me.

"Uhm... yeah... them..." I said, putting my now quarter-full mug back at the desk. "Jimin was the first to notice something wrong. The way they stood, hunched, like their coats were covering them. And speaking of coats, they were too long now that I think about it —"

"Did they say why they were there?" Sullyoon asked.

I have to align with the official statement Seulgi released — I thought. "Official statements say they were probably after some artifact or codex of some kind."

"Official statements?" Sullyoon observed, "So is there an 'unofficial statement'?"

Shit — the girl's good. She sees gaps in my logic like a pro, and I now racked my brain to search for a reply they'll be satisfied with.

"They approached you and your partner," Yuna stated. "Did they talk to you? Asked for what they want?"

"Uh... yeah," I awkwardly stuttered. "Jimin was the one who mainly talked to them," I felt bad roping Jimin in this interview, but I need a way out, and I know she'll understand — hopefully.

"That's how we usually do it, Jimin talks, and if the clients need to be guided along the Archives' Halls, I do it. It's like a... delegation of tasks." It was half true, which made me hope I was at the very least half convincing.

The girls nodded. Sullyoon looked back at her notes, scribbling something meticulously. Yuna on the other hand, eyed me curiously, her head tilted at an angle. It seemed like she felt — no, she knew, that I was lying — and that made my heart race in my chest.

"Keep going, please," Sullyoon's voice, soothingly deep for a girl's, cuts through my thoughts.

"Uh, right. Well, as Jimin was talking to them, the huntresses suddenly appeared behind me, they talked for a bit, something about protecting something I can't quite understand —" I wasn't going to tell them it was me, "— and then the man drew a green blade and Lee Chaeryoung became a cat — a big cat — and hell broke loose, it took everything from me and Jimin just to navigate the Archives' aisles to avoid the Riders and the huntresses."

"What did you feel —" Yuna whispered as she edged closer again, her hands rested on the back rest. She reached slowly, stroking the cushion almost sensually until a finger rests on my shoulder. My breath hitched — and Shin Yuna grinned.

"What did you feel, when the battle started?" It didn't feel like a question, it felt like an ultimatum — like Yuna was counting down before she does something that would blow my mind.

"I, uh... panicked, I guess. It's not every day you'll get roped in a battle between two groups of Night Folk," I'm sweating now, and Yuna can see it — and she revels in it.

"What was going on in your mind?" She moves closer, rising on one knee so that her bare neck was leveled with my eyes, and when I glance down, her chest exposed by her plunging neckline.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her body which she seemed to be offering to me in a silver platter as I answered, "Survival... Jimin's survival. I was thinking that it's fine if I would die if only Jimin would survive," I replied breathily, blood rushing up my cheeks and down my shorts. The room seemed to grow smaller — only me and Yuna's body in front of me, ready to be devoured and ravaged

"This... Jimin," Yuna whispered, leaning down close to my ear that I can feel her breath on my neck, making me close my eyes as I shivered.

"Are you both... dating?" The question was asked so softly that it felt like a threat.

"Yuna —" Sullyoon called, her voice hopeful that Yuna will listen, but has resigned herself should she doesn't otherwise.

"No, we're not —"

"Good," and Shin Yuna crashed her lips once again on mine. She swung a smooth thigh over me and straddled me, her arms slinging around my neck and wrapping around my head to hold me in place.

"Wait, Shin Yuna —" my protests sounded right at the edge of moaning as Yuna moved down my neck, her tongue planting wet swipes upon it as she slowly grind her hips on my now tightening pants. 

"Sullyoon —" I glanced at Sullyoon. The girl sighed, closed her eyes, and dipped her head in resignation. What was that reaction? Does this happen often? Does Yuna jump on every interviewee they have?

Sullyoon seemed to sense my question when she faced me, "She does this sometimes," the way she said it made it clear that even if it was just sometimes, she was tired of it.

"But only to those I really like," Yuna giggled as she sucked my neck lightly. "And Seren feels and tastes so good," Yuna drawled and placed a long and slow stroke of her tongue from the base of my neck to the back of my ear, making me moan involuntarily. "Fuck — Yuna... I..."

"Like it?" Yuna whispers directly in my ear. "I know you do, I can feel it in my core." And right as she said that, she gave her hips a slow and deep roll,  — and my hips bucked upwards, yearning for more friction.

"He's big, Seol," Yuna breathed as she moved her hips, my hands instinctively gripping her waist. Sullyoon turned her head towards the window and absently stared at the sun again. Is this girl serious? Is she really just gonna ignore this happen right in front of her?

Yuna giggled, "Keep that facade up, Seol. But I think Seren would break your streak."

"What streak?" I asked as Yuna slowly climbed down my body.

Another giggle came from Yuna's lips, "She always tries to ignore me when I do this, but I know she likes it, gets off of it even," and at that, Shin Yuna pulls my shorts off of me, revealing my now half hard length.

"Shit, Seol —" Yuna exclaimed, kneeling and grabbing my shaft as if she's worshipping it. "I think I might really get addicted to Seren." She stared with wide eyes, giving a few tentative strokes which made my breath hitched. 

My eyes were on Sullyoon though. The girl gazed at the now orange sky, her eyes were not in the room — but her other senses were — and it makes her react albeit involuntarily. Her cheeks were slowly building a slight flush, her breathing gradually growing heavier, and her back arching unnaturally, emphasizing her modest chest.

"Shit —" I exclaimed as Yuna suddenly took me in her mouth. Sullyoon jumped in her seat and turned, our eyes met, then hers dipped. She looked at Yuna whose head was bobbing on my crotch. The amount of distance she had to cover in order to accommodate me in her mouth seemed to shock Sullyoon.

I noticed her throat swallow a lump as she stared as Yuna took half of me, her mouth stretching as I poked at her throat. Her breathing grows heavier as she can't seem to find the will to look away. She squirmed, pressing and rubbing her thighs together, her left hand slowly crumples the notepad she held while her right — which rested on her thigh — slowly moved higher. 

I watched her hand travel up her smooth thigh until she moved it under her skirt. She moved deeper, slow, hesitant, tentative — until her back arched, her head whipped back, and a moan involuntarily escaped her lips.

I heard Yuna giggle as she released me with a pop. She kept stroking my shaft as she turned to see Seol YoonAh touching herself while she blows me.

"Finally," Yuna cooed, grinning like she won some kind of award. "Just let go, my dear friend. Let go and enjoy the show," and she turned to face me, winked, and without breaking eye contact, sank her mouth back on my length.

"Fuck, Yuna," I whipped my head back, my hand flying towards the back of her head. I looked back at her, her eyes were closed as she took about three quarters of my cock in her mouth. I can hear her resist gagging, her tongue swirling on the underside of my shaft as she makes sloppy slurping noises.

I turned towards Sullyoon, she has now discarded her notepad. Her hand now groped her left breast, kneading it hard as her hips grind in rhythm with her hand in between her thighs.

The sight was so erotic, Shin Yuna on her knees, sucking me off like her life depended on it, and Sullyoon on my couch, fingering herself while watching her partner gag on my cock.

And Yuna — fuck, Yuna's blowjob felt so good. She knows what she's doing, knows when to apply the right sucking pressure, knows when to lick the underside of my shaft or the tip — and she takes me so well. By this time she has fully adjusted to my length, her nose meeting my pelvis everytime she bobs down, her mouth creating a tight seal that makes my hips thrust upward every time she sucks my cock up.

Yuna then opened her eyes and looked at me with those same eyes that has been seducing me all afternoon. But this time there was something different, there was hunger and need yes — but also, surrender. She's surrendering herself to the pleasure I give her. She's surrendering herself to me.

Suddenly, a soft hitch came from the opposite side. I glanced at Sullyoon, her hand now moving erratically between her thighs. "Hnnngggghh..." the girl whimpered, seemingly trying to fight back the wave of pleasure that is soon to come — but alas, it's a losing battle.

Sullyoon's eyes roll to the back of her head which whipped back as she stifled a long and low moan. Her body rolled and squirmed as her thighs clamped down on her hand as she came hard. Her body folded and crumpled as she rode her high, a little bit of resistance still evident in her body.

The sight pushed me to my limits and without warning, I slammed Yuna's mouth on my cock and with a short grunt — released my seed inside her mouth. Yuna took it all all while resisting the urge to gag, swallowing and never letting a single drop out from the tight seal her mouth made. 

Then, as Sullyoon slowly settled down in her seat, Yuna pulls out from my cock, her mouth closed tightly, some of my seed still inside her. Confused, I watched her stand and make her way towards Sullyoon.

Sullyoon, as confused as I am and with her mind still hazy from her orgasm, looked up at Yuna. She asked breathily, "What are you —"

Then to both our surprise, Yuna took Sullyoon's head by her chin, leaned down, and kissed her. Sullyoon opened her mouth, her eyes blinking so fast in surprise and confusion. I then saw some of my cum drip down Sullyoon's chin. Fuck - Shin Yuna is something else.

My slowly hardening cock immediately hardened once again once I saw Sullyoon's throat swallow my cum that Yuna transferred. Yuna pulled away from Sullyoon with a sweet smile, she ran her fingers on her chin, collecting the white substance that dripped down and inserted her finger inside of Sullyoon's mouth who unconsciously sucks on it.

"He tastes good, right, Seol?" Yuna giggled.

Sullyoon only answered with blinks as she stared at Yuna, her face a mix of bewilderment, surprise, and... surrender? She looked like she wanted more, and Yuna is obviously going to deliver.

"Don't worry, show's not over yet."

Yuna then turned back to face me. She sauntered until she's standing right in front of me, her eyes never leaving my twitching cock. She then met my gaze, and once she's sure that she had all my attention — she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pulling them down until her chest was bare for me to see. Her tits were small but pert, her nipples however, stood hard and inviting. 

Yuna then pushed her dress lower, shimmying past her slim waist and the flair of her hips. She bent over, her face looking at me with an expression that says she's ready to be ruined right in front of her friend. She stood up to reveal red lace panties. 

"Like what you see, Seren?" She asked, putting a hand on her hips which only accentuated that impossibly thin waist. I can only nod in reply while I swallow a lump in my throat.

"How about you, Seol?" She glanced at her shoulder. Sullyoon leaned on the couch, her hand once again moving slowly in between her thighs.

Yuna giggled, "I can't wait any longer." She straddled my lap, one hand braced on my chest as she pulled her panties aside. Her pussy was dripping — literally — a few drops of her slick juices dripped down the tip of my cock as Yuna slowly rubbed her entrance.

"Fuck, that's big," Yuna moaned and slowly, excruciatingly, she sank down.

Three moans echoed inside my room, mine, Yuna's, and Sullyoon's.

"You're stretching me, Seren." Yuna moaned as she adjusted on top of me, my hand on her waist as I tried to guide her. She was not as tight as Chaeryoung, but she was so wet that my cock just slides freely in and out of her.

She looked back at Sullyoon, "she's stretching me like I've never been stretched before, Seol. And he's going to fill me up later too."

Those words triggered something in my mind. I took hold of Yuna's ass earning a surprised yelp from her. My hips began thrusting upward, hard and fast as I slammed Yuna down my cock. The fact that Sullyoon was watching with a hand between her thighs only made me pounded Yuna harder.

"FUCK, SEREN! DON'T FUCKING STOP!" Yuna wailed. She then pulled my head to her chest, leading me to a hardened nub that just begs to be sucked.

"Hnnggh — shit! I... never felt... this good... before," Yuna moaned in between screams. "Can you see, Seol? Can you... see... how he's... stretching... and... fuck — filling me up — shit that's good — AHHHH!" Yuna's head suddenly whipped back and her pussy started to convulse and tighten.

"I'm cumming! You're making me cum so fast, Seren! Shit — FUUUCCK!" I slammed her down hard in time with a powerful thrust upward, I felt her walls tighten and constrict around me, trying to milk me and it took all my strength not to bust inside her. Yuna's hand pulled at my hair yet I managed to keep sucking her nipple. 

Yuna squirmed and writhed on top of me as she rode her orgasm. At the opposite couch, I heard another whimper from Sullyoon, she probably came again, though I can't see as Yuna kept my mouth sucking on her nipple.

Yuna finally let go of me. She leaned down, pressing her forehead on mine as she grind slowly on top of me. I can feel her wetness dripping down my balls and presumably down to the carpet below.

"That was..." Yuna panted.

"Fucking amazing," I finished, panting in rhythm with her.

"I never came that fast nor that hard before," Yuna confessed before catching my lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored mine, swirling inside my mouth, and spreading the taste of chocolate.

She pulled away, eyes gazing upon mine like she didn't want this to end, and frankly,  neither do I. Her pussy felt so good, it felt like it was made to naturally accommodate my cock. I knew that no matter how many times we have sex, we won't get tired of each other — and Yuna knew it too — and that makes it dangerous.

Yuna then slowly pulled off of me. I was about to utter my disappointment when she leaned in and whispered in the most seductively conspiratorial tone, "Fuck me in front of Seol."

My cock twitched, "aren't we already doing that?" I whispered back.

Yuna grinned and giggled. She turned back and slowly made her way towards Sullyoon — who was panting heavily from her recent orgasm. Her hand is still in between her thighs but the other one grasped at the armrest with white knuckles.

Yuna walked and leaned towards her, planting both hands on the armrest, one on top of Sullyoon's own. "He's gonna ruin me, Seol," Yuna whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Seren's gonna ruin me right in front of you."

I didn't see Sullyoon's reaction because I was focused on Yuna's ass spread in front of me as she bent over. She gave it a little wiggle — an invitation — and I'm cordially accepting.

I stood up and walked towards Yuna's inviting ass. I gave it a quick slap, earning a cute yelp, a moan, and more wiggling and shaking of her ass. I took hold of her waist, and without any ado, slammed right inside her again.

"Ahhh!" Yuna moaned loudly. "He's so deep, Seol," Yuna's eyes never left Sullyoon's as her tight and wet heat enveloped my cock again.

I began a steady pace as Yuna dirty talked right in front of Sullyoon — spilling all manner of filthy words which only served to fuel my arousal.

"Fuck, Seol... he's so deep... I can... feel him... ahhh! I can feel him... hit me... fuck! I'm cumming again! Ahhh!" Her pussy convulsed and tightened around me again. My mind went blank as I felt my cock being choked by her pussy, yet I powered through, fucking Yuna as she orgasms in my grasp.

"He's fucking me... so good... Seol!" Yuna was now screaming, yet she still locked Sullyoon's eyes on hers. "I never felt... like this... before... I know... shit, that's deep... I know... you know... know... you can... see it..."

Sullyoon was quiet all the time, yet I can hear her soft moans as she fingered herself while her partner is getting fucked hard in front of her.

"Fuck, Seol! I love this cock! One day maybe — shit! One day — ahhh! One day — I'll share him with you!" Yuna moaned, and those words once again awakened something in my brain.

I grabbed a handful of Yuna's hair and pulled, breaking their eye contact and transfering it to me. Sullyoon and I held each other's gaze as Yuna screamed while my hips clapped her ass.

Sullyoon's eyes were half-lidded, filled with hesitant desire. She wants it as well, but something within her resists — but seeing her partner in the heights of ecstacy right in front of her seemed to awaken something within her, something she kept locking up but now wants to break free.

I felt the familiar pressure in my core as I kept pounding on Yuna, her screams muffled as another orgasm crashes on to her. Nothing seemed to matter but Sullyoon's eyes on mine, pleading but unsure whatever it is she wants to plead for. Whether it is to stop and lock her desires back inside her, or release it and take what she wants.

Her body answers for her, and as Yuna twitches violently as she cums, Sullyoon's eyes roll and her head whips back, a sharp gasp and a silent scream signalled her orgasm. The sight was a paradox, her innocent face cumming so erotically pushed me to the edge and with one last hard thrust, I exploded inside Yuna. 

My hand on her hair pulls back to her waist as I gave her a few shallow pumps before finally pulling out. My legs nearly gave way and I had to stumble backward and take a seat lest I fall on my ass on the carpet.

Yuna however, stood straight, her legs spread and her eyes locks back on Sullyoon. She then places a hand between her thighs, scoops up our combined juices that are spilling out of her, and takes it in her mouth.

I saw Sullyoon's eyes widen in both surprise, shock, and... more arousal? She swallowed a lump in her throat as Yuna giggled.

"That was fun, wasn't it, Seol?" Yuna sing-songed. Before Sullyoon can answer, Yuna turns to me. "Is there a bathroom I can use to freshen up?"

"Yeah, right there," I panted, pointing at the door of the bathroom across the hall.

Yuna giggled again, walked towards me and leaned in for a quick peck in the lips. She winked before walking towards the bathroom, her hips swaying like she's inviting me to follow her.

When the bathroom doors closed, I turned to Sullyoon who leaned against the couch. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed against her porcelain skin, and her hand wet with her slick. Her shirt was a crumpled mess, particularly the area by her left breast. The couch underneath her was soaked, her orgasms creating a wide and wet patch — well, that's better than claw marks I suppose.

"I'm... sorry," Sullyoon whispered as she straightened up and tried to tidy herself as much as she can. "I got... carried away," she avoided my gaze, head dipped in embarrassment.

"Was that... the first time it happened?" I asked, grabbing my shorts and putting them on in respect to Sullyoon.

"No, like I said, Yuna sometimes does that —"

"Not Yuna," I clarified. "You. Was it the first time you..." I hesitated, not sure if I was intruding on her private thoughts.

"Touched myself? No," Sullyoon answered with a faint, almost imperceptible, smile on her lips, "But it was the first time I did while Yuna..." she drifted off with a sigh, but I still got what she was saying. It was the first time she touched herself while Yuna was having sex in her presence.

"Why are you with her, though?" I asked in genuine concern and curiosity. "She seems like a bad influence... no offense meant."

To my surprise, Sullyoon actually chuckles, a light and soft sound that gave me butterflies in my stomach and my heart fluttered for a moment. "She is a bad influence. But someone has to rein her in, or else she'll wreak havoc wherever she goes."

"You can barely hold her back," I quipped to which she replied with another chuckle.

"That's better than having no one hold her back," Sullyoon answered, her gaze wandering back to the window, the sky casting an orange glow to the west, yet the night sky is slowly dominating the east.

"Touchè. But you still didn't answer my question."

"Which question?" Sullyoon turned to face me again.

"Why are you still with her? Why do you still keep up with her, even knowing that you'll struggle to keep her in check?"

Sullyoon dipped her head, her eyes wandering at the carpet and the floorboards. She then took a big breath and met my gaze. "You seem like a good guy, a great guy even, Seren. You have the trust and confidence of three huntresses, as far as I know – a noteworthy feat —"

"That still doesn't answer my question, YoonAh," Sullyoon flinched at my use of her real name.

Then a smile, soft and warm, crept on her face. "Perhaps... perhaps I can trust you," she whispered.

"Trust me with what?"

"The truth..." Sullyoon fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her eyes darting around again as she avoids my gaze.

"What truth?"

Sullyoon hesitated for half a heartbeat, a heartbeat that felt like an eternity.

"You see, Seren —"

And the bathroom doors opened. Yuna, still naked except for her red lace panties sauntered back to us. "I was waiting for you inside, Seren," she teased as she bent over to pick up her dress. "Was hoping for a quick round three," she added, giggling as she put her dress back on.

"Yuna, I—" I wasn't able to finish what I was about to say because Yuna straddled me again and planted a long and deep kiss to my lips.

She pulled away, and to my surprise, she was smiling genuinely. "It's... a shame... but we have to go..." Yuna whispered, and she seemed like she really didn't want to go.

I nodded, "Yeah. It's getting dark," I whispered back.

Yuna pulled away and stood, "Anyway, interview wasn't over though. I'd like to schedule another one with you, if you don't mind," she said, and if the insinuation wasn't yet clear in her voice, she then added, "and during the next time, maybe Seol can play a more... active role."

Sullyoon remained silent as she packed her notepad and pen inside her bag.

"Wouldn't you like that, Seol?" Yuna asked teasingly.

Sullyoon whipped her head innocently at Yuna, "Huh? What?"

Yuna giggled, "No use playing coy, sweetheart. I knew you loved it, and next time, I'll make sure you'll join us."

The conversation should have been uncomfortable, but all I could think of was the truth that Sullyoon was about to tell me. Curiosity was killing me but I gathered that she can't say it in front of Yuna. So against my urges, I bit back what I wanted to say and opted to wait for a better chance to ask her.

"Anyway, Seren," Yuna turned back at me. "We're going, it's been a... productive... interview," she extended a hand towards me, bent elegantly at an angle while she tilted her head.

I stood up and took her hand, "Yeah, I guess —"

Yuna pulled me in and wrapped her arms around my neck, my hands instinctively catching her waist. "And thank you, Seren," she whispered breathily, goosebumps forming in my nape as she did.

Yuna pulled away as Sullyoon stood. "We'll get going now, before it gets too dark." Yuna walked towards the door, Sullyoon however, paused in front of me. Our eyes locked, a silent conversation forming — next time, next time she'll tell me the truth she wanted to say.

I nodded once to her, conveying that I understand her thoughts. Sullyoon smiled and followed Yuna who just finished wearing her heels. I stood at the the edge of the hallway while Sullyoon wore her boots.

Once she did, both girls looked at me, both girls wearing smiles that were hiding a certain melancholy I can't read.

"Bye for now, Seren," Yuna said as Sullyoon opened the door and exited first, her silence a lot more disarming than usual. "Seol will come to you to schedule our... next session," and with another teasing giggle, Yuna followed Sullyoon outside. The door closed, the knob clicked, and I was left with more questions than the ones Yuna and Sullyoon asked.

...................

Night has fallen and the winds were cold. I opened my window and shivered as the cold breeze pricked my skin. I scanned the rooftops, no big cats as far as I can see. I wondered if Yeji and her team are still on night duty for us or another team was given that assignment.

My thoughts drifted towards Yuna and Sullyoon, specifically the part where Sullyoon was about to tell me a "truth". What could it be? Was it that they were Night Folk? If they are, then which of the Night Races? They could easily pass as vampires or fae, but Yuna's demeanor also fits that of succubi, though Sullyoon doesn't — and Night Folk tend to stick with their own kind. A partnership between two different Night Races seem improbable. The more I think about it, the more confusing it gets.

A soft knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts. Who could it be at this time of night? One of the huntresses perhaps? I'd welcome Yeji and Chaeryoung, they can be insightful and reliable and would take me more seriously than say, Ryujin, whose chaotic nature would probably make things worse. Chaeryoung said Ryujin can be mature if she wants to, but that seems as unreliable as my ability to refuse sex.

With a sigh, I closed my window and walked to my door. I opened and was genuinely surprised, standing at the threshold was a petite lady, dressed in a familiar white dress. Her ethereal face smiled at me like a friend she hasn't seen for a while — which for everything that happened in a few days, it did felt like months had passed since we saw each other.

"Hi, Seren!" The Pale Princess, heiress of the Verrathi Coven, Bae Joohyun, greeted me warmly.

"Joohyun!" I exclaimed, "it's been what, a week?"

Joohyun chuckled, "Four days. You make it sound like ages."

"Well it feels like it."

"I'm two thousand years old, Seren Vale. I know what ages feel like." Joohyun smirked, the expression previously cold and threatening, now warm, friendly, and inviting. "Aren't you going to let me in?" She asked with a teasing look.

I raised my eyebrow, "Is that thing true? That you vampires can't enter a house without the owner's permission?"

Joohyun narrowed her eyes, the cold threat returning briefly, making me flinch. But before I could make a fool of myself by letting her in, she laughed, loud, hearty, and genuine. "I'm just messing with you. That rule only applies to lesser vampires and young higher vampires. A two millennia old noble like me..." and to prove her point, she crosses the threshold of my door without any problems, "can bypass that rule entirely," she says to me with a smile.

I gave a light chuckle while closing the door. "Your age doesn't excuse you having only one type of clothing in your wardrobe," I teased, earning a disapproving look from Joohyun as she walked towards my living room.

"Says the guy who also wears the same thing everytime," Joohyun quips back.

"They have different prints and colors, in my defense. You're just, white robe today and another white robe tommorow with probably a denim jacket over it. What are you? Two thousand years old?"

Joohyun laughed again, "Shut up, Vale, or else I'll drain you dry."

"You can't hurt me, you know that. Blood Oath and everything."

"Don't make me regret doing it."

"I'll make you regret it for another two thousand years."

We both laughed, the sounds lifting me up and making me forget my worries momentarily.

We reached my living room and Joohyun once again stifled a laugh.

"What now?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Those couches need replacing," Joohyun giggles as she points to my patched up couches.

"I don't exactly have the money to. And they have sentimental value —"

Joohyun scoffed, "Spoken like a true broke college guy."

"I am a true broke college guy," I quipped back.

"Good thing you're embracing it," she bites back.

"Ouch."

Joohyun should have laughed at that, I think — but she didn't. Instead, her eyes suddenly flashed red, her expression turned serious as her eyes scanned the desk by my couch. She approached it slowly, then ran a finger across the surface. She then lifted the finger up, and that's when I noticed it, dust, glistening as it reflected the light from my room.

"Okay fine. I'm sorry. I should've cleaned up better, no need to be so hostile. Didn't thought you were a germaphobe," I joked, but Joohyun remained serious.

"Was anybody here with you today?" She asked, low and cautious, her eyes red as she scanned me.

"Yeah." I said, growing a lot more nervous as I slowly built up a cold sweat.

"Who?" Joohyun followed flatly.

"A... uh... schoolmate... they asked for an interview about the attack on the Archives."

"They? More than one?" Joohyun queried, her voice gradually growing colder and lower.

I felt the temperature drop, it was already cold outside, Joohyun was making it colder inside. "Yeah. Two of them. What is it, Joohyun? You're scaring me."

"This," she reached and gave me a closer look of her index finger. It still glittered, but it didn't look like dust anymore — dust does not glitter and sparkle. "This — is faerie dust. Whoever it was that you were with – was a fae."

The world seemed to zoom and spin. It was always at the back of our heads — the possibility that Yuna and Sullyoon were Night Folk. And now, Bae Joohyun just confirmed it. I should be angry, but instead, my thoughts went back to Sullyoon, was this the truth she wanted to say? Or just part of it? I thought back to a statement Yuna said, that there is always something hidden underneath when it comes to the Night Folk, and I can't help but think the same now. 

And that's when I realized, it was my Wild Instinct speaking. It is saying that there's more to it than what Joohyun just confirmed — and I've resolved myself in finding out what it is.

"You're surprised," Joohyun observes. "But... not afraid," she adds, shooting me a curious look.

"If they wanted me dead, I would be dead already," I replied. "Why interview me?"

"Probe for weakness? The thrill of the hunt? A whim? Only they know. What's important to know is who holds their allegiance." Joohyun inspected both my couches slowly, her eyes a swirling blood red, "Your couch is full of these dust," she noted silently.

I took a seat by the kitchen counter, "What do you mean by allegiance?"

Joohyun moves to the other couch, "We should find out if they serve Orion or Oberon," she replies, dragging a finger across the newly sewn patches.

"What diferrence would that make?"

"If it's Oberon — the fae king — he's probably probing for any motives as to why Orion is after you. If it's Orion, then —" she didn't need to finish her statement. If Yuna and Sullyoon were serving Orion, they were surely probing for weakness, assessing when they can launch another attack to take me.

Joohyun then took the cup I drank from and inspected it thoroughly. "Who drank from this cup?" She asked.

"I did."

"It's full of faerie dust," she remarked dryly. Joohyun then turned towads me, "How are you feeling? Were there any times when you felt weird during this interview? Any lapses in your memory?" She placed the cup on the counter then cupped my cheeks and inspected my face, "Your face is full of it as well. Are you alright?" Her concern was making me concerned, anxious, and afraid. I remembered when Yuna blew on my face, saying something was in my eyes. I also remembered when she volunteered to stir our chocolates for us — was it then that she spiked my cup with faerie dust?

Joohyun snapped at me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh. Yeah. I'm okay. I felt a little dizzy at times during the interview, twice to be honest — one of it when I drank from that cup."

"And you... only felt dizzy? Nothing else?" Joohyun scrutinized and I nodded.

"Huh," the Pale Princess nodded. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"What do you mean by that?" I frowned.

Joohyun let my face go, "You were resistant to our vampiric charm. I think it's also logical that you're resistant to faerie dust as well," she states. I was about to celebrate a little when she added, "Which means either Orion or Oberon now know about this if those girls reported it already."

My world twisted for a bit, "But if it's Oberon —"

"Then he'll want to know what you are, regardless of Orion's intentions. A human apparently immune to faerie dust will be of interest to him — to all fae to be honest —"

"— and a threat," I completed.

Joohyun nodded.

I thought of Yuna and Sullyoon — who do they serve? Would they report what I am? Or have they already reported what I am?

I then faced Joohyun, my voice was a mix of anxiety, nervousness, and fear, "What... what should I do?"

Before Joohyun could answer, my phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket and my expression brightened at the name that came out — Yu Jimin — and a video call as well.

"Jimin?" Joohyun picked up on my giddyness. Her expression lightened when I nodded yet the wariness in her body remained by the way she tensed.

"Answer her, quickly. She would want to hear about this," Joohyun instructed.

I turned, took the empty cup and propped my phone upon it, making sure that Joohyun can be seen in the frame before accepting the call — and my jaw nearly dropped. Jimin was lounging on her couch — in only a camisole top, her cleavage threatening to spill out of the measly fabric, and black panties.

Speechless, Joohyun spoke for me, "Hi Jimin! Looking provacative, aren't we?" The vampire teased.

Jimin jumped from the couch and had her face closer to the phone's camera, surprised that it was Joohyun who greeted her. "Wha—? Joohyun? Hi! Wait — what are you doing at Seren's apartment?"

Joohyun chuckled, "Well, just paying my friends a visit. I was going to come over to you after I'm done with Seren, but —"

"How are you? We've never seen you in ages! How are things at the coven? Are you coming back to school?" The barrage of questions earned a hearty laugh from Joohyun.

"One question at a time, Yu Jimin. I'm fine. As for things at the coven," she sighed wearily, "things didn't turn the way I wanted it to. Father ruled in favor of my brother — that the attack on the Archives and my involvement in it were all personal. Which means we can't rely on the full strength of my father's Blood Knights nor my brother's Moon Guard —"

"Only you and your Death Dealers can assist us, huh," Jimin nodded solemnly.

"That's better than nothing," I quipped.

"Oh. Finally found your voice?" Joohyun teased.

I blushed as Jimin asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, Seren here was speechless seeing you lounged at your couch wearing almost nothing," the bluntness in Joohyun's tone made both Jimin and I blush.

"Can we get to the topic at hand?" I said, trying to divert the conversation.

"Which one?" Joohyun asked. "Jimin's or yours?"

"Jimin's first," I said before Jimin can speak. "I think mine needs more time to talk about so —"

"You're making me nervous," Jimin spoke quietly.

"Just... tell me quickly what the meeting at the Archives was about, then I'll tell you how Yuna's interview went."

"Yuna, huh." Joohyun muttered  seriously beside me, "So that's her name..."

Jimin hesitated for a couple of seconds before sighing, "Alright. Archives management decided to shuffle the partners of its part timers —"

"Wait — what?" I asked in surprise. "Does that mean —?"

"Yeah. We're not partnered anymore," Jimin confirmed, making me slump my shoulders in disbelief.

"I know. I get it, Seren," Jimin said, unspoken words immediately understood as we made eye contact through the screen.

"Then who—?" I began.

"We swap partners with Minjeong and Yizhuo," Jimin answered before I finished my question. "Minjeong and I, and you and Yizhuo."

I nodded as I thought deeply. I've seen Yizhuo before, but never really interacted with her much. But since she and Minjeong got along fine, I figured it won't be that difficult to adjust. But still — the shifts are usually the only times me and Jimin get some time alone, and it's a bummer to have that taken away.

"Wait—" I started. "What happens to our shift tommorow?" 

"Well," Jimin pursed her lips cutely before answering. "Tommorow's shift will be you and Yizhuo."

I heard myself sigh. I was looking forward to spending the shift with Jimin, stealing glances and touches and uttering sweet nothings. Well — I guess if I wanted to keep my scholarship I'll have to suck this up – Jimin and I can just find another way to meet up.

"Any more questions?" Jimin asked, still pursing her lips so cutely that she looked like a smiling cat.

I shook my head.

"Then your turn. Spill, what happened with Yuna's interview?" Jimin asked as she shifted in her seat, a strap of her top slipping down her shoulder, and it took all my willpower not to be distracted by the fact that she was not wearing a bra.

"Well, it went well enough —" I began.

"This Yuna's a fae." Joohyun casually cuts me off. I closed my eyes while Jimin's widened in concern.

"I was trying to ease into it, Bae Joohyun," I glared at the vampire in frustration who returned it with a blank gaze.

"I don't understand why you didn't start with that." Joohyun shrugged expectantly.

"Yes, Seren!" Jimin exclaimed in concern. "You should have started with that! Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"

Oh, they did something alright — but I can't tell her everything — specifically, the sex. "Well, I guess they tried drugging me with faerie dust —"

"What?!" Jimin took the phone in her hands and pushed her face closer to her camera. "Are you – are you okay? Do you remember everything—?"

"He's fine, Jimin," Joohyun interrupted. "Apparently he's just as resistant to faerie dust as he is with vampiric charm."

Jimin seemed to relax at Joohyun's words. She returned the phone from where she propped it and I can still see the worry in her face as her shoulders rise and fall with each heavy breath.

"We need to call Yeji," Jimin mutters. "They need to know about this. Can I add her to this call?"

"Go ahead, I was also thinking the same thing," I replied.

The seconds passed as we waited in heavy silence for Yeji to pick up the call.

"Do you both trust the huntresses?" Joohyun broke the silence.

It took us a moment to answer, then — "they're friends, Joohyun. Just like you are to us." Jimin answered tenderly, making the millennia old vampire dip her head and blush.

Before any of us can speak any further, Hwang Yeji's face pops up on the video call.

"Hey, Jimin! Looking hot, aren't we?" Jimin blushed with Yeji's teasing who then turned her attention towards Joohyun and I.

"Hi there, Pale Princess! Looking pale as always," Yeji greeted earning a raised eyebrow from the Pale Princess.

"And Seren! Looking drab as always!"

Nice greeting, I thought sarcastically — really friendly, Hwang Yeji. The huntress's head whipped back as she laughed and that's when I noticed it — "Did you..."

"— dye your hair blonde, Hwang Yeji?" Jimin finished my question.

Yeji's hair was now a deep blonde instead of the usual orange her crown sported. Right as I asked that, a loud and mocking laughter boomed from somewhere inside their room.

"She was so conscious when Minjeong called her orange hair 'cute'. That's why she dyed — OW!" Ryujin's voice was cut off as Yeji threw a pillow at her. Not to be outdone, Ryujin charges at Yeji, tackling her out of frame. The sounds of a scuffle dominated the call until Chaeryoung took the phone and settled down somewhere quieter.

"So sorry for the mess," Chaeryoung apologized wearily. "You know how those two can be. It's even worse at home. Anyway, to what do we owe the pleasure of this call?" Chaeryoung smiled courteously, making my heart skip a beat even though Jimin was also on the other side of the call.

"Well," Jimin started. "Turns out Seren's interviewer was a fae."

Chaeryoung's eyes widened as their room falls silent. I heard a few rustling sounds until Chaeryoung slowly turned her head and Yeji once again emerges in the frame.

"How did you know? Oh... the Pale Princess," Yeji bit her lower lip in contemplation.

"Found his living room filled with faerie dust. Apparently he's immune to its effects — even after chugging a whole cup of it," Joohyun explained.

"I have to report this to Seulgi," Yeji muttered.

"Speaking of the detective," Joohyun perked up. "Where is that bear and what is she up to?"

"She's..." Yeji hesitated. "Preoccupied, the Triarchy tasked her of finding out what Seren is and why the Wild Hunt is after him, and my team are tasked with keeping watch on him and Jimin during schooldays. So far our only leads were what you, Jimin, and I discussed, Seren."

"And what is it?" Joohyun asked.

Yeji looked at me, as if asking for permission to share what we've talked about. When I nodded, Yeji told Joohyun that I was adopted by my grandmother and that she was a seer. When Yeji said her name — Allindra Vale — Joohyun perked up.

"I've heard that name before," she said, and all of us waited expecatantly for her to speak again. "But I can't place it, nor remember when and where I heard it. I'll have to ask my brother or my father if they knew anything about your grandmother."

"Thanks, Joohyun," I said, squeezing her arm gently, her skin was warm, yet the air around her was cold.

"So, what about Yuna?" Jimin asked.

"I'll consult Detective Seulgi first, can we meet tommorow sometime, somewhere?" Yeji said.

"I'm on duty at the Archives." I replied.

"Great, we'll meet there," Jimin beamed.

"Sounds like a plan," Yeji responded. "What's yours, Pale Princess?"

"I'm going to scour the coven's records for this seer, Allindra Vale. If I find anything, I'll contact Seren and the detective," Joohyun answered.

Yeji nodded. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up and give Seulgi a call."

"See you three tommorow," Jimin said.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow," Yeji replied.

Ryujin's voice yelled off screen, "See yah, Jimin and Seren — OW! Why did you hit me, Lee Chaeryoung?!"

"You're too loud, Shin Ryu —" Chaeryoung's exasperated voice was then cut off as Yeji hang up.

"So," Joohyun straightened up. "I'll be going back to the coven. Sorry I won't be passing by your place, Jimin—"

"Oh, I understand. Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to see you and that you're fine," Jimin answered with a smile.

Joohyun slowly walked to my window. "Well, I advise you Seren to clean your living room and other areas your interviewers went to."

"Don't tell me you're leaving through the window..." I sighed.

"Alright," Joohyun replied while opening the window, letting cold air in and making me shiver. "I won't tell you," Joohyun chuckled before leaping gracefully in the dark of the night.

"I'll... uh..." I stuttered, looking at the window and then to Jimin.

Jimin giggled, "Close your window first, Seren."

I hurriedly closed my window, drew my curtains shut, then grabbed my phone and proceeded to my bedroom.

"You're not cleaning?" Jimin asked.

"It can wait, talking with you can't, especially when you're looking like that" I replied.

"Awww. How sweet," Jimin smiled, and the world spun as I crashed on my bed. "Anyway... tell me more of the interview. Like looking back at it, what characteristics of the fae were evident from Yuna and Sullyoon," Jimin said excitedly.

"Only if you tell me more about your day," I replied giddily finding her really adorable when she starts geeking out.

"Deal," Jimin answered. And we talked, just talked, until well into the night where we didn't realized that we were each falling asleep.