Double Date, Double Trouble

I spotted her by the perfume counter, testing some scents on her wrist with this little tilt of her head. There was something about the way she moved like she was someone i recognize. Then she turned, and for a second, I thought I was seeing double.

"Chaeyoung?" I Blinked.

She froze, eyes going wide, before that familiar slow smile spread across her face. "Chaeyoung? No fucking way."

Jiwon, who'd been browsing sunglasses nearby, glanced between us. "You know each other?"

"We have the same name," the other Chaeyoung laughed.. "We’re both Lee Chaeyoung."

Right then, this guy in a tight black shirt slid up behind her, arm looping around her waist like he owned the place. He had that effortless swagger of someone used to attention. When he caught sight of Jiwon, his eyebrows shot up. "Park Jiwon?"

Jiwon stiffened, just barely. "Kyunghwan?."

The air between felt heavy, but Kyunghwan just grinned. "Small world." He turned to me, hand outstretched. "You must be the other Chaeyoung."

The other Chaeyoung, Chaeng, like she'd made everyone call her in college bounced on her toes. "We should all grab dinner. A Double date."

Jiwon hesitated, but I nodded before he could say no. Something about this whole thing felt like it was a setup. "Yeah, let's go," I said, catching the way Kyunghwan's fingers tightened slightly on Chaeng's hip. She didn't seem to notice, as she’s already pulling up restaurant options on her phone.

We ended up at this Korean BBQ spot, the kind with the fancy vents so you didn’t leave smelling like grilled meat. Kyunghwan took over right away, ordering soju and a bunch of cuts without asking anyone. "You still like pork belly?" he asked Jiwon, who just nodded. The way they moved around each other was weird, too familiar but too stiff, like two guys who used to be close but weren’t anymore.

Chaeng kicked me under the table, grinning. "Remember our tiny dorm? You hogged the mirror every morning." She mimed me fixing my hair, tossing her own dramatically, and I rolled my eyes. "Says the girl who dated that basketball player just because she heard he has a big dick." The soju showed up then, and Kyunghwan poured shots like he’d done it a thousand times, sliding one to Jiwon first.

As the meat cooked, the conversation split, Chaeng and I laughing over stupid college stories while the guys talked low, saying things without really saying them. At one point, Jiwon reached over to adjust my glasses, his fingers brushing my temple, and Kyunghwan smirked. "Still fixing people's vision, huh?" Jiwon didn’t bite, just wiped his hands on a napkin. "Someone has to." The tension was thick, but Chaeng either didn’t notice or didn’t care, leaning over to steal a piece of meat off my plate with her chopsticks. "Mine now," she sang, and just like that, the moment shattered.

Three bottles deep and the world got all soft around them. Kyunghwan had his arm slung over Chaeng's chair, fingers tapping idly against her shoulder while Jiwon, shockingly actually loosened his tie. now he was laughing at Kyunghwan's bullshit story about some bar fight that definitely didn’t happened. "Bullshit" Jiwon snorted into his drink. Kyunghwan just flashed that sharp grin of his. They fist bumped across the table like idiots while Chaeng clapped like it was the best thing she'd ever seen.

The liquor made her bold. Chaeng leaned into Kyunghwan, whispering something that made him smirk before turning to me. "Hey, remember that time we got wasted and tried climbing into the boys' dorm?" Heat shot up my face, I'd tried to forget that mess. Jiwon's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline. "You what now?!" Chaeng cackled. “We got caught halfway up the fire escape." Kyunghwan looked weirdly impressed. "Damn, Chaeng. Didn't peg you as a rule-breaker." She winked. "You don't know half of it."

Jiwon nudges my foot under the table. "You never told me that," he said, expression unreadable. I shrugged, grinning. "You never asked." Something shifted between us, less careful now, more... alive. Kyunghwan poured another round, slopping liquor everywhere, and Jiwon didn't even blink. Just raised his glass. "To coincidence." We clinked. Chaeng's fingers brushed mine just a second too long, her eyes sparkling. "To us," she added, and the way she said it made me wonder if she meant something bigger than just the four of us sitting there.

By the fifth bottle, Chaeng was a giggly mess slumped against Kyunghwan, tracing nonsense patterns on his leg. He didn't seem to care, just watched her with that lazy smirk. "Think we broke them," Jiwon muttered, nodding at Chaeng as she attempted stacking empty soju bottles like some drunk Jenga. They crashed down and she dissolved into laughter. Kyunghwan ruffled her hair. "Cute." That word stuck in my ribs sharp and warm all at once.

Somehow we made it to the parking lot. Jiwon, weirdly steady, dug out his keys while Kyunghwan hauled Chaeng along as she mumbled about the AC’s being "too damn loud." I swayed, my feet not quite cooperating, and Jiwon caught me. "Got you," he murmured, and whether it was the booze or his touch, electricity shot through me. Kyunghwan dumped Chaeng into the backseat like a ragdoll. When he turned to help me, Jiwon shook his head. "I got her." There was something in his voice, possessive, maybe and Kyunghwan just smirked and let it go.

The car smelled like leather and just a touch of Air Freshener. Chaeng was sprawled across the backseat, her head drooping against the window like she was half-asleep, until suddenly she wasn't. She sat up too fast, swayed, and then her hands were on my face. The kiss was messy, tasted like soju, and landed more on the corner of my mouth than anything. I didn't even have time to react before I heard Kyunghwan suck in a sharp breath from the front seat. "Fuck," he muttered. Jiwon's grip on the steering wheel went white-knuckled. "Yeah," he agreed, voice tight. Chaeng just giggled, slumped against my shoulder, mumbled "Missed you," and then promptly passed out. The silence in the car was so thick you could choke on it. Kyunghwan twisted around to stare at us, grinning like an asshole. "Well, That just happened." he said.

Chaeng woke up again as we pulled into Jiwon's apartment complex. The elevator ride was awkward as hell, Kyunghwan leaned against the mirrored wall like he owned it, Chaeng hanging off his arm like some drunk squirrel. Then she blinked at me, suddenly way too alert for someone who'd been unconscious five minutes ago. "We should have a sleepover," she announced, and before anyone could stop her, she'd pecked Kyunghwan right on the lips. Quick, playful, Then she lunged at me, peppering my face and neck with sloppy kisses while whining "Isa, you're so cute" into my shoulder. Jiwon cleared his throat, jaw clenched, while Kyunghwan just laughed and hauled her upright as the elevator dinged. "Down, girl," he said, like he was talking to an overexcited puppy.

Jiwon's apartment smelled like clean laundry and the faint scent of air freshener. Kyunghwan whistled, taking in the neat, barely-lived-in space. "Nice place," he said. Jiwon ignored him, steering me toward the couch except Chaeng collapsed onto it first, limbs everywhere, and before I could even sit down she'd rolled onto me, face buried in my tummy. "You're warm," she mumbled, like that explained anything. Kyunghwan watched, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Jiwon tossed a blanket over us, his hand lingered on my shoulder a second too long. "Stay," he said, quiet but firm. It wasn't a request.

Chaeng's breathing evened out against my chest. Kyunghwan hovered by the coffee table, flipping a loose soju cap between his fingers. "So, We just... leave them like this?" he said, glancing at Jiwon. Jiwon rubbed his temple like he was fighting a headache. "For now." Kyunghwan smirked, slow and knowing. "Interesting." The word hung between them, loaded. Meanwhile, Chaeng's fingers found mine under the blanket and tangled tight. I didn't pull away.

Then she moved. Suddenly Chaeng was pushing herself up, face flushed, lips parted. She grabbed my hands, too fast, too rough, and pressed them to her own cheeks before kissing my hands. Once. Twice. Her tongue flicked out against my skin, tasting me. "I want you tonight, Lee Chaeyoung," she murmured, voice thick with soju and something hotter. My breath caught. Kyunghwan made a low noise in his throat; Jiwon's hands curled into fists. Chaeng didn't wait for an answer, her hands were already under my shirt, nails scraping lightly over my sides before yanking it off. The air was cool on my bare skin, but her stare was scorching. "Boys just watch for a bit, okay?" she said, not even looking at them, already working the button of my jeans. Kyunghwan chuckled, dark and approving. Jiwon didn't move, didn't speak, but his breathing had gone shallow.

I should've stopped her. Could've, easily. But then her mouth crashed into mine again, all heat and teeth and no patience, and any sane thought just... evaporated. Her hands were everywhere, shoving my jeans down, gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. Behind us, Kyunghwan shifted, his stupid expensive jacket creaking. "Fuck," he grunted, sounding wrecked already. Chaeng pulled back just enough to smirk at him over my shoulder. "Told you," she panted before biting my lip hard enough to sting.

Jiwon let out this sharp breath. "Isa—" Chaeng shut him up with one look. "Later," she muttered, yanking me down onto the couch. The couch scratched my bare back, her body pinning me under her. When her thigh pressed between my legs, I arched up without thinking. Kyunghwan's laugh came out choked. "Holy Fuck." Chaeng didn't slow down just dragged her lips down my neck while her fingers slipped lower, teasing through fabric.

The whole place smelled like sweat and alcohol and something sharper, something desperate. I turned my head just enough to see Jiwon still standing there, gripping the armrest so tight. Kyunghwan wasn't smirking anymore just staring where Chaeng's hand disappeared between my thighs. "Keep watching," she murmured against my shoulder, right before her fingers found me through my panties. I gasped. Nobody moved. Not them. Not me.

Chaeng traced slow circles over the damp fabric, her breath catching when she felt how wet I was. "Fuck, Isa," she groaned, pressing harder. My hips jerked against her hand before I could stop them. Next thing I knew, my legs gave way, then her palm slid under my panties, fingers slick between my legs. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. "You're such a fucking brat, Lee Chaeyoung," she breathed. Seconds later, my underwear were tangled around my ankles like I'd never needed them anyway.

Cold air hit bare skin for half a heartbeat before Chaeng's mouth was on me hot, relentless. I cried out, fists twisting in her hair as her tongue dragged over me, slow then fast. Somewhere past the blood pounding in my ears, Kyunghwan made this broken noise. "Fuck that’s hot." Jiwon sounded like he'd been punched when he finally spoke. "Chaeng—" She didn't lift her head, just hummed against me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. "Mmm. Better than i remembered."

One second Chaeng's mouth was on me, the next her fingers were inside me without warning, two sliding deep while her thumb worked little circles on my clits that made my whole body jerk. The couch scratched against my shoulders as I arched up, gripping the cushions like they'd save me. Chaeng watched me come undone through heavy-lidded eyes, her other hand teasing my nipple through my bra. "Let them watch," she whispered, and that's when I noticed Jiwon frozen by the doorway, jaw clenched so tight I could see his muscle ticking. Kyunghwan had inched closer, one hand shoved in his jeans pocket, the other on the back of the couch like he needed something to hold onto.

Then Chaeng crooked her fingers just right and fuck. I came so hard I saw stars, her name a gasp against her mouth as she kissed me messy and deep. When my vision cleared, Kyunghwan was staring at us like he wanted to eat us alive. Jiwon still hadn't moved. "My turn," he ground out, voice rough as hell. Chaeng laughed against my throat, all teeth. "Guess we're just getting started."

Jiwon crossed the room in three strides, shoving past Chaeng without a glance. His hands burned against my waist as he yanked me up against him. My legs locked around his hips on instinct, the hard line of his dick pressing through his pants. His breath was ragged against my mouth, lips hovering just out of reach. "Look at you," he muttered, thumb dragging over my lips. "You’re a mess." His eyes were black with want. I dug my nails into his shoulders and arched closer. "Then fix me," I breathed, and he crashed his mouth down on mine.

The kiss was pure possession, tongue, teeth, the sharp tang of soju on his lips. He walked us backward blind until my back hit the wall, pinning me there with his hips. Behind us, Chaeng let out a laugh. "Damn, Jiwon." Kyunghwan sounded amused. "Didn't know you had that in you." Jiwon ignored them, hands sliding under my thighs to hike me higher. "Mine," he growled against my mouth.

Chaeng appeared beside us out of nowhere, fingers trailing up Jiwon's arm. "Sharing's more fun," she purred before licking a hot stripe up my neck. Jiwon's grip tightened, but he didn't push her off. Kyunghwan prowled closer, pressing against Chaeng's back with a wicked grin. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes glued to us. Jiwon exhaled hard, forehead dropping to mine. "Bedroom. Now." His voice was gritted out. Chaeng just laughed.

Next thing I knew, Jiwon was carrying me down the hall, his chest hot against mine, my shoulder scraping the wall. Chaeng followed, her fingers drawing lazy patterns on my ankle. Kyunghwan's footsteps were behind us. The bedroom door slammed open, and Jiwon dumped me onto the mattress with a groan. "Stay like that," he ordered, yanking his shirt off in one move. Chaeng slithered onto the bed beside me, all smooth curves and sharp smiles. "Don't worry," she murmured, her hand sliding up my inner thigh. "I'll keep her nice and ready for you." Kyunghwan's dark chuckle followed the click of the shutting door.

The bed dipped as he climbed on, Chaeng licked her lips and arched toward him. Kyunghwan fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to make her gasp. "Eager, Baby?" His voice was rough, fingers tightening in her hair. She moaned, lips parting, and he crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, Chaeng's hands clawing at his waistband.

Meanwhile, Jiwon's fingers found me again, circling slow and deliberate. "Watch them," he breathed in my ear, pressing down just enough to make my hips jerk. Kyunghwan had Chaeng pinned now, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other groping her tits through her shirt. She arched against him with a whine when he bit her shoulder. My vision went hazy as Jiwon added another finger, curling just right. "Fuck!~" I choked out, thighs shaking. He smirked, thumb pressing harder. "Not yet."

Kyunghwan stood up, peeling his pants down in one smooth move. They bunched at his ankles before he kicked them aside. Chaeng went for him right away, but he grabbed her wrist, pushing it above her head. "Stay," he muttered, biting lightly at her neck. She whined, wriggling, but stayed put. Jiwon's fingers worked faster, not letting up, and I dug my heels into the mattress. "Please~"

He pulled back suddenly, standing to yank his own pants off. The emptiness left me breathless. Kyunghwan chuckled against Chaeng's lips. "Hold on, princess." She rolled her eyes, but her breath caught when his hand slipped under her skirt. Jiwon crawled back over me, his hard-on hot against my leg. "Better?" he whispered, lining himself up. I nodded fast, nails dragging down his back. Chaeng moaned loud as Kyunghwan finally gave her what she needed. Jiwon didn't wait. He pushed in hard, one rough thrust, and everything blurred into heat and hunger.

"God!~" was all I got out when he filled me. We'd done this before, but tonight felt different, heavier, hungrier. His hands dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, every snap of his hips stealing my breath. Next to us, Chaeng's shirt muffled her moans, her bra shoved down while Kyunghwan played with her midriff, fingers working deep. She arched off the bed, her thigh pressing into mine, slick with sweat.

Jiwon's rhythm stuttered when Chaeng grabbed his arm, fingers curling around his muscle. He growled low, possessive, but didn't stop. Kyunghwan smirked, twisting his wrist just right, and Chaeng's back bowed, a choked-off cry tearing out of her. The bed shook with it, mixing with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin. Jiwon's breath hitched, his thrusts getting erratic.

The room reeked of sex and Kyunghwan's cologne where he hovered over Chaeng. I turned my head just as she bit into her shirt, eyes rolling back when he added a third finger. Jiwon's grip tightened, fucking me harder. "Watch," he rasped, so I did watched Chaeng fall apart, watched Kyunghwan's cocky grin, watched Jiwon's jaw tighten when her fingers brushed my wrist.

Then Jiwon's mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my gasp as he came inside me, hips jerking wild. Chaeng laughed, breathless, her fingers still twitching against me. Kyunghwan wiped his hand on the sheets, looking way too pleased. "Round two?" he offered, already tugging at Chaeng's waistband. Jiwon groaned against my neck, but his fingers dug into my thigh harder.

The air was thick with sweat and sex, sheets sticking to my back. Kyunghwan yanked Chaeng's skirt down her hips fast, the fabric pooling at her knees before she kicked it off. Her shirt and bra followed, straps snapping against her skin, leaving her bare except for the flush spreading down her chest. Kyunghwan grinned like a predator, palming her ass as he guided her onto all fours. "Finally," she sighed, arching her back, and the way she said it low, rough sent a shiver through me.

Kyunghwan didn't waste time. He lined himself up and drove into her hard, one sharp thrust that made the whole room echo with the sound of skin hitting skin. Chaeng's moan turned into this choked little whimper when his hand choked her throat, squeezing just enough to cut off her air for a second. His other hand was all over her chest, rough and greedy, pinching and twisting while he kept up this relentless pace. "Daddy," she mumbled into the bed, her voice slurred, and the way Kyunghwan growled in response sent a shiver straight through me.

Behind me, Jiwon's breathing hitched. His fingers dug into my hips before he flipped me over without a word, one hand pressing between my shoulders while he shoved my hips up. The first thrust knocked the air right out of me, he went deep, and the angle was sharper this time. I gasped, gripping the sheets like my life depended on it, and then Jiwon's mouth was on the back of my neck. "Watch them," he muttered, his voice thick.

So I did. Kyunghwan had Chaeng bent over the edge of the bed, her back arched like something out of a dirty dream while he hammered into her. Every time his hips snapped forward, there was this sharp slap of skin. His hand around her throat squeezed just enough to make her whine, and the other one twisted her nipple meanly. Chaeng's moans were all broken, half-formed words like "Daddy" and "harder" and "yes" that dissolved into this mindless babble when Kyunghwan growled something filthy right into her ear.

Watching them like that, wild and completely out of control sent another wave of heat crashing through me. Jiwon groaned against my back, his rhythm stuttering for a second before he grabbed my hips tighter and started fucking me like he was starving for it. "Fuck, Chaeyoung," he gritted out, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. I arched back against him, matching every thrust, the friction burning in the best way.

Chaeng's hand flailed across the bed blindly until her fingers brushed my wrist. Her grip was hot, nails digging into my skin while Kyunghwan's pace turned downright brutal. "Look at them," Jiwon breathed against my ear, his teeth scraping the lobe. "Look how fucking wrecked she is." And she was lips parted, eyes glazed over, her body just taking whatever Kyunghwan gave her.

The air was thick with the sound of skin slapping, ragged breathing, Chaeng's choked moans. Jiwon's grip tightened, his thrusts losing rhythm as he chased his own release. I turned my head just enough to catch Kyunghwan smirking, dark and satisfied, before he yanked Chaeng's hair back, exposing her throat. "Cum for me" he ordered, and her whole body tensed up before she let out this broken cry.

Jiwon cursed behind me, his hips jerking, and then he was cuming inside me with a groan, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. Kyunghwan followed seconds later, his fingers tightening around Chaeng's throat as he finished with this rough growl.

For a second, the room was dead silent except for all of us trying to catch our breath. Chaeng collapsed onto the mattress like a ragdoll, her fingers still loosely tangled with mine. Kyunghwan smirked down at her, then glanced at us.

"Round three?" he asked, his voice rough with amusement.

Before I could even think of answering, Chaeng rolled over and kissed me, slow and deep, her tongue tracing my lips. The boys didn't hesitate. Jiwon's hands were back on my hips, Kyunghwan's fingers in Chaeng's hair, and then they were moving again, filling us up all over again.

Chaeng's kiss turned frantic, her teeth nipping at my lip while the bed rocked under us. I whimpered into her mouth, my body way too sensitive now, every thrust sending little sparks behind my eyelids. Her thigh pressed against mine, damp with sweat, her fingers locked around my wrist like she was holding on for dear life.

Everything blurred, the sensations were too much, Jiwon's hands bruising my hips, Kyunghwan's growl as he pinned Chaeng down again, the taste of Chaeng’s lips, sweet and sharp from the soju we'd been drinking earlier. My vision started going dark around the edges, my body shaking as pleasure built and built and then—

Nothing.

First coherent thought after waking up finally pushed through the fog in my brain that heavy, cotton-mouth feeling pressing against my head like a hangover you could touch. Then the groan hit me, low and rough, shaking the bed under me. I turned my head, squinting against the weak morning light slipping through the blinds, and there was Jiwon propped up on his elbow, jaw clenched, eyes dark with this mix of pissed off and turned on.

Chaeng was curled up against him, fingers lazily stroking him through his boxers, grinning like the devil even as she yawned. "Morning," she drawled, stretching like a cat, her bare leg hooking over his hips. The sheets had slid down to her waist, showing off the bite marks Kyunghwan left on her collarbone last night. Jiwon let out this sharp breath through his nose, fingers twitching against the mattress like he couldn’t decide whether to shove her away or drag her closer.

Before I could say anything, the door creaked open. Kyunghwan strolled in, buck-ass naked, smirk growing as he took in the mess. "Oh, so you guys started without me?" His voice was rough, but his eyes were sharp, zeroing in on Chaeng’s fingers slipping under Jiwon’s waistband. Three strides and he was right there, gripping Chaeng’s chin to tilt her face up for a kiss, deep, possessive, tongue sliding against hers like he owned her. Then he flopped down next to me, his bare thigh pressing against mine.

I froze when he leaned in, nose brushing my shoulder as he took a deep breath. "Hmm. You smell like sex... Chaeyoung," he murmured, my name dropping from his mouth like an accusation. His hand slid up my side, fingers skimming just under my breast, and my breath caught. “Disgusting” that’s what should’ve i said. Being touched like this while Jiwon watched I should’ve felt disgusted. But when I glanced down, Chaeng had Jiwon’s cock in her mouth, lips stretched wide around him, eyes locked on mine as she swallowed him deeper. Jiwon’s jaw was tight, fingers tangled in her hair, but he wasn’t stopping her.

Kyunghwan chuckled against my skin, thumb rubbing lazy circles over my nipple. "Look at them," he breathed, other hand sliding down my thigh. "Your boyfriend’s got a fucking mouth on him, huh?" Chaeng moaned around Jiwon’s length, the vibration making his hips jerk. The sheets were still damp from last night, the air thick with the smell of us. Kyunghwan’s fingers tightened, lips lapping up my shoulder. "You gonna let me in, Chaeyoung?" My name again, deliberate, a provocation. His fingers pressed against my heat, teasing but not pushing in. I arched into his touch, biting back a whimper. "May I?" he murmured against my ear. My moan slipped out before I could stop it, and he didn’t wait. Two fingers slid inside me, curling just right, and my hips jerked. "Fuck," I gasped, nails digging into his arm.

Across the bed, Chaeng lifted her head, lips swollen and wet. "My turn," she purred, swinging a leg over Jiwon’s face. He didn’t hesitate, hands gripping her ass as she sank onto his tongue. Her moan was filthy, head tipping back as she rocked against him. Then she leaned forward, taking Jiwon back into her mouth in one smooth motion, throat working around him. Kyunghwan groaned, fingers speeding up inside me. "Fuck, she’s greedy," he muttered, thumb rubbing tight circles over my clit. The double sensation, his fingers fucking me, Chaeng’s muffled moans around Jiwon’s cock made my vision go hazy.

Kyunghwan's fingers worked me differently than Jiwon ever had, deeper, rougher, like he was trying to memorize every inch of me from the inside out. Chaeng's moan cut through the heavy air, "God, right there," she gasped, her thighs shaking under Jiwon's grip. When she arched, coming apart under his mouth, he didn't let up, not until she was squirming away, leaving his chin glistening.

Then Jiwon hauled her down next to me and his mouth crashed into mine, hot and demanding, the taste of Chaeng still on his tongue. He kissed me slow, deliberate, like he was waiting for an answer I hadn't given yet. My heart hammered so loud I could barely hear Kyunghwan's ragged breath against my neck, his fingers pausing inside me.

Jiwon pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, lips swollen, jaw wet. while Kyunghwan's fingers curled deeper, his thumb rubbing rough circles that made my hips jerk. "Say yes," Kyunghwan murmured against my ear. Chaeng's fingers tangled in Jiwon's hair, her breathing uneven as she watched.

I don't know what did it, maybe Chaeng arching into Jiwon's touch, maybe the way Kyunghwan's fingers wouldn't let up, but I nodded.

That was all Jiwon needed.

He dragged Chaeng closer, flipping her onto her stomach, his cock pressing against her ass before he shoved in with one sharp thrust. She gasped, back bowing as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you take me so good," he growled, hands leaving bruises on her hips.

Chaeng clawed at the sheets, panting, while Kyunghwan watched with heavy-lidded eyes, his fingers still working me. "You like watching them?" he breathed against my ear. I couldn't answer, not with Jiwon pounding into her like that, not with Chaeng's moans turning desperate.

The bed rocked under us, Jiwon's hips snapping forward relentlessly, skin slapping skin. Chaeng begged for more, and Jiwon gave it to her, hauling her hips up higher until she was sobbing. Kyunghwan chuckled darkly, his thumb circling faster. "Look at them," he said, and I did, watched the sweat trail down Jiwon's back, the way Chaeng's body yielded to every thrust. His fingers sped up, matching Jiwon's rhythm, pushing me closer.

Chaeng came first, crying out as her body clenched around him. Jiwon groaned when her juices tried to push him out of her, holding her tighter.

Then Kyunghwan's fingers were gone, replaced by his cock. No warning, just one hard thrust that buried him inside me, tearing a gasp from me as I tipped over the edge. My muscles clamped down so hard he nearly slipped out. "Shit," he snarled, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks before slamming back in.

He fucked like an animal, each snap of his hips relentless, chasing his own pleasure now that I was limp and oversensitive beneath him. The bed rocked wildly, Chaeng's whimpers mingling with the wet sounds of skin on skin. I turned my head, dazed, and found Jiwon watching us, his jaw clenched, hips stuttering as he neared his own release. Kyunghwan's pace turned erratic, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Chaeyoung," he groaned, voice thick, and Jiwon echoed it at the same moment, low and wrecked, "Chaeyoung", their voices tangling together in the thick air.

Kyunghwan groaned against my back as he came inside me, his thrusts slowing down to lazy little pushes. Jiwon wasn't far behind, I felt him tense up against Chaeng's shoulder a second later, his fingers digging into the sheets. The whole room reeked of sweat and sex, sheets twisted around us like we'd been wrestling. Kyunghwan flopped onto his back next to me, grinning like an idiot while his hand traced nonsense patterns on my hip.

Chaeng stretched out like a cat in the sun, grinning. "Well," she said, rolling onto her side to poke me in the ribs, " that happened." Jiwon just rubbed his face like he was trying to wake up, but didn't argue. Kyunghwan propped himself up on one elbow, already reaching for me again with that stupid smirk. "Round two?" he asked, like it was totally reasonable. I smacked his hand away.

Jiwon sat up first, grabbing my wrist and hauling me upright before I could react. "Not today," he muttered, low enough that only I heard it. Something about the way he said it—like he was claiming territory, made my skin prickle. Kyunghwan fake-whined, flopping back dramatically. "You're no fun," he complained, but he was still smirking. Chaeng chucked a pillow at Jiwon's head. "Party pooper," she sing-songed, but her eyes were smiling.

The sheets were sticky and gross when I peeled myself off the bed. Jiwon tossed me a towel without looking, but I caught him staring at the hickeys Kyunghwan left on my neck before he turned away fast. I wrapped the towel around me tighter than I needed to, trying not to be obvious about how much I wished we weren't stopping. Chaeng had no such shame, she groaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she stretched. Kyunghwan laughed and messed up her hair. "Next time," he said, and it sounded like a promise and a warning all at once.

Getting dressed was awkward. Chaeng wiggled into her skirt like she wasn't naked two seconds ago, Kyunghwan's belt buckle clinking way too loud in the quiet room. Jiwon handed me my underwear without a word, our fingers brushing for half a second before he pulled back like I'd burned him. Then Kyunghwan, the little shit, pulled out his phone with a grin. "Hey Bro," he said, scrolling through his photos, "remember her?" He flashed the screen Jiheon, mid-laugh, hair everywhere, clearly just got laid. Another swipe—Chaeyeon this time, tangled in Kyunghwan's sheets. "Both in my lineup now," he bragged. Jiwon's jaw clenched, but he didn't say shit, just grabbed his jacket.

I caught Chaeng's wrist before she could follow Kyunghwan out, tugging her back against me. "Hey," I mumbled into her hair, breathing in Kyunghwan's cologne on her skin. "We cool?" She leaned into me with a tired laugh, her thumb rubbing over the fresh hickey on my arm. "Better than cool," she said, bumping her head against mine. "Though your boyfriend looks like he wants to murder mine."

Jiwon was still by the door, arms crossed, watching Kyunghwan fix his collar in the hallway mirror like it personally offended him. "You done?" he grumbled. Kyunghwan grinned and flicked invisible dirt off Jiwon's shoulder. "Jealousy's a bad look on you, man." Chaeng snorted in my arms. "What's the deal with you two anyway?" she asked, loud enough to make Jiwon's eye twitch.

Jiwon let out a sharp breath. "This idiot got me in so much shit in college." Kyunghwan laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Dude, you weren't exactly innocent." Whatever memory that was, it almost made Jiwon smile before he caught himself. "Out," he ordered, shoving Kyunghwan toward the door.

Chaeng slipped out of my hold, kissing my cheek before sauntering after them. "Text me," she called over her shoulder with a wink. The door shut behind them, leaving the apartment way too quiet. Jiwon's shoulders slumped a little, his fingers tapping against his leg once before he turned to me.

The air between us felt heavy, full of all the things we weren't saying. He looked down at where I was picking at the towel's edge. "You good?" he asked, softer than I expected. I nodded. "Yeah. You?" He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Yeah."

I knew what he meant. The apartment smelled like sex and it was just us again. Just Jiwon, just Chaeyoung. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining. No words, just warmth.