Suddenly

The practice room was filled with the familiar scent of sweat, wooden floors, and the faint floral perfume that several members still wore even after hours of dancing. Mirrors covered two entire walls, reflecting the exhausted but energized bodies of I.O.I as they prepared for their 10th anniversary comeback.

It was a little past 8 PM. Most of the choreography for “Suddenly” had already been blocked, but the director had just left after approving the final concept for the music video teaser.

Somi was sitting on the floor, stretching her long legs, a towel draped around her neck. Doyeon stood nearby, drinking water while leaning against the mirrored wall, still catching her breath.

Somi suddenly let out a mischievous laugh.

“So… you really want me to kiss you tomorrow?” she asked, tilting her head with a bright, teasing grin.

Doyeon nearly choked on her water. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared at Somi with wide eyes.

“Yah, Jeon Somi! Don’t say it like that!” Doyeon exclaimed, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “It was for the concept! ‘Suddenly’! It has to be shocking!”

From the corner of the room, Yoojung, who had been lying dramatically on the floor pretending to be dead, sat up immediately.

“Wait… what? Kiss?!” Yoojung’s eyes sparkled with pure chaos. “You two are actually going to kiss in the teaser? For real?”

Chaeyeon, who was fixing her ponytail, whipped her head around so fast she almost hit herself. “Hold on. Since when? I thought it was just a slap or something cute!”

Somi laughed loudly, leaning back on her hands. “It was supposed to be a slap, but Doyeon-unnie suddenly said, ‘Let’s just kiss instead.’ Right in front of the director!”

Doyeon covered her face with both hands, groaning. “I regret everything. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wanted it to be more impactful…”

Sejeong walked over from the speaker system, wiping sweat from her forehead, clearly trying not to laugh. “Do-yeon-ah… you suggested it? Our cool, elegant Doyeon suggested kissing Somi on camera?”

“I thought it would be funny!” Doyeon defended herself, voice rising in embarrassment. “And the director loved it! He said it matches the ‘Suddenly’ concept perfectly.”

Yoojung crawled closer like an excited puppy. “So… is it going to be a real kiss? Like, lips on lips? Tongue? How deep are we going?”

“Yoojung!” Doyeon shouted, throwing her towel at her. “No tongue! It’s just a quick kiss! Like… one second!”

Somi, still sitting on the floor, grinned mischievously and wiggled her eyebrows. “Should I practice it now? Come here, unnie~”

She puckered her lips exaggeratedly and made kissing noises while reaching out dramatically toward Doyeon.

Doyeon backed away, laughing despite herself. “Yah! Jeon Somi, stay away from me!”

Chaeyeon clapped her hands in delight. “This is the best rehearsal ever. Someone record this.”

Na-young, who had been quietly observing from the back, finally spoke up with a smirk. “If you two are going to kiss, you should at least practice the angle. The camera is going to be from the side. You need to make it look natural.”

“Natural?!” Doyeon cried out. “How is kissing Somi supposed to look natural? She’s literally my chaotic little sister!”

Somi gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “Little sister? After you asked me to kiss you? I feel so used, unnie.”

The entire room erupted in laughter. Even the usually composed Sejeong was bent over, holding her stomach.

Yoojung suddenly stood up and clapped. “Okay, okay. Let’s do a rehearsal right now. For science. Somi, corner Doyeon against the wall like in the storyboard.”

Doyeon tried to escape toward the door, but Somi was faster. She jumped up and gently pushed Doyeon against the mirrored wall, placing one hand beside her head in a classic kabedon pose.

Somi leaned in slowly, her face inches away from Doyeon’s. Both of them stared at each other seriously for two seconds… before they both burst out laughing at the same time.

“I can’t do it!” Somi wheezed, collapsing against Doyeon’s shoulder. “Your face is too funny!”

Doyeon was laughing so hard her eyes were watering. “Your breath smells like the tuna gimbap we ate earlier!”

From the floor, Yoojung was rolling around. “This is gold. The fans are going to lose their minds.”

Sejeong wiped tears from her eyes. “You two are actually going to do this on camera? I’m so proud but also terrified.”

Chae-yeon joined in the teasing. “Make sure you moisturize your lips well, Somi. Doyeon-unnie has high standards.”

Doyeon pointed at everyone accusingly. “All of you are enjoying this way too much!”

Somi, still giggling, wrapped her arms around Doyeon from behind in a back hug. “It’s okay, unnie. I’ll be gentle. Just close your eyes and think of the views we’re going to get.”

Doyeon elbowed her lightly. “If you make it weird, I’m really slapping you for real during the actual filming.”

The members continued joking and teasing for the next twenty minutes, turning what should have been a serious choreography cleanup session into a full-blown comedy show. They ran the formation a few more times, but every time Somi and Doyeon got close to their part, someone would yell “Kiss scene!” and the practice would collapse into laughter again.

At one point, Somi turned to the group with a bright, genuine smile.

“Honestly… I’m really happy we’re doing this together again. Even if it means I have to kiss Doyeon-unnie on camera.”

Doyeon looked at her softly for a moment before sighing dramatically. “Fine. But if we have to do multiple takes tomorrow, I’m blaming all of you for making me nervous today.”

Yoojung raised her hand. “I volunteer to be the kiss consultant.”

“Rejected,” both Somi and Doyeon said at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed again.

As the practice finally wound down late into the night, the members sat together on the floor, sweaty and tired but glowing with happiness. The atmosphere was warm, nostalgic, and full of love.

Doyeon leaned her head on Somi’s shoulder and muttered quietly, just loud enough for the group to hear:

“…Just don’t use tongue tomorrow.”

The room exploded into laughter once more.

After the chaotic laughter finally died down, the members slowly got back on their feet. The practice room lights felt a little warmer now, the atmosphere shifting from pure comedy to a mix of playfulness and determination.

Sejeong clapped her hands loudly. “Alright, alright! We’ve had our fun. Let’s run the full choreography from the top. We only have a few more days until filming. Let’s do this properly for our 10th anniversary.”

Everyone nodded, the mood becoming more focused. They got into formation as the music for “Suddenly” started playing again through the speakers.

The first run went relatively smoothly until the pre-chorus. Sohye, who was placed in the center for one of the formations, suddenly turned left instead of right, crashing into Chaeyeon.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry!” Sohye yelped, eyes wide as she tried to correct herself, nearly tripping over her own feet.

The music stopped. For two seconds there was silence… then the entire room burst into laughter again.

“Yah, Kim Sohye!” Yoojung pointed at her, laughing. “You’ve done this part twenty times already! How are you still going the wrong way?”

Sohye scratched the back of her head sheepishly, smiling awkwardly. “I got nervous because of the kiss talk earlier… My brain went blank!”

Doyeon, still catching her breath from laughing, patted Sohye’s back. “It’s okay. We still have time. But please don’t do that during the actual filming. I’ll be too busy recovering from Somi’s kiss to save you.”

Somi grinned and teasingly added, “If you mess up again, I’m kissing you too as punishment.”

Sohye dramatically clutched her chest. “Please no! I’m not ready for that kind of ‘Suddenly’ moment!”

They reset and ran it again. This time, it was Sejeong’s turn to make a mistake. During the powerful point choreography where everyone had to do a sharp body wave followed by a quick footwork transition, Sejeong went too hard on the wave and ended up half a beat late, almost elbowing Na-young in the process.

Sejeong froze mid-motion with a blank expression, then slowly turned to the group with a guilty smile.

“…I got too excited,” she admitted.

Chaeyeon, who narrowly avoided the elbow, burst out laughing. “Unnie, you’re supposed to be the reliable one! What happened to our leader-nim energy?”

Sejeong bowed dramatically. “I’m sorry~ Even I get nervous for our 10th anniversary. This means a lot to all of us.”

The room filled with warm, understanding smiles. Despite the small mistakes, the atmosphere never turned negative. Every time someone messed up, the others would tease them lightly but immediately offer encouragement.

“Let’s go again!” Somi shouted energetically, pumping her fist. “We’ve waited almost ten years for this. Even if we’re a little clumsy right now, we’re going to look perfect on stage and in the MV.”

They ran the choreography five more times. Sohye still mixed up her left and right twice, and Sejeong kept overdoing the facial expressions during the chorus, making funny concentrated faces that had everyone giggling between takes.

During one water break, Doyeon sat on the floor next to Somi, both of them breathing heavily.

“You know,” Doyeon said quietly, nudging Somi with her shoulder, “even if we mess up a hundred times in practice… I’m really happy we’re doing this together again.”

Somi smiled brightly and leaned her head on Doyeon’s shoulder. “Me too. Even if I have to kiss you fifty times tomorrow.”

Doyeon groaned but couldn’t hide her smile. “Don’t remind me…”

Yoojung, who was lying on the floor again, raised her hand lazily. “Can I get a kiss too if I nail my part?”

“Absolutely not,” both Somi and Doyeon answered at the same time.

The members laughed again, the sound echoing warmly in the practice room.

As the night grew later, they continued practicing with full effort. Even when Sohye accidentally went the wrong direction again or Sejeong’s timing was slightly off, no one got frustrated. They corrected each other patiently, hyped each other up after every run, and reminded themselves why they were here.

“This is for all the fans who waited for us,” Sejeong said during one break, her voice sincere. “And for us too. Let’s show them that I.O.I is still strong.”

Somi stood up and stretched her long legs. “Exactly. So even if I have to kiss Doyeon-unnie dramatically in front of the camera… I’ll do my best.”

Doyeon threw a towel at her again. “Focus on the choreography first, you troublemaker!”

The practice continued until past midnight. Mistakes were made — mostly by Sohye and occasionally Sejeong — but the effort was undeniable. Every time they restarted, their movements became sharper, their synchronization tighter, and their smiles brighter.

By the end of the session, even though they were exhausted and drenched in sweat, the members gathered in a big circle, arms around each other’s shoulders.

Somi looked at everyone with sparkling eyes. “We’re really doing this. Our 10th anniversary…”

Doyeon, standing right beside her, smiled softly. “Yeah… and we’re going to do it well. Even with the kiss scene.”

Yoojung grinned mischievously. “And if the kiss goes viral, I’m taking credit for the atmosphere I helped create today.”

Everyone laughed again, the sound full of affection and nostalgia.

Continuation

The music finally stopped after the last full run. The practice room fell into a heavy, satisfied silence, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional sigh of relief.

Sejeong turned off the speaker and clapped her hands slowly. “Good job, everyone. That was our best run yet. We can head back now.”

The members collapsed wherever they could — some on the floor, some leaning against the mirrored wall, a few sitting on the chairs near the back. Towels were passed around, water bottles emptied quickly.

Yoojung lay spread-eagled on the cool wooden floor like a starfish. “I’m dead. Someone carry me home.”

Chaeyeon, sitting beside her, poked Yoojung’s stomach. “You’re the one who kept saying ‘one more time’ earlier. Now you’re dying?”

“That was before my legs betrayed me,” Yoojung groaned dramatically.

Somi, still full of energy despite the long practice, sat cross-legged and laughed. “You all looked so cool though. Especially during the chorus. I got goosebumps.”

Doyeon, who was wiping sweat from her neck with a towel, glanced at Somi. “You’re saying that while you’re still breathing normally. Some of us are not built like energizer bunnies.”

The group chuckled tiredly.

Sejeong smiled warmly as she looked at everyone. “Honestly… doing this again after so many years feels really good. Even if Sohye keeps turning the wrong way and I keep making weird faces.”

Sohye, who was lying face down on the floor, raised one arm weakly. “I’m improving… slowly.”

Everyone laughed again. The atmosphere was light and full of affection. They spent the next twenty minutes just talking — reminiscing about old Produce 101 days, joking about how some members had barely changed while others looked more mature now.

Na-young sipped her water and said with a soft smile, “Remember when we used to practice until 3 AM and then eat ramen together? It feels like yesterday.”

“I still have the group chat screenshots,” Chae-yeon added with a grin. “We were so chaotic.”

Somi leaned back on her hands, stretching her long legs out. “I’m really happy we’re doing this. Even if I have to kiss Doyeon-unnie on camera, it’s worth it.”

Doyeon immediately threw her towel at Somi’s face. “Can we not bring that up every five minutes?”

“But it’s funny!” Somi protested, pulling the towel off her head with a bright laugh. “You suggested it! I’m the victim here.”

Yoojung sat up excitedly. “Can we talk about how Doyeon’s reaction in the teaser is going to break the internet? She looked so shocked. I already saved the clip.”

Doyeon buried her face in her hands again. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

The conversation continued with light teasing and warm laughter until Sejeong finally stood up.

“Alright, let’s call it a night. We have an early schedule tomorrow. Go home, shower, and rest properly.”

One by one, the members started gathering their belongings. Sejeong, Yoojung, Chaeyeon, Na-young, and Sohye left together, waving goodbye with tired but happy expressions.

“See you tomorrow, kissers!” Yoojung teased one last time before disappearing out the door.

The practice room gradually became quiet. The lights felt softer now. Only two people remained.

Somi and Doyeon.

Somi was still sitting on the floor, stretching her calves. Doyeon stood near the mirror, fixing her hair absentmindedly. The distant sound of the other members’ voices faded down the hallway until everything was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner.

Doyeon glanced at Somi through the mirror. “You’re not going?”

Somi looked up with a small, soft smile. “I wanted to stay a little longer. My body is still warm. You?”

Doyeon hesitated for a second, then walked over and sat down beside her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.

“…Same. I’m not that tired yet.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the large empty practice room feeling much bigger now that it was just the two of them.

Somi suddenly chuckled. “Be honest. Are you really okay with the kiss scene?”

Doyeon turned her head to look at her. After a few seconds, she let out a small sigh and smiled shyly.

“I’m nervous… but I don’t hate it. It’s for the concept, right? And it’s you. I trust you.”

Somi’s eyes softened. She scooted a little closer until their shoulders touched.

“I’ll make it good. Not too weird, not too soft. Just… sudden.”

Doyeon laughed quietly and gently bumped Somi’s shoulder with her own.

“You better. If you make it awkward, I’m really going to slap you during the real filming.”

Somi grinned brightly. “Deal.”

The two of them stayed there a little longer, talking softly about the upcoming filming, their feelings about the reunion, and how surreal it felt to be back as I.O.I again. The practice room, which had been filled with loud laughter and teasing earlier, now held a quiet, warm intimacy between them.

The practice room was quiet, the only sounds being the low hum of the air conditioner and their soft breathing. Somi and Doyeon sat side by side on the floor, shoulders touching, the playful atmosphere from earlier slowly fading into something more intimate.

Somi turned her head to look at Doyeon, her usual bright smile softening into something more thoughtful.

“Unnie,” she said quietly. “Since we’re the only ones left… do you want to practice the kiss scene? For real this time. Not joking around.”

Doyeon blinked, caught off guard. She searched Somi’s face for any sign of mischief, but Somi looked surprisingly serious.

“…For the quality of the work?” Doyeon asked carefully.

Somi nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow we’ll be in front of cameras, staff, and the members. I don’t want it to look awkward. We should get the timing and angle right.”

Doyeon was silent for a few seconds, then let out a small breath. “Okay… let’s do it properly then.”

They both stood up. Somi gently guided Doyeon back against the mirrored wall, just like in the storyboard. She placed one hand beside Doyeon’s head, leaning in slowly.

“Ready?” Somi whispered.

Doyeon gave a small nod, her eyes fluttering slightly.

Somi closed the distance and pressed her lips against Doyeon’s. It started soft and careful — a gentle press, holding for two seconds before pulling back.

“How was that?” Somi asked.

“…Better than I expected,” Doyeon admitted, cheeks faintly pink. “Again.”

They kissed again. This time Somi lingered a little longer, tilting her head slightly. Their lips moved together more naturally. When they pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little heavier.

“One more,” Somi murmured.

The third kiss was deeper. Somi’s hand moved from the wall to gently cup Doyeon’s cheek. Doyeon’s lips parted slightly, and Somi took the invitation, sliding her tongue inside. The kiss quickly grew wetter, hotter. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet practice room as their tongues met and danced.

Doyeon let out a small, surprised moan into Somi’s mouth.

They broke apart for air, foreheads touching. Somi’s eyes had darkened.

“Again,” Doyeon whispered this time, voice slightly husky.

They kissed harder. Somi pressed her body closer, her thigh slipping between Doyeon’s legs. Their kisses became sloppier, more desperate — tongues swirling, lips sucking, occasional soft gasps escaping between them. Saliva began to connect their mouths whenever they briefly pulled away.

Somi’s naughty hand started to roam.

It slid down from Doyeon’s cheek, tracing her neck, then boldly moved lower to cup one of Doyeon’s breasts through her practice shirt. Doyeon gasped sharply into the kiss, but didn’t pull away. Somi squeezed gently, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple.

“Mmm…” Doyeon whimpered softly, her hands gripping Somi’s waist.

Somi’s other hand wandered down Doyeon’s slim waist, then boldly slipped under the hem of her shirt, touching warm, bare skin. She caressed Doyeon’s toned stomach before moving higher again, pushing the sports bra up so she could feel soft, bare breast directly.

Their kissing had turned completely filthy now — wet, messy, open-mouthed. Strings of saliva connected their tongues when they parted for breath. Somi’s hand kneaded Doyeon’s breast, occasionally pinching the stiff nipple, while her other hand gripped Doyeon’s hip, pulling her closer so their bodies were flush together.

Doyeon’s breathing was ragged. She broke the kiss with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips.

“Somi… wait…” she panted, voice shaky, but her body was pressing back against Somi’s touch.

Somi’s eyes were dark with lust. She leaned in and kissed Doyeon again, even dirtier this time, sucking on her tongue while her hand continued exploring under the shirt, squeezing and playing with Doyeon’s soft breasts.

Doyeon pulled back slightly from the messy kiss, breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen and glistening, cheeks flushed deep red. She stared at Somi with a mix of surprise and suspicion.

“…Why are you so good at this?” she asked, voice hoarse. “You look way too pro. How many times have you done this?”

Somi let out a low, amused chuckle against Doyeon's lips. Instead of answering immediately, she leaned in and captured Doyeon’s mouth again in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue pushed inside without hesitation, licking and sucking messily while her hands grew bolder.

She squeezed Doyeon’s breasts firmly, thumbs circling her stiff nipples before pinching them lightly. Doyeon moaned into her mouth, body trembling.

Somi finally pulled back just enough to speak, their lips still brushing.

“You really want to know?” she whispered, voice low and teasing. Her right hand slid down Doyeon’s body, slipping under the waistband of her practice shorts and panties in one smooth motion, cupping her bare pussy.

Doyeon gasped sharply. “Somi—!”

“After I.O.I… when I became a soloist,” Somi continued, her fingers gently stroking along Doyeon’s wet folds, “I lived a little differently.”

She pushed two fingers inside Doyeon slowly, curling them as she spoke.

“I was young, suddenly famous, and had a lot of freedom. No strict dorm rules anymore. I went to parties… met people. Older guys, a few girls… some staff, some industry people who wanted me.”

Doyeon’s breath hitched as Somi pumped her fingers slowly, her palm pressing against her clit.

“I learned how to kiss properly,” Somi murmured, leaning in to suck on Doyeon’s lower lip. “How to use my tongue… how deep to go. How to make someone weak just by kissing them.”

She thrust her fingers deeper, making wet, obscene sounds echo softly in the empty practice room.

“I had one boyfriend who liked it really sloppy… so I got used to kissing like this.” She licked into Doyeon’s mouth again, deliberately messy, letting saliva drip down Doyeon’s chin. “And the girls… they liked when I took control. Just like this.”

Somi’s other hand pushed Doyeon’s sports bra up completely, exposing her perky breasts. She lowered her head and sucked hard on one nipple, tongue flicking rapidly while her fingers continued fucking Doyeon’s soaked pussy.

“Fuck… Somi…” Doyeon moaned, one hand gripping Somi’s shoulder, the other tangled in her long hair.

Somi lifted her head, lips shiny with saliva, and smirked.

“Being a soloist means a lot of hotel rooms, late nights, and stress relief. Sometimes I needed someone to fuck the tension out of me after promotions… sometimes I wanted to be the one in control.”

She added a third finger, stretching Doyeon open while kissing her again — filthy, wet, and dominant. Their tongues tangled sloppily as Somi’s fingers moved faster, curling against that sensitive spot inside her.

“You’re so wet, unnie,” Somi whispered hotly against her lips. “Did you get turned on thinking about kissing me tomorrow? Or were you secretly hoping I’d touch you like this?”

Doyeon could barely speak, only letting out shaky moans and whimpers as Somi’s skilled fingers worked her relentlessly. Her hips started moving on their own, riding Somi’s hand.

Somi kissed her again, deeper and dirtier than before, while her thumb rubbed tight circles on Doyeon’s swollen clit.

The practice room was completely silent except for the wet sounds of Somi’s fingers thrusting into Doyeon and their heavy breathing.

Somi pulled her fingers out slowly, shiny with Doyeon’s arousal. She brought them to her mouth and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact, a wicked smile on her face.

“Unnie… you’re dripping,” Somi whispered. “I want more.”

Before Doyeon could respond, Somi pushed her gently but firmly against the mirrored wall, dropped to her knees, and yanked Doyeon’s practice shorts and panties down in one motion.

“Somi, wait— ahh!” Doyeon’s protest turned into a sharp moan as Somi buried her face between her legs.

Somi licked her hungrily, tongue sliding between her wet folds before sucking hard on her swollen clit. Doyeon’s legs trembled. She grabbed Somi’s hair with both hands, hips bucking involuntarily against Somi’s skilled mouth.

“Fuck… Somi— your tongue…!” Doyeon gasped, head falling back against the mirror.

Somi moaned against her pussy, the vibration sending shivers through Doyeon. She licked broad stripes from entrance to clit, then pushed her tongue inside, fucking her with it while her nose rubbed against Doyeon’s clit. Doyeon’s juices coated Somi’s chin as she ate her out messily and enthusiastically.

After several minutes of Doyeon’s increasingly loud moans, Somi stood up, lips glistening. She kissed Doyeon deeply, letting her taste herself on Somi’s tongue.

“Turn around,” Somi ordered softly.

Doyeon obeyed, placing her hands on the mirror. Somi pressed against her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other pulled Doyeon’s sports bra completely off. Somi’s hard nipples brushed against Doyeon’s back as she grinded her own soaked pussy against Doyeon’s ass.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Somi whispered, biting Doyeon’s shoulder. “Tall, elegant Doyeon… bent over and dripping for me.”

She slid two fingers back inside Doyeon from behind, fucking her steadily while rubbing her clit. Doyeon’s moans grew louder, her breath fogging up the mirror.

“I’m close— Somi, I’m gonna cum—” Doyeon whimpered.

“Then cum for me, unnie.”

Doyeon came hard with a broken cry, her pussy clenching around Somi’s fingers, legs shaking violently. Somi held her up, kissing her neck softly as she rode out the orgasm.

But Somi wasn’t done.

She turned Doyeon around, kissed her sloppily, then guided her down onto the practice room floor. Somi quickly stripped off her own clothes and climbed on top, positioning them in a scissoring position. She pressed her wet pussy directly against Doyeon’s, grinding down with slow, deep rolls of her hips.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” Somi groaned, head falling back as their clits rubbed together.

Doyeon’s hands gripped Somi’s thighs, pulling her closer as their wet pussies slid against each other faster and faster. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room. Somi leaned forward, sucking on Doyeon’s breasts while grinding harder, their juices mixing together.

They changed positions again. Somi lay on her back and pulled Doyeon on top of her in a 69. Doyeon hesitated for only a second before lowering her pussy onto Somi’s face while taking Somi’s dripping cunt into her own mouth.

They ate each other out desperately — tongues, lips, and fingers working frantically. Moans were muffled by each other’s pussies. Somi’s hands gripped Doyeon’s ass, spreading her cheeks as she licked deeper.

After Doyeon came a second time on Somi’s tongue, Somi flipped them again. She pushed Doyeon’s legs back toward her chest, folding the taller girl in half, and pressed their pussies together once more, grinding hard and fast.

“I’m gonna cum too—” Somi gasped.

Both of them came almost at the same time, bodies shaking, pussies gushing against each other. They rode out their orgasms with sloppy, desperate grinds until they were both spent.

They collapsed beside each other on the practice room floor, sweaty, naked, and breathing heavily. Somi turned her head and kissed Doyeon softly, much gentler than before.

“…That was better practice than I expected,” Somi whispered with a tired but satisfied smile.

Doyeon let out a weak laugh, covering her flushed face with her arm.

“You’re going to kill me tomorrow on set… and I think I might let you.”

Somi and Doyeon lay tangled together on the cool wooden floor of the practice room, their naked bodies glistening with sweat under the dimmed lights. Their breathing was still heavy and uneven. Somi’s head rested on Doyeon’s chest, one leg draped lazily over Doyeon’s thigh. Doyeon’s fingers gently stroked through Somi’s messy hair.

“Fuck… I can’t feel my legs,” Doyeon whispered with a tired laugh, her voice hoarse from moaning.

Somi smiled against her skin and placed a soft kiss on Doyeon’s collarbone. “You came so hard the second time. I thought you were going to pass out.”

“Shut up,” Doyeon muttered, but there was no real anger in her voice. She pulled Somi closer, hugging her tightly. “You’re dangerous when you get like that.”

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow. The large practice room felt strangely peaceful now. The mirrors reflected their intertwined bodies — two beautiful, exhausted idols lying naked on the floor after hours of intense “practice.”

Somi glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s already 1:47 AM…”

“Shit,” Doyeon sighed. “The others left hours ago. We should probably get dressed and go home.”

Neither of them moved. They were too comfortable, too drained, too satisfied.

A few minutes later, the sound of the practice room door opening echoed through the silence.

Both girls froze.

An elderly man in his late 70s stepped inside, pushing a cleaning cart. He was the night janitor — Mr. Park — who had worked at the company building for over twenty years. He was wearing his usual gray uniform, earphones in his ears, humming an old trot song to himself as he prepared to mop the floor.

He hadn’t noticed them yet.

Somi’s eyes widened in panic. She quickly grabbed her discarded shirt and tried to cover both of their bodies, but it was far too small. Doyeon sat up abruptly, grabbing her shorts and pressing them against her chest.

Mr. Park finally looked up as he turned on the main lights.

“……..”

For three long seconds, complete silence filled the room.

The elderly janitor stood frozen, eyes wide behind his glasses, staring at the two naked idols on the floor — legs still tangled, bodies marked with hickeys and flushed from their activities.

Somi reacted first.

“Ah—! Ahjussi!” she yelped, trying to cover Doyeon’s breasts with her arm while simultaneously covering herself. “Wait! This isn’t— we were just—!”

Doyeon, usually the calmer one, turned bright red from her neck to her ears. She grabbed Somi’s towel and tried to cover her lower body, but it only made the scene look more chaotic.

Mr. Park blinked slowly, his wrinkled face completely blank from shock. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally spoke in a shaky, raspy voice.

“…I… I’ll come back later.”

He immediately turned around, nearly knocking over his cleaning cart in his haste. The old man pushed the cart out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him, the wheels squeaking loudly down the hallway.

The door closed with a loud click.

Somi and Doyeon stared at each other in dead silence for three full seconds.

Then Somi burst out laughing first, collapsing onto Doyeon’s chest.

“Oh my god— did you see his face?!” Somi wheezed, laughing so hard her body shook. “I think we just gave that poor ahjussi a heart attack!”

Doyeon covered her face with both hands, mortified but unable to stop the embarrassed laughter bubbling out of her. “This is so embarrassing… He’s worked here forever. He’s going to remember this until he dies.”

Somi wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. “At least he didn’t take any photos. I think. Probably.”

Doyeon peeked through her fingers, cheeks burning. “We should probably leave before he comes back with security… or worse, tells the other staff.”

They quickly helped each other get dressed, stealing quick kisses and laughing between every piece of clothing they put on. Somi’s shirt was inside out. Doyeon’s hair was a complete mess. Both of them still had flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips.

As they finally slipped out of the practice room hand-in-hand, Somi leaned over and whispered playfully into Doyeon’s ear:

“Next time we practice the kiss scene… we should do it at my place.”

Doyeon elbowed her lightly, but couldn’t hide her smile.

Note: You can end the reading here with Somi and Doyeon. The below this is some twist filler scenario for fun.

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The elderly janitor, Mr. Park, stood frozen in the doorway, his wrinkled hand still gripping the cleaning cart. His eyes were wide with shock behind his thick glasses as he took in the sight before him: two of the most famous idols in the country, completely naked and flushed on the practice room floor.

Before Doyeon could even process what was happening or try to cover herself properly, Somi did something completely unexpected.

Instead of panicking or hiding, Somi slowly sat up, not bothering to cover her breasts. She looked straight at the old man with a bold, almost playful smirk.

“Ahjussi…” Somi said softly, her voice still husky from earlier activities. “You don’t have to leave.”

Mr. Park blinked rapidly, his mouth opening but no sound coming out.

Doyeon’s head snapped toward Somi. “Somi?! What are you—?!”

Somi ignored her, keeping her gaze on the stunned 77-year-old janitor. She tilted her head cutely, though her eyes were dark with lingering lust.

“You’ve been cleaning after us for so many years… working late every night while we practice,” Somi continued, her tone sweet but dripping with seduction. “You must be tired, right? Why don’t you… join us for a little bit? We can help you relax.”

Doyeon’s face turned bright red. “Jeon Somi, have you lost your mind?!”

But Somi was already standing up slowly, completely naked, her tall, toned body on full display. She took a few steps toward Mr. Park, her hips swaying naturally.

The old man’s hands trembled on the cart handle. His eyes darted between Somi’s perky breasts, her slim waist, and her still-wet thighs, clearly overwhelmed.

“I… I… This isn’t…” he stammered, voice cracking.

Somi stopped right in front of him and gently took one of his wrinkled hands. She placed it directly on her bare breast.

“It’s okay, ahjussi,” she whispered softly. “No one else is here. It’s just us. You can touch.”

Mr. Park’s breath hitched. His rough, calloused palm instinctively squeezed Somi’s soft breast, making her let out a small moan.

Doyeon watched in stunned silence, still sitting on the floor, half-covering herself with a towel. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

Somi glanced back at Doyeon with a mischievous smile. “Unnie… come here. Don’t be shy. Ahjussi has worked so hard for us all these years. Let’s be nice to him.”

She pulled the trembling old man further into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.

Mr. Park looked like he might faint any second, but his eyes were filled with a mix of disbelief and raw desire as Somi guided his other hand between her legs, letting him feel how wet she still was.

“See?” Somi purred. “We’re already warmed up. You can do whatever you want tonight…”

Mr. Park stood frozen, his wrinkled hand cupping Somi’s soft breast, his other fingers tentatively touching her wet pussy. The old man’s breathing was ragged, his face flushed with a mix of shock and overwhelming arousal.

Somi smiled wickedly and leaned in, kissing the elderly janitor softly on the lips. “It’s okay, ahjussi… Touch me more.”

Doyeon was still sitting on the floor, wide-eyed and speechless. “Somi… this is crazy…”

But Somi reached out her hand toward Doyeon. “Unnie… come here. You were so wet just now. Don’t you want to feel good too?”

After a few seconds of hesitation, Doyeon slowly stood up and walked over, her tall, naked body trembling slightly. Somi pulled her into a deep kiss, then guided Mr. Park’s other hand to Doyeon’s breast.

The old janitor groaned deeply as he felt two pairs of young, firm breasts in his hands. His rough, calloused fingers squeezed and explored them clumsily but eagerly.

Somi dropped to her knees first. She unzipped Mr. Park’s work pants with practiced ease and pulled out his already hardening cock. It was thick and veiny, though not as hard as it once was. Somi looked up at him with bright eyes and took him into her mouth without hesitation, sucking him sloppily while stroking the base.

“Ahh… fuck…” the old man groaned, his legs shaking.

Doyeon watched in stunned silence for a moment before Somi pulled her down beside her. “Help me, unnie.”

Reluctantly at first, then with growing curiosity, Doyeon leaned in and licked along the side of the janitor’s cock while Somi sucked the head. The two idols took turns sucking him, their tongues occasionally meeting around his shaft in wet, messy kisses.

Mr. Park’s knees nearly buckled. “You girls… are going to kill this old man…”

Somi stood up and pushed the cleaning cart aside. She bent over one of the practice room chairs, spreading her legs. “Fuck me first, ahjussi.”

The elderly janitor didn’t need to be told twice. He moved behind Somi, lined up his cock, and pushed inside her soaked pussy with a deep groan. Somi moaned loudly as he entered her.

“Yes… just like that,” she encouraged, pushing her ass back against him.

While Mr. Park fucked Somi from behind with steady thrusts, Doyeon stood in front of Somi. Somi pulled Doyeon closer and buried her face between Doyeon’s legs again, eating her out while getting fucked.

The practice room filled with wet slapping sounds, moans, and the old man’s heavy breathing.

After a few minutes, they changed positions. Somi lay on her back on the floor. Mr. Park got on top of her in missionary, thrusting into her while Somi wrapped her long legs around his waist. Doyeon straddled Somi’s face, grinding her pussy against Somi’s tongue while facing the old man.

Mr. Park reached out and groped Doyeon’s breasts as he fucked Somi harder. The three of them moved together in a messy, obscene rhythm.

“Harder, ahjussi,” Somi moaned from below. “Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck idols.”

The elderly janitor groaned loudly and pounded Somi with everything he had left. Doyeon leaned forward and kissed him sloppily while riding Somi’s face.

They switched again. This time Doyeon was on all fours. Mr. Park entered her from behind while Somi lay underneath, licking where they were joined and sucking on Doyeon’s clit.

Doyeon came first, shaking violently as she cried out.

Somi took her place again, riding the old man reverse cowgirl while Doyeon sat on his face. The two idols kissed each other messily, tongues tangling as they used the elderly janitor together.

Finally, Mr. Park couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to cum—” he groaned hoarsely.

“Inside me,” Somi demanded, bouncing faster. “Fill me up, ahjussi.”

With a deep, shaky groan, the 77-year-old janitor came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into Somi’s pussy. Somi moaned loudly as she felt him throbbing inside her, grinding down to take every drop.

When he finally pulled out, cum dripped from Somi’s used hole onto the practice room floor. Doyeon leaned down and licked Somi clean, tasting the old man’s cum mixed with Somi’s juices.

Mr. Park was still catching his breath, his spent cock softening after filling Somi. Cum was slowly leaking from Somi’s pussy onto the wooden floor.

Somi noticed Doyeon’s flushed face and hungry eyes. She smirked and whispered something into Doyeon’s ear. Doyeon bit her lip, hesitating for only a moment before nodding.

Somi gently pushed the old man onto his back and guided Doyeon on top of him.

“Go on, unnie,” Somi purred. “He’s still hard enough. Use him.”

Doyeon, tall and elegant even in this depraved situation, straddled Mr. Park’s hips. She reached down, stroking his cum-slick cock back to full hardness with her long fingers. The elderly janitor groaned deeply, staring up at Doyeon’s beautiful face and perky breasts in pure disbelief.

“You’re so big…” Doyeon whispered shyly as she aligned his cock with her entrance. She slowly sank down, taking him inside her tight, wet pussy.

“Ahh—!” Doyeon moaned loudly as she bottomed out. Her long legs flexed as she began riding him, rolling her hips in deep, sensual motions.

Mr. Park’s wrinkled hands reached up and grabbed Doyeon’s waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin. “So tight… Miss Doyeon… you feel incredible…”

Doyeon placed her hands on his chest for leverage and started bouncing faster, her tall body moving gracefully. Her breasts bounced with every drop, and the wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his cock echoed through the practice room.

Somi knelt beside them, kissing Doyeon passionately while one hand played with her bouncing tits and the other rubbed her clit.

“You look so fucking hot riding him, unnie,” Somi whispered between kisses. “Does his old cock feel good inside you?”

Doyeon moaned loudly, nodding desperately. “Yes… it’s so thick… hitting so deep—”

Somi smiled and pushed Doyeon forward, making her lean over the old man in a prone position. Mr. Park instinctively wrapped his arms around Doyeon’s slim waist and started thrusting up into her with surprising strength for his age.

The new angle made Doyeon cry out in pleasure. Somi moved behind Doyeon, spreading her ass cheeks and licking her tight hole while the janitor fucked Doyeon’s pussy.

Doyeon was losing control. Her usual cool, elegant image had completely shattered. She was moaning shamelessly, face pressed against the old man’s shoulder as he pounded into her.

“Harder— ahh! Fuck me harder, ahjussi!” she begged, voice breaking.

Mr. Park groaned and gave everything he had, slamming up into the tall idol’s tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder and wetter.

Somi reached under them and rubbed Doyeon’s clit rapidly while continuing to lick her ass.

Doyeon came violently.

Her whole body shook as she screamed, pussy gushing around the janitor’s cock. Her long legs trembled uncontrollably. Mr. Park kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until Doyeon was a moaning, drooling mess.

Finally, the old man couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m cumming—!” he rasped.

Doyeon pushed her hips down, taking him as deep as possible.

“Inside me… please cum inside me,” she whimpered.

With a deep, guttural groan, Mr. Park unloaded his second load of the night, pumping thick, hot cum deep into Doyeon’s womb. Doyeon moaned brokenly as she felt him throbbing and filling her up.

When he finally pulled out, a large amount of thick white cum poured from Doyeon’s stretched pussy, dripping down onto the floor.

Somi immediately leaned down and licked Doyeon clean, tasting the mixture of the janitor’s cum and Doyeon’s juices.

The three of them lay exhausted on the practice room floor — Doyeon in the middle, breathing heavily with cum still leaking from her, Somi cuddling against her left side, and the elderly janitor on the right, looking like he had just experienced heaven.

Mr. Park stared at the ceiling, dazed while Doyeon collapsed beside them, still trembling and leaking cum, Somi turned her attention fully to Mr. Park with a mischievous, hungry smile.

She crawled on top of the exhausted 77-year-old janitor, straddling his waist. His cock was still semi-hard, slick with a mixture of both girls’ juices.

“Ahjussi… you came so much inside Doyeon-unnie,” Somi purred, grinding her soaked pussy slowly along his shaft. “Now it’s my turn again. I want you to fuck me properly.”

Mr. Park looked up at her with dazed, lust-filled eyes. “Miss Somi… I’m an old man… I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” Somi whispered confidently. She reached down, stroked his cock until it hardened again, then guided the head to her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion.

“Ahh~” Somi moaned loudly as she took every inch. “So thick… even after cumming twice.”

She started riding him hard, bouncing her tight, athletic body up and down on the old man’s cock. Her perky breasts bounced rhythmically with every movement. Mr. Park groaned deeply, his wrinkled hands gripping her slim waist as she fucked herself on him.

Somi leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest for leverage, and rolled her hips in deep, filthy circles.

“Does my pussy feel good, ahjussi?” she asked breathlessly, looking down at him with lust-filled eyes. “You’ve been watching us practice all these years… Did you ever jerk off thinking about fucking me?”

Mr. Park groaned louder, his hips starting to thrust up to meet her bounces. “Yes… God yes… I’m sorry… I always thought you were so beautiful…”

Somi smiled wickedly and rode him faster, her ass slapping loudly against his thighs.

“Good. Then cum inside me as much as you want tonight.”

Doyeon, still recovering beside them, watched with wide eyes as Somi fucked the elderly janitor without shame. Somi reached over and pulled Doyeon into a messy kiss while continuing to bounce on Mr. Park’s cock.

After a few minutes, Somi climbed off and got on all fours in front of the old man.

“From behind,” she demanded. “Fuck me like a dog.”

Mr. Park got on his knees with surprising energy and pushed back into Somi’s dripping pussy. He gripped her slim waist and started thrusting hard, his wrinkled hips slapping against her round ass.

“Yes— just like that!” Somi moaned, pushing back against him. “Harder, ahjussi! Fuck me harder!”

The old man gave everything he had, pounding into the young idol’s tight cunt with wet, obscene sounds. Somi’s long hair swayed as her body rocked forward with every thrust. Doyeon moved in front of Somi, spreading her legs so Somi could eat her out again while getting fucked from behind.

The three of them formed a chain of pleasure — Mr. Park fucking Somi doggy style, Somi moaning into Doyeon’s pussy.

Somi came first this time, her walls clenching tightly around the janitor’s cock as she cried out, muffled by Doyeon’s cunt.

Mr. Park kept thrusting through her orgasm, his breathing ragged and desperate.

“I’m close again…” he warned.

Somi looked back over her shoulder with a filthy smile. “Cum inside me. Fill your little idol up.”

With a deep, shaky groan, the elderly janitor buried himself as deep as possible and came for the third time that night. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Somi’s pussy, overflowing and dripping down her thighs onto the practice room floor.

Somi moaned happily, grinding back against him to milk every last drop.

When he finally pulled out, Somi’s pussy was a creamy, gaping mess. She turned around, kissed the old man deeply on the lips, then lay down between him and Doyeon.

All three of them were exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, breathing heavily on the floor of the practice room.

Somi gently stroked Mr. Park’s chest and whispered with a satisfied smile:

“Thank you for your hard work all these years, ahjussi… Consider this our special thank you gift.”

The old janitor could only stare at the ceiling in a blissful, dazed state, as if he had just lived out the greatest fantasy of his life.