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"What size soda would you like?"

"I'll get the XL."

"Really unnie? That's a lot of sugar!"

"It's okay, I'll just have to workout more."

The ICHILLIN' members look at their leader weirdly, walking away with soft drink in hand, oversized clothes hanging off her.

"Is Jiwon unnie doing okay? She's been... Oversizing everything."

"No idea, not sure what's up with her."

Meanwhile, Jiwon texts her most recent paramour.

Are you free tonight?

Jiwon had met him at a club, her friends had finally pulled her out for one night, and she had dressed as plainly as she could, in a blouse and jeans. And yet through the crowd they both stood out to one another—to her he was hard to miss; to him she was the most understated person at the club, her outfit quiet but the lines contained within screamed out, and he had to talk to her.

"Hi, can I buy you a drink?"

Jiwon turned around, and then had to look up. He towered over her, almost a whole head taller. He had stood out to Jiwon quite literally earlier, peeking out over the crowd waiting to get in the club, and now that he was up close, the difference was even more startling. Good looking too, Jiwon added to herself.

"Sure, why not, surprise me."

He gets her a mojito, the cocktail glass seemingly small in his hand, and yet when he passes it to her, it magically grows to a normal size. They get to talking, the friends who brought her out seemingly forgotten and disappeared into the human mass on the dance floor. He cocks his head that way.

"Wanna dance?"

Dance they do, the anonymity of being in the crowd letting both of them be more daring. His hands find her hips, marveling at her figure, and she finds his arms, feeling them up as she grinds against him. Jiwon's temporarily startled when she feels something else, and the next grind against him is more insistent, searching and confirming—he's big. A small groan floats into her ear, the grip on her hips tightening.

"What's your name?"

"Jiwon."

"How about we take this somewhere more private, Jiwon?" It doesn't take long for Jiwon to come up with an answer—it had been a while since her last fling, and living with her members doesn't make it any easier. She grabs the large opportunity with both hands.

"Your place?"

They pull their own disappearing act, reappearing at his apartment with a loud crash of the door. Jiwon jumps into his hands as soon as appropriate, which is when the door closes, and she moans into the kiss while he brings them to the bedroom, large hands squeezing her ass the whole way.

"Eager?"

"You're one to talk," she chides him, feeling him pressing against her insistently. Still in his arms she unbuttons her blouse, delighting in his throb against her when she discards the piece of clothing. Jiwon is tossed to the bed as he pulls his shirt off, and Jiwon can't help but bite her lower lip, ready for what is to come. He curses softly as she wriggles out of her jeans, admiring her figure—he had truly gotten lucky tonight.

"You're so fucking hot," he murmurs, kissing her as he reaches behind to undo her bra. It comes off without resistance, and while her arm automatically goes to cover herself, Jiwon pulls it away quickly, letting him take her in as she runs a hand across his chest, feeling how fit and muscular he is.

"Make me feel hotter." A request that he would happily fulfill. His hand seems to cover her belly, pausing right above her panties. A silent nod later it dives under, two thick fingers coated almost instantly in slick. Jiwon groans at the stretch, even this was more than she was accustomed to. His fingers are long too, seeming to tickle right at the base of her spine when he curls them.