Season Two: Part V (1)

You walk down the dim hallway toward Winter and Ningning’s dorm. Your phone is still warm in your pocket. Your pulse still hasn’t settled. And your mind is playing the same two phone calls on a loop.

“Minjeong-ah… I need you to step up your seducing. I’m close to losing. If he touches me like that again, I’m done.”

“Please…help me make him lose before I do.”

Karina is secretly plotting with Winter to break you. You should’ve known.

Winter’s voice, soft and trembling, nothing like the playful tone she uses in front of her members.

“Oppa… I really was trying to hint it. But you didn’t do anything.”

A pause you felt in your spine.

“So, I’m just going to say it.”

Another pause.

“Come over.”

Your jaw tightened. Your grip on your phone slipped, despite you knowing Karina put her up to this.

She continued.

“I want to have sex with you.”

“Right now.”

“…Please.”

And you, with Karina’s betrayal ringing in your ear, with the knowledge that Winter wasn’t an innocent player but part of this trap, answered calmly.

“Yes.”

Winter exhaled like she’d been waiting all month for that one word.

Now you’re here. At her door. You stop walking and stare at the panel with their unit number on it. Your bag hangs from your shoulder. Inside, wrapped in the receipt from the hardware shop down the street is the coil of red rope you bought.

Your fingers brush against the bag. It feels heavier than it should. Heavier with everything you’re about to do. Not because Winter asked for sex. Not because Karina sent her to seduce you. But because this is the perfect moment for your own counterattack.

If Winter wants to “help” Karina break you? Fine. You’ll give Winter exactly what she asked for. And then you’ll use her eagerness to flip the whole game upside down.

You raise your hand. You ring the doorbell. For a heartbeat, nothing happens. Then the lock clicks. A slow, careful click.

The door cracks open just a few centimeters, enough for warm air to spill out. Enough for a soft voice to slip through the gap.

“Oppa…?”

Winter’s voice.

You push the door open the rest of the way.

Her silhouette stands framed in the golden dorm light. Her hair is falling down her shoulders. An oversized white shirt is barely covering anything. Bare legs peek out beneath the hem.

Her eyes drop immediately to your bag. You see her swallow.

“You… brought something?”

You smile. Not gentle or hesitant. But a victorious smile. Because Winter thinks she’s in control. And she has no idea that everything she and Karina planned just handed you exactly the weapon you needed.

Winter steps back just enough for you to enter, then softly pushes the door shut behind you. The click of the lock feels strangely loud in the quiet apartment.

She exhales. It’s a tiny, nervous sound. She’s hesitating. Not because she changed her mind. Not because she doesn’t want you here. But because the fantasy she’s been chasing in her head for days - the teasing, the hints, the cropped tops, the car ride, your eyes on her waist - has suddenly turned real.

Her fingers fidget with the hem of her oversized shirt. Her eyes flick to your mouth, then away, then back. You’re about to say something reassuring, ask if she wants to take it slow, when Winter suddenly rises onto her tiptoes. Her small hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and then…she pulls you down and kisses you.

There’s no warning. Just Winter’s soft mouth pressing into yours with desperate determination. As if she’s trying to make up for every moment you didn’t kiss her back when she was hinting. Your hands lift automatically, but you keep them gentle. You rest them on her waist, thumb brushing her clothed skin. Winter pushes herself closer. Her breath mixes with yours. Her kiss grows hungrier and needier, almost relieved when you don’t pull back.

Then, her leg curls around your thigh. She rubs against you, pressing her body into yours. She does it because she wants to feel what she does to you. You feel her tremble when she realizes exactly how hard you are already. Winter’s lips part in a soft gasp against yours. And then she makes a tiny, breathy sound, something between a moan and a whine, and lifts her other leg.

She clings to you. Instinct kicks in. Your hands slide down behind her and cup her ass through the thin cotton of her shirt. You lift her easily. Her body is featherlight and warmer than you expected. Her thighs tighten around your hips as if she was made to cling to you like this.

Winter presses her forehead to yours, breathing hard.

“Oppa… don’t drop me.”

She whispers, but there’s laughter under it, a nervous kind that betrays her excitement.

You grip her ass a little tighter.

“I won’t.”

She smiles against your mouth.

And then she kisses you again, deeper, slower, more sure of herself, as you carry her deeper into the hallway, her small frame bouncing just slightly in your hands with each step.

Winter kisses you between every breath, soft, urgent pecks that trail from your lips to your jaw and back again, before she whispers against your mouth.

“Oppa… take me to my room.”

Her voice is thin with excitement. Her legs squeeze around your waist, her arms looped tightly around your neck.

You nod once, then shift your grip under her ass and start walking down the short hallway. Winter keeps kissing you as you move, her lips brushing yours. Her thighs tighten every time your hands flex under her.

You’re halfway to her room when something catches your attention. A line of warm light under Ningning’s door. She’s awake. Winter doesn’t notice your quick glance.
She’s too focused on your mouth, too wrapped up in kissing you like she’s finally getting something she’s been craving for far too long.

By the time you reach her door, Winter pulls her lips from yours.

“In there.”