Day & Night

The lights in the Ewha Womans University ECC Samsung Hall dimmed to a deep, pulsing blue as the opening beats of Tyla’s ‘Water’ thumped through the massive speakers. You stood in the wings, headset pressed tight against your ear, one hand gripping the clipboard with the cue sheet like it was the only thing keeping the entire night from unraveling. The air backstage was thick with the smell of hairspray, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of hot stage lights. Crew members moved in controlled chaos around you—stagehands checking harness points, the lighting director hunched over his console calling out numbers, the sound engineer nodding along to the click track in his headphones.

“Standby for opening dance cue,” you said into the mic, voice low and steady. “Lighting, go on the downbeat. Sound, push the vocal reverb just a touch—she wants it breathy tonight.”

“Copy,” came the crisp reply from the lighting board.

You watched the monitor in front of you. The main stage was bathed in shifting turquoise and white strobes as Hyeri stepped out from the opposite wing. She was wearing the first outfit of the night: a cropped white tank that clung to her torso like a second skin, paired with high-waisted black cargo pants that sat low on her hips, the waistband teasing the sharp cut of her pelvis every time she moved. Her long dark hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swung with every step. The crowd erupted the second she appeared—screams layered over the bass, lightsticks waving in frantic patterns.

She launched straight into the choreography. Hips rolling in that signature fluid wave, shoulders popping sharp on the beats, arms slicing through the air like she was cutting water itself. You could see the sweat already starting to bead along her collarbones under the hot lights. Every roll of her torso made the cropped tank ride up just enough to flash a sliver of smooth stomach, the muscles there tightening and releasing with each sharp isolation. She hit the final pose on the last beat, chest heaving, ponytail whipping around as she turned to face the screaming audience with that signature bright, teasing smile.

“Great entrance,” you muttered into the headset, more to yourself than anyone. “Standby for segment one transition. Hyeri-graphy Research in thirty seconds.”

You caught movement in your peripheral vision. One of the younger stagehands, Minjun, was jogging past with a fresh mic pack. “Manager-nim, quick change rack is ready for the medley. Outfit three is pressed and waiting.”

“Good. Tell the dresser we’re on schedule.” You glanced at the clock on the monitor. The first show had gone smoothly so far. The night show was running even hotter—more energy in the room, more screams when she hit the sensual sections. You adjusted your headset. “Hyeri, you good? Mic levels look solid from here.”

Her voice came back through the private channel, slightly breathless from the dance but still carrying that light, playful tone she always used with you. “I’m good, oppa. The crowd feels crazy tonight. Did you see the lightstick ocean when I came out?”

“I saw it. Keep that energy. We’re going into the research segment now—remember the cue for the image game. Don’t rush the punchlines.”

She laughed softly, the sound crackling through your earpiece. “Yes, sir. Don’t worry, I practiced the timing with the screen cues yesterday.”

The lights shifted to a softer, warmer tone as she moved center stage for the “Hyeri-graphy Research” segment. A large screen behind her lit up with rotating images from her past dramas and variety shows—Reply 1988, May I Help You?, Friendly Rivalry stills flashing in quick succession. She bantered with the audience, pointing at the screen, making exaggerated faces at her younger self, drawing big laughs when she imitated her own aegyo from the Girl’s Day days. You watched her body language shift from performer to storyteller—shoulders relaxing, one hand resting on her hip, the other gesturing animatedly. Even in this casual moment, every movement drew the eye. The way her ponytail brushed the bare skin between her shoulder blades. The subtle arch in her lower back when she leaned forward to read a fan comment projected on the screen.

“Lighting, warm it up on her face for the talk segment,” you instructed. “Sound, pull the music bed down—let her voice carry.”

Behind you, the crew worked like a well-oiled machine. The stage manager, Jiyoon, was already prepping the quick-change area just offstage left. Two dressers stood ready with the next outfit—the black backless velvet piece she would wear later for the Jennie cover. You caught Jiyoon’s eye and gave her a quick nod. She returned it, mouthing “medley ready” before turning back to check the rack.

On stage, Hyeri was in the middle of a story about filming a kiss scene in Friendly Rivalry. The crowd was eating it up, some fans screaming the ship name with Chung Su-bin. You smiled faintly despite yourself. She handled these moments with such natural charm—teasing but never crossing lines, always keeping it light and fun. Her voice carried clearly through the monitors, warm and slightly raspy from the earlier dance.

You checked the cue sheet again. After this segment came the special stage. Then the games. Then the big one—the Girls’ Day medley that everyone had been waiting for.

“Standby for special stage transition in two minutes,” you said into the headset. “Jennie track ready? Lighting for the sensual cue?”

“Track is cued,” the sound engineer confirmed. “Lighting board standing by for the red wash.”

Hyeri finished her talk segment with a deep bow, thanking the fans for the stories and laughs. The lights began to shift—cool blues bleeding into deeper reds and purples as the intro to Jennie’s ‘Damn Right’ started pulsing. She disappeared into the quick-change area for less than ninety seconds. You watched on the monitor as the dressers helped her out of the cropped tank and cargos and into the sleek black velvet outfit—the backless design that left almost her entire spine exposed, the skirt short enough to show the full length of her toned legs. The fabric hugged every curve, the deep V in the front offering just enough cleavage to make the crowd lose their minds when she stepped back into the light.

She re-emerged like she’d never left. The second the beat dropped, she owned the stage. Slow, deliberate movements—hips swaying in lazy circles, hands sliding down her own sides, head tilting back as she sang the sensual lyrics. Every roll of her shoulders made the velvet shift against her skin. The backless cut meant every subtle arch of her spine was visible under the red lights, the muscles along her back flexing with each breathy note. Sweat glistened along her neck and collarbones, catching the light as she turned. You found yourself staring at the monitor a second longer than necessary, jaw tight.

“Sound, bring her vocal up a hair—she’s getting into it,” you said, voice a touch rougher than intended.

The performance built beautifully. She hit every mark, every hip roll timed perfectly with the beat. When she dropped into a low squat during the bridge, the skirt rode up just enough to flash the smooth skin of her inner thighs before she rose again, ponytail swinging. The crowd was screaming so loud you could feel the vibration through the floor even backstage.

“Beautiful,” you murmured into the private channel once the song ended. “You killed that. Standby for game segment. Hyerumable in thirty.”

Her laugh came back, a little more breathless this time. “Thanks, oppa. That outfit is dangerous though. Almost lost the strap on the last spin.”

You chuckled despite the tension coiling in your gut. “We noticed. Dressers are standing by if anything shifts. You’ve got this.”

The game segment rolled on without issue—mini challenges with randomly selected fans, Hyeri’s bright laughter filling the hall as she teased participants and handed out prizes. You stayed glued to the monitors, occasionally stepping out to check sightlines or give quiet instructions to passing crew. The energy backstage was electric but controlled. Everyone knew the medley was coming next. It was the emotional peak of the show—the moment fans had been screaming about since the tour was announced.

“Standby for medley,” you announced into the headset, voice carrying to every station. “Lighting, we’re going with the brighter nostalgic wash for the first half, then shift to the sexier cues on ‘Ring My Bell.’ Sound, prepare the medley track—day version cues active for this show. Quick change team, be ready the second she hits the wing. Medley outfit is the striped bodysuit from earlier in the tour.”

“Copy that,” Jiyoon replied from the change area. “Rack is prepped. We’re good.”

You watched Hyeri finish the last game, bowing to the screaming fans before jogging toward the wing. She passed close enough that you caught the scent of her perfume mixed with stage sweat—something sweet and floral that always lingered on her after performances. She glanced your way, eyes bright, and gave you a quick thumbs-up before disappearing behind the curtain for the final quick change.

The moment she was out of sight, the crew sprang into coordinated motion. Stagehands rolled out the final set pieces. The lighting board lit up with a flurry of button presses. You stayed planted near the monitor, one hand on your headset, the other resting on the railing as the familiar opening notes of the Girls’ Day medley began to swell.

Hyeri stepped back into the spotlight wearing the black-and-white striped one-piece that had become iconic during the tour—a strapless bodysuit that hugged her like it was painted on, the high-cut legs showing off the full length of her thighs and the curve of her ass with every step. The white cap sat tilted on her head, adding a playful touch to the otherwise dangerously sexy look. The crowd lost it the second they recognized the outfit.

She launched straight into “Something,” the choreography sharp and nostalgic. Every pop of her hips, every precise hand movement sent ripples through the audience. The striped fabric stretched across her chest with each breath, the sweetheart neckline framing the swell of her breasts as she moved. When she turned, the high-cut legs of the bodysuit rode up just enough to show the smooth curve where thigh met ass, the material clinging to every inch.

You called the cues calmly even as your pulse picked up. “Lighting, hit the pink wash on the chorus. Sound, keep the vocal crisp—she’s projecting hard tonight.”

The medley flowed. ‘Ring My Bell’ came next, the beat dropping heavier. Hyeri’s movements grew more sensual—rolling her hips in slow circles, running her hands down her own sides, arching her back during the high notes. The bodysuit left very little to the imagination; every curve was accentuated under the shifting lights. Halfway through the song, during a sharp spin, one of the thin straps at her shoulder slipped down. The fabric dipped dangerously low on one side, threatening to expose more than intended.

The crowd gasped. You tensed, already halfway to signaling the quick-change team, but Hyeri didn’t miss a beat. She smoothly caught the strap with two fingers mid-choreography, securing it back in place while continuing the dance like nothing had happened. The professionalism in that single movement made something hot and proud twist in your chest.

“Fuck, she’s good,” you muttered under your breath, not realizing you’d said it out loud until the sound engineer chuckled through the headset.

“Manager-nim’s favorite performer,” he teased lightly.

You ignored the comment, focusing on the next cues. “Lighting, go to the sexier red on the transition. Sound, prepare for ‘Darling’—keep the energy up.”

The medley continued seamlessly. ‘Darling’ brought brighter, cuter choreography that contrasted beautifully with the more mature sections. Then came “Twinkle Twinkle,” the nostalgic early hit that had the entire hall screaming the lyrics back at her. Hyeri’s smile was radiant as she danced, ponytail swinging, body moving with that perfect mix of precision and playful energy. The high-cut legs of the bodysuit flashed more skin with every kick and turn, the striped pattern drawing the eye to the sway of her hips.

By the time she hit ‘Hug Me Once’ and ‘Expectation,’ the crowd was in a full nostalgic frenzy. Hyeri poured everything into the final songs—voice strong, movements sharp, sweat making her skin glow under the lights. The bodysuit was practically molded to her by now, clinging to the curve of her ass, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts with every heavy breath.

As the last notes of the medley faded, Hyeri struck the final pose, chest heaving, a wide grin splitting her face as the hall exploded in cheers. She bowed deeply, waving to all sides of the venue, before jogging toward the wing where you stood waiting.

She was flushed, breathing hard, strands of hair sticking to her damp neck and forehead. The bodysuit was slightly askew from the intense dancing, one strap threatening to slip again. Up close, you could see the sheen of sweat across her collarbones and the way the tight fabric rose and fell with each breath.

You stepped forward instinctively, already reaching for the spare towel hanging nearby. “You were incredible,” you said, voice low enough that only she could hear over the screaming crowd. “That strap almost got you. You handled it like a pro.”

Hyeri laughed breathlessly, accepting the towel and dabbing at her neck. Her eyes met yours for a brief second—bright, grateful, and carrying that familiar spark that always lingered after a great performance. “Thanks, oppa. I felt the whole hall tonight. The medley hit different in the night show.”

You nodded, already turning to the crew. “Quick change in thirty seconds. Night outfit ready? We’ve got the fan talk segment next.”

Jiyoon and the dressers were already moving in. Hyeri gave you one last small smile before disappearing behind the curtain with them, the sound of zippers and fabric rustling mixing with the distant roar of the audience calling for an encore.

You stayed by the wing, headset still on, watching the monitors as the crew prepared the next segment. Your pulse was still elevated from watching her out there—every move, every curve accentuated by the lights and the tight outfits. The night was only halfway through, but the energy was already electric.

You exhaled slowly, adjusting your headset. “Standby for fan talk transition. Let’s keep this momentum going.”

The final segment of the night show stretched on like honey. After the Girls’ Day medley, Hyeri moved into the fan talk portion with that same bright, slightly breathless energy she always carried after a big performance. You watched from the wings as she sat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling, answering questions and reading fan letters. The striped bodysuit was still damp with sweat, clinging tighter than before. Every time she leaned forward to take a letter, the sweetheart neckline dipped, giving the front rows a generous view of her cleavage. You caught yourself staring at the way the material stretched across her chest, the way a single bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts before disappearing into the fabric.

“Manager-nim,” one of the stagehands murmured beside you, “she’s asking for water again.”

You nodded, already moving. You grabbed a cold bottle from the cooler and waited for the perfect moment to hand it to her when she turned toward the wing. When she saw you, her eyes softened for half a second.

“Thanks, oppa,” she said quietly into her mic, taking the bottle. Her fingers brushed yours. The contact was brief, but it sent a small current up your arm.

She finished strong. The final bows were chaotic and emotional — she kept bowing even after the lights started to dim, waving at every section of the hall like she didn’t want to leave. The crowd chanted her name until the very last second.

Once the house lights came up and the audience began filing out, the real work began backstage.

You were already moving toward the artist’s hallway when you heard her voice through the headset.

“Oppa, come here for a second.”

You found her near the main stage entrance, surrounded by the dance crew. She was still in the striped bodysuit, white cap slightly crooked, ponytail messy from all the dancing. The crew had changed into their post-show black shirts, but they were just as sweaty as she was.

“Picture time!” one of the dancers called out.

Hyeri grinned and waved you over. “Manager-nim, join us. You worked as hard as we did tonight.”

You shook your head, but she grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the frame anyway. The photographer counted down. In the split second before the flash, Hyeri leaned into your side, one arm wrapping around your waist. You felt the heat of her body through the thin material of the bodysuit, the way her hip pressed against yours. She smelled like perfume, sweat, and the faint trace of the stage fog machine.

The camera clicked several times. Hyeri stayed close even after the photos were done, only letting go when one of the dancers pulled her into a group hug. You stepped back, watching as she laughed and posed with each of them, signing a few phone cases and taking individual pictures. She was glowing — cheeks flushed, eyes bright, still riding the adrenaline high.

Eventually the crew dispersed, leaving just the two of you in the hallway for a moment.

“You were really good tonight,” you said quietly. “Both shows. The night one especially.”

Hyeri tilted her head, smiling up at you. A few strands of hair stuck to her damp cheek. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

She studied your face for a second longer than necessary, then nodded toward the artist’s room. “Come with me? I don’t want to be alone yet. My body’s still buzzing.”

You followed her down the corridor. The artist’s room was already prepared — soft lighting, a couch, a small table with water and snacks, and her change of clothes hanging on a rack. The moment the door closed behind you, the noise of the venue faded into a muffled hum.

Hyeri let out a long sigh and dropped onto the couch, legs spreading slightly as she leaned back. The bodysuit rode up even higher on her thighs. She reached up and pulled the white cap off, tossing it onto the table, then ran both hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face.

“God, that felt good,” she murmured. “The medley especially. Did you see the crowd during ‘Something’? I thought the floor was going to shake.”

You stayed standing for a moment, watching her. The bodysuit was even more revealing up close now that the performance adrenaline was fading. The high-cut legs framed her hips perfectly. The lace-up details on the sides had loosened slightly from all the movement, showing more skin along her waist. Sweat still glistened on her collarbones and the tops of her breasts.

“You handled that strap issue like a pro,” you said, finally sitting on the arm of the couch. “Most people would’ve frozen.”

Hyeri laughed softly. “I’ve done worse on stage. Remember that one time in 2024 when my zipper broke during the encore?”

You remembered. You’d been the one who had to quickly shield her with your body while the dressers rushed over.

She turned her head to look at you. Her eyes were darker in the low lighting of the room. “You always take care of me, oppa. Even when I mess up.”

“That’s my job.”

She was quiet for a moment, then shifted closer on the couch. Her bare thigh brushed against your knee.

“Is it only your job?” she asked, voice lower now.

The air in the room changed.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, your fingers lingering against her warm skin. Hyeri leaned into the touch, eyes half-lidded.

“You’re still in the bodysuit,” you said quietly. “Want me to call the dressers so you can change?”

She shook her head slowly. “Not yet. I like how it feels right now.” She glanced down at herself, then back up at you. “Tight. A little dirty from dancing. Kind of… exposing.”

Her words hung in the air between you.

You swallowed. “Hyeri…”

She smiled — that small, knowing smile she only ever gave you when the two of you were alone like this. “What? I’m just saying. You’ve been staring at me all night. I felt it even from the stage.”

You exhaled through your nose, hand still resting against her cheek. “You looked insane out there tonight. That bodysuit was dangerous.”

“I know.” She shifted again, this time turning more toward you. One of her knees brushed higher up your thigh. “That’s why I wore it for the night show. I wanted you to look.”

The tension that had been building all evening finally cracked open.

You moved without thinking, sliding down from the arm of the couch to sit properly beside her. Your hand slid from her cheek down to her neck, thumb brushing over her pulse point. Hyeri’s breath hitched.

“You’re still my manager,” she whispered, but there was no real protest in her voice. Just heat.

“And you’re still my artist,” you answered, voice rough. “But right now…”

You didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, you leaned in and kissed her.

It started slow — careful, testing — but Hyeri immediately grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you closer. Her mouth opened under yours with a soft sound, and suddenly the kiss turned hungry. She tasted like the cherry lip tint she always wore and the faint salt of sweat. Her hands slid up your chest, fingers curling into the fabric.

You broke the kiss just long enough to mutter against her lips, “Door’s locked?”

She nodded quickly. “I told them not to come in until I call.”

That was all you needed.

You pushed her back against the couch cushions, one hand sliding down to grip her waist. The striped bodysuit was still damp under your palm. You could feel every curve — the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the heat of her skin through the thin material. Hyeri arched into your touch, a quiet moan slipping out when your thumb brushed just under the sweetheart neckline.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “I’ve been waiting for this all tour.”

You kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. Your hand moved lower, tracing the high-cut edge of the bodysuit where it met her thigh. The fabric had ridden up even more now, exposing the smooth skin all the way to her hip.

“Hyeri,” you said against her throat, voice strained. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

She grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so she could look at you. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

She pulled you back down into another kiss, this one messier, needier. Her legs shifted, one thigh sliding over yours as she tried to get closer. The bodysuit stretched tight across her body with every movement, the stripes distorting over the curves of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach.

You broke the kiss again, breathing hard, and looked down at her. She was a mess — hair spread across the couch, lips swollen, chest rising and falling rapidly. The bodysuit was half-unzipped at the side from all the movement, showing even more skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me when you’re on stage,” you said, voice low. “Wearing shit like this. Moving like that.”

Hyeri’s smile was slow and wicked. She reached down and took your hand, guiding it between her legs, right over the thin strip of fabric covering her.

“Then show me,” she whispered. “Right here. Before anyone comes looking for us.”

The moment your mouth crashed back onto hers, the last thread of professionalism between you snapped.

Hyeri moaned into the kiss, loud and unrestrained now that the door was locked and the show was over. Her hands were everywhere — tugging at your shirt, sliding under the hem to drag her nails down your stomach, pulling you closer until you were half on top of her on the couch. The striped bodysuit was still damp with sweat, the fabric stretched tight across her body as she arched beneath you.

“Fuck, oppa…” she gasped when you broke the kiss to mouth down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Every time you looked at me backstage like that…”

You bit down gently on the junction of her neck and shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark she’d have to cover tomorrow. Your hand slid between her legs again, pressing firmly against the thin strip of fabric between her thighs. She was soaked. The bodysuit was practically molded to her pussy, the outline of her folds visible through the damp material.

“You’re dripping,” you muttered against her skin, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the suit. “All that dancing… or was it because you knew I was watching?”

“Both,” she whined, hips rolling up into your hand. “Mostly you. God— ah— don’t tease.”

You hooked your fingers into the high-cut sides of the bodysuit and yanked it aside, finally exposing her. Hyeri was smooth, glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention. You dragged two fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness before pushing one inside her without warning.

Her back bowed off the couch. “Fuck—!”

She was tight. So fucking tight around your finger that you had to work it in slowly, curling it upward until you found that spot that made her thighs shake. You added a second finger and started fucking her with them in steady, deep strokes while your thumb circled her clit.

Hyeri’s moans filled the room — breathy, desperate, the kind of sounds she never let anyone else hear. Her long hair was spread across the couch cushions, lips parted, eyes glassy as she looked down at where your hand disappeared between her legs.

“More,” she begged, voice cracking. “Oppa, please— I need your cock. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”

You pulled your fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean without hesitation, tongue swirling around your digits while maintaining eye contact. The sight nearly made you lose it.

You stood up just long enough to shove your pants and boxers down. Your cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Hyeri’s eyes dropped to it immediately, and she licked her lips.

“Condom?” you asked, voice rough.

She shook her head, already reaching for you. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you.”

That was all the permission you needed.

You pulled her to the edge of the couch, hooked her legs over your arms, and lined yourself up. The head of your cock dragged through her slick folds once, twice, before you pushed in.

Hyeri’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as you sank into her. She was burning hot and impossibly tight, her walls fluttering around you as you bottomed out. You had to pause for a second, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers.

“Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” you groaned.

She wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled you deeper. “Move. Please move.”

You started slow, deep thrusts that made the couch creak beneath you. Every time you pulled out, her pussy clung to you like it didn’t want to let go. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with Hyeri’s increasingly loud moans.

You reached down and yanked the top of the bodysuit down, freeing her breasts. They bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and flushed. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, biting gently while your hips snapped forward harder.

Hyeri’s hands flew to your hair, holding you there. “Yes— just like that— fuck, oppa, you’re so deep—”

You switched positions without pulling out, flipping her onto her hands and knees on the couch. The bodysuit was still half-on, bunched around her waist now. You gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind, the new angle making her cry out.

This position let you see everything — the way her ass rippled with every thrust, the way her waist looked impossibly small from behind, the way her long hair spilled down her back. You reached forward and grabbed a handful of it, pulling just enough to make her arch.

“Such a good girl for me,” you growled. “Taking your manager’s cock like this after the show. What would the fans think?”

Hyeri moaned louder at the dirty talk, pushing back to meet your thrusts. “I don’t care— just don’t stop— I’m gonna come—”

You reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while pounding into her. Her walls started fluttering, tightening around you like a vice.

“Come for me,” you ordered. “Come on my cock, Hyeri.”

She shattered with a broken cry, her whole body shaking as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clamped down so hard it almost pushed you out. You fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering and twitching beneath you.

Only then did you let yourself go.

You pulled out at the last second and came across her lower back and the bunched-up bodysuit, thick ropes painting her skin. Hyeri stayed on her knees, breathing hard, looking back at you over her shoulder with a dazed, satisfied smile.

You were still catching your breath when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Unnie? It’s me— Su-bin. Can I come in? I wanted to say hi before I head out.”

Both of you froze.

Chung Su-bin’s voice was bright and cheerful on the other side of the door — completely unaware of what she was walking into.

Hyeri’s eyes widened. She quickly pulled the bodysuit back into place as best she could, wincing at the mess on her back. You grabbed tissues from the table and wiped her down as fast as possible while she called out, voice slightly shaky but impressively steady:

“Just a second, Su-bin-ah! I’m changing!”

She shot you a panicked but amused look, biting her lip to keep from laughing. You quickly pulled your pants back up and tried to look somewhat presentable.

Hyeri opened the door a crack first, then wider once she was sure everything was covered. Chung Su-bin stepped inside, looking effortlessly pretty in a simple white shirt and jeans, her long black hair falling softly around her shoulders. She smiled when she saw you.

“Oh— Manager-nim is here too. Hi!”

She bowed politely, completely oblivious to the heavy scent of sex still lingering in the air or the way Hyeri’s hair was a mess and her lips were swollen.

Hyeri cleared her throat, cheeks still flushed. “Su-bin-ah… thanks for coming by. The show went well, right?”

Chung Su-bin nodded enthusiastically, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere. “It was amazing. Especially the medley. You looked so cool.”

She glanced between the two of you, still smiling innocently.

You and Hyeri exchanged a quick, loaded look behind her back.

The air in the artist’s room was thick — heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and Hyeri’s perfume. Chung Su-bin stood near the door, smiling politely, completely unaware of what she had just walked into. Hyeri was still flushed, her hair messy, lips swollen, and the striped bodysuit slightly twisted on her body. The couch cushions were visibly rumpled.

You cleared your throat and stood up, trying to look casual.

“I’ll go grab some drinks,” you said, voice steady even though your heart was still racing. “Water? Or something stronger? Soju? Beer?”

Hyeri’s eyes flicked to yours for half a second. There was a flash of something — hesitation, heat, and a silent understanding. She knew exactly why you were leaving.

“Water’s fine,” she said quickly. “But… maybe grab something else too? Whatever you think is good.”

Subin smiled brightly at you. “Thank you, Manager-nim. I’ll just wait here with unnie.”

You nodded once, grabbed your phone, and stepped out of the room. The door clicked shut behind you.

The moment you were gone, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Hyeri stayed on the couch, legs still slightly apart, watching Subin. The younger actress stood awkwardly for a moment before walking closer. She was wearing a simple white button-up shirt tucked into loose blue jeans — casual, pretty, and completely different from the intense, tension-filled energy she had on screen with Hyeri in Friendly Rivalry.

“You look… really good tonight, unnie,” Subin said softly, eyes trailing over Hyeri’s disheveled state. “The bodysuit was insane on stage. I couldn’t stop staring.”

Hyeri let out a small, breathy laugh. “You watched the whole thing?”

“Of course I did.” Subin sat down on the couch beside her — not too close, but close enough that their thighs almost touched. “That medley… especially ‘Ring My Bell’. When your strap slipped… I thought my heart was going to stop.”

Hyeri turned her head to look at her. The air between them crackled with the same charged energy they had during filming — the same tension that had made their on-screen chemistry so dangerously good.

“You always stare at me like that,” Hyeri said quietly. “Even back then. During our scenes.”

Subin’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “Because you’re beautiful when you’re like this. All sweaty and messy and… real.”

The silence stretched for a few seconds.

Then Hyeri moved.

She leaned in slowly, giving Subin every chance to pull away. But Subin didn’t. She met her halfway.

Their lips touched — soft at first, testing. Then Hyeri’s hand came up to cup Subin’s jaw, and the kiss deepened. Subin made a small, surprised sound against her mouth before melting into it, one hand gripping Hyeri’s thigh.

Hyeri pulled back just enough to whisper, “We shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Subin breathed. “But I’ve wanted to since the drama. Since that kiss scene.”

Hyeri’s eyes darkened. She pushed Subin back against the couch and climbed over her, straddling her lap. The striped bodysuit was still half-unzipped from earlier. Subin’s hands immediately went to Hyeri’s waist, sliding under the fabric to touch bare skin.

“You’re still wet,” Subin whispered in awe as her fingers brushed between Hyeri’s legs. “From him?”

Hyeri bit her lip and nodded. “Does that bother you?”

Subin shook her head, then leaned up to kiss Hyeri again — harder this time. “No. It makes me want you more.”

She pushed the bodysuit further aside and slipped two fingers inside Hyeri without warning. Hyeri gasped sharply, forehead dropping against Subin’s shoulder.

“Fuck— Su-bin…”

“You’re so warm,” Subin murmured against her neck, pumping her fingers slowly. “So tight even after he fucked you. Did he make you come hard?”

Hyeri nodded, hips rolling down onto Subin’s hand. “Yeah… right before you came in.”

Subin’s free hand gripped Hyeri’s ass, guiding her movements. “Then let me make you come again.”

She curled her fingers and pressed her thumb against Hyeri’s clit, fucking her steadily while kissing along her collarbone. Hyeri’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She rode Subin’s fingers with increasing urgency, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

“Su-bin— ah— right there— don’t stop—”

Subin added a third finger, stretching her. “You sound so pretty when you moan. I used to touch myself thinking about the sounds you made during our kiss scene.”

Hyeri let out a broken laugh that turned into a moan. “You’re so fucking dirty…”

She came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around Subin’s hand. Subin kept moving her fingers through it, drawing it out until Hyeri was whimpering and twitching.

When Hyeri finally caught her breath, she looked down at Subin with hazy eyes.

“Your turn.”

She slid off Subin’s lap and dropped to her knees between her legs. Subin’s eyes widened as Hyeri unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear in one motion. Subin’s pussy was already glistening, puffy and pink.

Hyeri didn’t tease. She leaned in and dragged her tongue flat through Subin’s folds, groaning at the taste. Subin’s head fell back against the couch with a loud moan.

“Unnie—!”

Hyeri licked and sucked at her clit, two fingers sliding inside her at the same time. Subin’s hands flew to Hyeri’s hair, gripping tightly as her hips bucked.

“Oh my god— your tongue— fuck, it feels so good—”

Hyeri ate her like she was starving, moaning against her pussy. She curled her fingers upward, finding that spot inside Subin that made her thighs clamp around her head. Subin’s moans grew higher, more desperate.

“I’m gonna come— unnie, I’m gonna come— please don’t stop—”

Hyeri sucked hard on her clit and crooked her fingers just right. Subin came with a broken scream, back arching off the couch, thighs shaking violently around Hyeri’s head. Hyeri kept licking her through it until Subin was pushing at her shoulders, oversensitive.

Hyeri pulled back, lips shiny, and crawled back up Subin’s body. They kissed again — slower this time, tasting each other.

Subin was still breathing hard when she whispered, “I want to feel you against me.”

Hyeri understood immediately.

She helped Subin out of the rest of her clothes, then stripped the bodysuit off completely. Both of them were naked now. Hyeri lay back on the couch and pulled Subin on top of her, slotting their legs together until their pussies pressed against each other.

They both moaned at the contact.

Hyeri started moving first — slow, grinding rolls of her hips. Their clits rubbed together with every movement, slick and hot. Subin quickly matched her rhythm, hands braced on either side of Hyeri’s head as they scissored.

“*Ah*— unnie— you feel so good—” Subin panted.

Hyeri reached up and grabbed Subin’s ass, pulling her down harder. “Ride me. Just like that.”

They moved together faster, the wet sounds of their pussies sliding against each other filling the room. Subin’s long black hair fell around them like a curtain. Hyeri reached up and pinched one of Subin’s nipples, making her cry out.

“I’m close again—” Subin gasped.

“Me too,” Hyeri moaned. “Come with me, baby. Come on my pussy.”

They came almost at the same time — Subin first, her whole body seizing up as she ground down hard. Hyeri followed right after, back arching, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat.

They stayed like that for a long moment, trembling and breathing hard against each other.

Subin eventually collapsed on top of Hyeri, face buried in her neck. Hyeri stroked her hair gently.

“That was…” Subin started, voice hoarse.

“Yeah,” Hyeri whispered. “It was.”

They lay there in silence for a minute, bodies still pressed together.

Then Subin lifted her head, eyes soft but nervous. “What now?”

Hyeri smiled faintly, brushing Subin’s hair behind her ear. “Now we clean up before my manager comes back with drinks.”

Subin’s eyes widened slightly. “He… he knows, doesn’t he?”

Hyeri didn’t answer with words. She just kissed Subin again — slow and deep — right as the sound of footsteps approached the door.

You returned a few minutes later with two bottles of cold water and a small bottle of soju, balancing them in your arms. You paused outside the door for a second, hearing muffled voices and what sounded like soft laughter inside.

When you opened the door, the sight that greeted you made your steps falter.

Hyeri and Subin were both on the couch. Hyeri was now wearing a loose robe that barely covered anything, while Subin had pulled her jeans back on but was still shirtless, using Hyeri’s discarded bodysuit to cover her chest. Both of them looked freshly fucked — messy hair, flushed skin, swollen lips.

They turned to look at you at the same time.

Hyeri met your eyes first. There was no guilt in her gaze — only heat, and a quiet challenge.

Subin looked more flustered, but she didn’t move away from Hyeri. If anything, she leaned into her side a little more.

You closed the door behind you slowly.

The three of you stared at each other in the heavy silence.

Hyeri was the one who finally spoke, voice low and slightly hoarse.

“…Lock the door again, oppa.”

Subin’s eyes flicked between the two of you, cheeks burning, but she didn’t object.

You set the drinks down on the table without breaking eye contact with Hyeri.

Then you turned and locked the door with a quiet click.

The sound seemed to echo in the room.

Hyeri was still on the couch, robe loosely tied, legs slightly parted. Subin sat beside her, topless, using the crumpled striped bodysuit to cover her chest. Both of them were flushed, skin glowing with a fresh layer of sweat. The scent of sex was heavy in the air.

Hyeri looked at you, eyes dark and unreadable for a second. Then she smiled — small, wicked, and knowing.

“Come here,” she said, voice hoarse from earlier.

You walked over slowly. Subin’s gaze followed you, shy but curious, her cheeks still pink. When you stopped in front of them, Hyeri reached out and grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you down into a kiss.

It was messy. She tasted like Subin.

When she pulled back, she glanced at the younger girl beside her.

“Su-bin-ah,” Hyeri murmured, “you said you wanted to feel good too, right?”

Subin nodded, biting her lip.

Hyeri looked back at you. “Then help me take care of her.”

She tugged you closer until you were kneeling between both of them on the couch. Her hand slid down to cup your cock through your pants — already half-hard again from the sight in front of you.

“Take these off,” she ordered softly.

You stood and stripped quickly. When your cock sprang free, both women stared. Subin’s eyes widened slightly. Hyeri just licked her lips.

Hyeri turned to Subin and kissed her slowly, deeply, right in front of you. Their tongues moved together as Hyeri’s hand reached down and slipped between Subin’s thighs. Subin moaned into the kiss, legs falling open.

You watched as Hyeri’s fingers disappeared inside Subin again, pumping slowly while they made out. Subin’s soft whimpers filled the room.

Hyeri broke the kiss and looked at you.

“Touch her too.”

You reached out, sliding your hand up Subin’s inner thigh. She was still wet — soaked, actually. Your fingers brushed against Hyeri’s as you both touched her. Subin gasped, hips jerking.

“Ah— unnie… Manager-nim…”

“Call him oppa,” Hyeri whispered against her ear. “He likes it.”

Subin’s eyes fluttered. “O-oppa…”

You pushed two fingers inside her alongside Hyeri’s. Subin cried out, back arching. The two of you fingered her together — slow at first, then faster, curling your fingers while Hyeri rubbed her clit with her thumb.

Subin came fast, thighs shaking, a broken moan spilling from her lips as she clenched around both your fingers.

Hyeri pulled her fingers out and brought them to Subin’s mouth. Subin sucked them clean without hesitation.

“Good girl,” Hyeri praised, then turned to you. “Now fuck her.”

Subin’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she lay back on the couch, spreading her legs for you. Hyeri moved behind her, letting Subin rest against her chest while she held her thighs open.

You positioned yourself between Subin’s legs and rubbed the head of your cock against her entrance. She was dripping.

“Please…” Subin whispered, looking up at you with glassy eyes. “I want it…”

You pushed in slowly.

Subin moaned loudly as you filled her. She was tighter than Hyeri — her walls fluttering and squeezing around you. You bottomed out with a groan, gripping her hips.

“Fuck… you’re tight.”

Hyeri kissed the side of Subin’s neck while watching you fuck her. “Does it feel good, baby? Having oppa’s cock inside you?”

Subin nodded frantically, moaning with every thrust. “Yes— yes, it’s so deep— ah! ”

You started fucking her harder, the couch creaking beneath you. Hyeri reached down and played with Subin’s clit while you pounded into her. Subin’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hands gripped Hyeri’s thighs behind her for support.

Hyeri leaned down and kissed you over Subin’s shoulder. It was filthy — tongues sliding together while you kept fucking the girl between you.

When you pulled back, Hyeri smirked.

“My turn.”

You pulled out of Subin. She whimpered at the loss. Hyeri gently moved her aside and climbed onto your lap, facing you. She sank down onto your cock in one smooth motion, taking you all the way inside her with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck… I missed this already,” she breathed, rolling her hips.

She rode you slowly at first, then faster, her tits bouncing in your face. You grabbed her ass and helped her move, thrusting up to meet her. Subin watched with wide, hungry eyes from beside you.

Hyeri noticed.

“Come here, Su-bin-ah,” she said breathlessly. “Sit on his face.”

Subin hesitated for only a second before moving. She straddled your face, facing Hyeri. You immediately pulled her down onto your mouth, tongue sliding through her folds.

Subin moaned loudly. “Oppa—!”

You licked and sucked at her while Hyeri rode your cock. The two women started kissing above you — messy, wet, desperate. You could hear the sounds of their tongues and Hyeri’s wet pussy sliding up and down your length.

It was overwhelming in the best way.

You focused on Subin first, sucking her clit while thrusting your tongue inside her. She came again with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around your head. You didn’t stop licking her through it.

Hyeri was close too. Her movements grew erratic.

“I’m gonna come— fuck, I’m gonna come on your cock—”

She clenched hard around you as she came, moaning into Subin’s mouth. The feeling of her pulsing around you pushed you over the edge. You gripped her hips and came deep inside her with a groan, filling her up.

Hyeri stayed seated on you for a moment, catching her breath, before slowly lifting off. Your cum leaked out of her and onto your cock.

Subin was still trembling above you.

Hyeri gently pulled her off your face and laid her down on the couch. Then she looked at you with a wicked glint in her eye.

“Don’t get soft yet, oppa.”

She crawled between Subin’s legs and started eating her out again — slow and thorough this time. Subin’s back arched, soft moans spilling from her lips.

While Hyeri ate Subin, you moved behind Hyeri. You grabbed her hips and pushed back inside her from behind. She moaned loudly against Subin’s pussy.

You fucked Hyeri in deep, steady strokes while she licked Subin. The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex and all three of your moans.

Subin came first again, crying out Hyeri’s name as she held her head between her thighs.

Hyeri followed soon after, her pussy squeezing you rhythmically as she came on your cock again.

You pulled out and stroked yourself, cumming across Hyeri’s lower back and ass with a low groan.

For a long moment, the only sounds were heavy breathing.

Then Hyeri collapsed onto Subin, both of them tangled together on the couch. You sat back, watching them.

Hyeri eventually lifted her head and looked at you with a lazy, satisfied smile.

“We’re not done yet.” She said softly.

Subin let out a small, breathless laugh against Hyeri’s shoulder, but she didn’t disagree.

You looked at the two of them — flushed, naked, and clearly nowhere near finished.

Then you stood up, walked to the door, and locked it once more.

The night was long.

Hyeri rode your face while Subin sucked your cock. You fucked Subin from behind while she ate Hyeri out. Hyeri and Subin scissored each other while you watched and stroked yourself, then joined in. You took turns filling both of them — sometimes one after the other, sometimes switching between their mouths and pussies until none of you could tell whose moans belonged to who.

By the time the three of you finally collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted pile on the large couch, the sun was starting to rise outside.

Hyeri was curled against your chest, half-asleep. Subin was tucked against her back, one arm draped over both of you.

Hyeri’s voice was soft and tired when she finally spoke.

“…This doesn’t leave this room.”

Subin hummed in agreement against her shoulder.

You didn’t say anything.

You just tightened your arm around both of them and closed your eyes.