Sea, Swallow Me - Haewon Sullyoon

The city lights of Seoul streaked past in neon blurs as you gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. In the backseat of your sedan, chaos reigned.

"Youngji unnie is a monster," Haewon slurred, her head lolling against the window, cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the soju. "A beautiful, terrifying monster."

"You were both insane tonight," you said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "I watched the live clips on my phone. Sullyoon, did you really chug that entire bottle of beer in one go?"

Sullyoon giggled, the sound high and melodic and absolutely drunk. She was sprawled across the backseat, her legs draped over Haewon's lap, one arm thrown over her eyes. "It was a competition! Youngji unnie dared me! She said I couldn't handle my alcohol like a real adult."

"And you had to prove her wrong," you finished, smiling despite your concern.

"She had to," Haewon confirmed, poking Sullyoon's thigh. "Our baby bunny has something to prove. Always so proper, so perfect. But tonight?" Haewon leaned forward, her chin resting on the headrest as she met your eyes in the mirror. "Tonight she was wild. She told Youngji unnie that her ideal type was someone 'strong enough to handle her but gentle enough to know when she needs to be soft.'"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Oh?"

"Mm," Sullyoon hummed, still hiding behind her arm. "And then Youngji unnie asked if I'd ever been in love, and I said—" She stopped abruptly, her body going still.

"Sullyoon?" You glanced back quickly, checking traffic before looking at her again.

She lowered her arm slowly, her eyes glassy and unfocused but somehow piercing directly into yours through the mirror. The playfulness was gone, replaced by something raw and trembling.

"I said yes," she whispered. "I said I'd been in love with someone for three years. Someone who was always just out of reach. Someone who belonged to my best friend."

The car went silent except for the hum of the engine and the distant sound of traffic. Haewon had gone very still, her hand still resting on Sullyoon's knee.

"Sullyoon," you said carefully, your throat tight. "You don't have to—"

"I know you and Haewon are happy," she continued, her voice gaining strength even as it broke. "I know this is wrong. But watching you tonight, oppa, when you picked us up... you were so patient. So kind. You brought us blankets and water and you didn't judge us for being messy and drunk. And I just..." She sat up suddenly, leaning forward between the front seats, her face inches from yours. "I needed you to know. Before I explode. Before I spend another year pretending that my heart doesn't stop every time you walk into a room."

Haewon's hand slid from Sullyoon's knee to her waist, steadying her as the car swayed slightly. You pulled to a stop at a red light, your hands shaking on the wheel.

"Sullyoon," you breathed. "I had no idea. I thought—we were friends. I thought you were just sweet, just affectionate naturally—"

"I am," she laughed, the sound wet and broken. "I am affectionate. But with you? With you it's different. With you I want—" She stopped, biting her lip, her eyes filling with tears. "It doesn't matter. I just needed to say it. I'll go home, I'll sleep it off, I'll pretend this never happened—"

"Wait," Haewon said softly.

The word hung in the air like a promise. You turned your head to look at your girlfriend, expecting to see hurt, betrayal, anger. Instead, you found her studying Sullyoon with an expression you'd never seen before. It was dark, glittering, hungry.

"Haewon?" you asked.

She didn't look at you. She kept her gaze locked on Sullyoon, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on her hip. "Three years," she murmured. "You've been suffering for three years, bunny? Right under my nose?"

"I—I'm sorry," Sullyoon whispered, shrinking back. "I never wanted to hurt you. I tried so hard to be happy for you. To be a good friend. But tonight, with the alcohol, I just couldn't hide it anymore."

"Shh." Haewon pressed her finger to Sullyoon's lips, her touch gentle but firm. "Don't apologize." Her eyes flicked to yours, and that spark you'd noticed earlier, it was a wildfire now. "Tell me, Yoona. If I let you have him—if we let you have him—would you do anything we asked? Would you let us take care of you? Worship you the way you've been dreaming about?"

Sullyoon's breath hitched, her chest heaving. She looked between you and Haewon, her pretty face flushed, eyes wide and desperate. "Yes," she breathed. "Anything. Please. I just want to feel... wanted. Just for tonight."

"Not just tonight," Haewon corrected, her voice dropping to a purr. "If we're doing this, we're doing it properly. You're not a dirty secret, Yoona. You're..." She paused, her expression softening into something tender. "You're precious. You've always been precious to us. We were just too stupid to see that you needed more than friendship."

"Haewon," you said, your voice rough. "What are we saying here?"

She finally looked at you fully, and the love and desire mingled in her expression made your stomach flip. "I'm saying our pretty little Sullyoon has been suffering in silence. And I'm saying I've noticed the way you look at her too. The way your eyes linger. The way you always make sure she's comfortable, safe, happy." She smiled, slow and wicked and warm. "I'm saying I want to share you. I want to watch you love her. I want to help you love her."

Sullyoon gasped, a soft, shocked sound that seemed to echo in the confined space.

"You're drunk," you said, though your body was already responding, heat pooling low in your gut at the images Haewon was painting.

"Drunk enough to be honest," Haewon replied. "Not too drunk to know what I want." She leaned closer to Sullyoon, her lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Tell me, Yoona. Would you let us worship you? Let us show you exactly how much you mean to us? Would you let us praise you, adore you, make you feel like the goddess you are?"

Sullyoon's eyes fluttered shut, a full-body shiver running through her. "Yes," she whispered. "Please. I need that so much. I need you both."

The red light turned green, but you didn't move. You sat there, engine idling, your heart hammering against your ribs, until the car behind you honked. You drove the rest of the way home in suffocating, electric silence, the tension in the car thick enough to drown in.

The moment the door clicked shut, Haewon took control, but there was a softness to it, a reverence that made Sullyoon's breath catch.

"Come here, Yoona~" she said, holding out her hand. "Let us look at you. Let us see what we've been missing."

Sullyoon stepped forward on trembling legs, still drunk but sobering enough to feel the weight of the moment. You stood by the bed, watching as your girlfriend cupped Sullyoon's face, thumbing away the tear tracks on her cheeks with infinite gentleness.

"You're so beautiful," Haewon murmured, her voice warm with affection. "Do you know that? All this time, pining away, not knowing we were watching you. Not knowing we were falling too."

"You were?" Sullyoon whispered, her eyes widening.

"Of course." Haewon smiled, genuine and fond. "Why do you think I always invited you over? Why I always made sure you sat next to him? Why I found excuses to touch you, to hold your hand, to braid your hair?" She glanced at you, her smile turning playful. "I noticed the way you looked at him. And I liked it. I wanted it."

You stepped closer, joining them. Your hands found Sullyoon's waist, spanning her narrow hips, feeling her shiver at your touch. "We both did," you added softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You're precious to us, Yoona. Tonight isn't just about... this. It's about showing you exactly how much you mean. How long we've wanted you too."

Sullyoon's breath hitched, fresh tears gathering, but these were different, grateful, overwhelmed, relieved. "Really? You're not just saying that because I'm drunk and pathetic?"

"Never pathetic," Haewon said firmly, her eyes flashing with protective heat. "And we're not just saying anything. We mean every word." She leaned in, her lips brushing Sullyoon's ear. "Now, can we see you? Will you let us take care of you? Let us worship you properly?"

Sullyoon nodded, biting her lip. "Please. I want that. I want you to see me."

"Good girl," Haewon praised, and Sullyoon visibly melted, her shoulders dropping, her expression going soft and pliant.

Haewon began to undress her slowly, treating every inch of revealed skin like a treasure. She pressed kisses to Sullyoon's collarbones as she pulled off her shirt, her tongue darting out to taste the hollow of her throat. You joined in, kneeling to help with her jeans, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, her hip bones, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"Step out, beautiful," you murmured, helping her balance as she stepped free of the fabric.

You looked up at her from your knees, taking in the sight of her in just her bra and panties—lacy, pale pink, utterly innocent and devastatingly erotic. Her arousal was already evident, dampening the fabric between her legs, and you couldn't resist leaning in to press a soft kiss there, breathing in her scent.

"Oppa," she whimpered, her hands finding your hair, not to guide but just to hold on, to anchor herself.

"You smell divine," you told her, looking up with dark eyes. "Can't wait to taste you properly. To feast on you."

"Bed," Haewon commanded gently. "Lie down for us, sweetheart. Let us spoil you. Let us worship every inch."

Sullyoon climbed onto the bed, lying back against the pillows. She looked nervous but excited, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes darting between you and Haewon as they undressed.