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“I’m flattered, but I don’t have enough time to start a relationship right now. I’m sorry.”

Countless times you had heard those words come out of Jang Wonyoung’s mouth.

It didn’t matter if they were senior or junior idols, actors, or even international artists.

The answer was always the same.

Some of them, the most naive, were filled with a false hope provided by that gentle rejection. Others, maybe more experienced in this field, knew perfectly well the cold cruelty that lay behind those words.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that Jang Wonyoung had a long list of suitors. She had been one of the most recognized idols since her early debut; her fame skyrocketed thanks to her enormous talent and, though it’s wrong to say so, her incredible beauty.

From Iz*one to Ive, and including any advertising campaign: clothing brands, drinks, jewelry…

Everything she touched was synonymous with success, everything that ended up in her hands became out of stock in minutes, the country’s capital was plastered with her image: Shops, boutiques, bus stops… It didn’t matter at all, everything oozed Wonyoung.

When she came of age, the expected happened, as if it were a prophecy: Countless men trying to be her partner.

It was certainly a bit creepy to read some things on the internet, but you weren’t in a position to judge, because you too were head over heels for her.

There was even speculation that she hated men after the endless string of rejections. Rumors even reached your ears that she had also rejected girls who had approached her in the same way.

At that moment, you wholeheartedly believed her words. She worked as an idol, was an MC at various events and award shows, and worked as a model for numerous brands. It was simply impossible to find time for a normal private life.

Did that stop you? Not for a second.

You had nothing to lose, neither to fear. You could replay the entire sentence in your mind as she was rejecting you.

“Alright.”

What?

You remember perfectly how your body froze, how your legs trembled as if you were about to faint, and how you swear you believe your heart stopped pumping blood for a second.

After that, the proposals from other men didn’t stop. The news of your relationship didn’t reach the idols close to you, like your own groups. But from then on, her usual response took on a whole new meaning for you.

The first few days you felt like you were in heaven, like you could fly, you dared to do anything. The first few days, that’s all your ecstatic state lasted.

You immediately understood what it meant to “date” Jang Wonyoung.

Idols generally had to hide their private relationships for fear of the press and the reaction of their most passionate fans.

In your case this was neither necessary nor a risk.

Five months after your declaration of love, you could count on one hand the number of in-person dates you had had with your girlfriend. And you’d still have a few fingers to spare.

Your relationship was more like a friendship, a long distance friendship, since your conversations only took place via mobile phone chat.

You recalled the excuse: “I don’t have enough time for a relationship right now.”

It was a damned and painful truth.

When she wasn’t recording her group’s new comeback, she had to record tons of content for the brands she represented or that her agency assigned her on his own, in addition to attending events, shows, concerts around the world, galas and awards.

Even just having a conversation with her via text message was tedious; days could pass before she was free to reply to a single message.

Did you give up? Absolutely not.

You had experience in masochism.

You had only been with your group for one and a half years since your official debut. You were incredibly “lucky” that all the trainees under Cube Entertainment’s roof left overnight after witnessing the continued mistreatment of each and every one of their groups.

The disagreements with the girls from Gidle over their contract renewals were the final straw. “They destroyed 4Minute, they destroyed CLC, they destroyed Pentagon, was Lightsum still alive?” The general consensus among the trainees at the time was unanimous. And to top it all off, your star group wanted to leave as soon as possible; they had to give them the keys to the building to stop them.

Only a group of brave souls remained, avoiding the cuts. You and your team mates quickly became a mid-level group; you gave it your all, but in this business, giving it your all didn’t matter if those who were supposed to manage the rest for you screwed it up, as always.

Even so, it helped you get invited back to most of the end-of-year events. You were happy because it was a chance to admire your girlfriend for much longer, even though you couldn’t get close to her or talk to her; just being able to share the space with her was more than enough. Although you had to be careful, you couldn’t spend three hours staring at her with hundreds of cameras around. One wrong move and it would all be over.

“Hey!”

A voice behind you from the practice room startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find Yuqi leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a bored expression.

“Dude, are you still alive?”

A bubble of chewing gum formed in her mouth before it popped and she went back to chewing it.

You forgot the main reason you were there that morning. You still had to prepare the special stage you were going to present with Yuqi at one of this year’s events.

“Let’s rehearse,” you commented, returning to the ground.

The morning of rehearsal passed peacefully. The dynamic between you and Yuqi worked well; you had known each other for many years and you considered her practically a sister—an annoying and irritating sister.

There were no disagreements in the preparation of the entire stage. Well, there was one: The choreographer gave you two dance versions to try, one of them was sexier, more catchy, with more contact and rubbing between your bodies.

You both had enough confidence in each other to pull it off, that is, until Wonyoung clouded your judgment again. You thought for a moment that it wasn’t pleasant to do this kind of choreography with a girlfriend, much less if she was going to be there watching everything, so you put that option on the back burner and opted for the other one.

You collapsed onto the floor of the practice room, tired and panting. You took a swig of water from your bottle; the hard weeks of work were over, it was time for the real action.

…

The first awards ceremony of the year was about to begin. You were sitting in the artists’ section with your colleagues; the rest of the artists were still taking their seats when suddenly the lights went out—the show was about to start.

A spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, blinding everyone for a moment. You looked at the big screen, and when the image stabilized, you could see the two main MCs of the event: Jang Wonyoung, your girlfriend, along with another male idol.

You smiled like an idiot when you saw her on the screen and turned your gaze to the stage to see her live. Your stupid grin widened but faded in an instant as the music began to resonate through the venue.

Both MCs began their special stage performance as the opening act of the event. A calm rhythm, soft voices, elegant outfits.

All the attendees were amazed, enjoying the moment.

And you?

If giving murderous looks to the male MC were a crime, you’d be serving a life sentence.

You frowned at the small brushes of hands between them as part of the choreography; the dance was purely elegant, there was nothing about it that could be making you jealous, but there it was.

The music stopped and the entire stadium erupted in applause. You followed the applause, trying to avoid any suspicion, but the expression on your face didn’t seem to want to fade.

You kept turning it over in your mind throughout the rest of the performances, unable to think clearly because of the loud sound and deafening atmosphere. It had hit you harder than you ever imagined.

One of the event organizers pulled you from your thoughts when he approached you and asked you to go backstage. It was your turn to get ready for your shift.

You don’t know when, going down the stairs behind the stage, your mind snapped, but you resolutely approached Yuqi, who was already there, and blurted out:

“Let’s do the other version.”

“Are you really saying this now?” she asked, sounding both surprised and annoyed.

“During the rehearsal you said it would be much more impactful for the audience, right?” She nodded, puzzled.

“What made you change your mind?”

“I simply reconsidered.”

You couldn’t tell her the truth. That you’d had a terrible fit of jealousy and now wanted to exact some stupid, childish revenge. At that moment, the director signaled for you to go on stage.

“Okay, let’s do it.” She said, raising her hand, and you gave her a hard high five.

You took your positions in the darkness of the stage.

When the spotlights came on and the cameras zoomed in, it was the starting gun. Your bodies moved perfectly to the beat of the music, a powerful and wild rhythm that perfectly complemented this sensual version of the choreography.

Your hands roamed over Yuqi’s hips and thighs, she pulled you closer, gripping your tie tightly.

The screams and gasps of astonishment reached your ears despite the loud music; some idols covered their eyes as they witnessed it, while others cheered, rising from their seats for you.

The music stopped and your bodies froze, your sweaty faces inches apart, gazing at each other with eyes that seemed ready to close the distance between you at any moment. Nothing real, just acting for the camera.

You smiled as the lights went out above you, still panting from exhaustion.

“We are the best.” You said, and Yuqi laughed.

“I’m the best. You weren’t bad I guess.” She commented, laughing and running off.

“Come here, you idiot!” you shouted, chasing her around the back of the stage, laughing as you returned to your seats.

You sat down after bumping fists with all your members, exhausted, and wiped the sweat from your forehead with a tissue.

You glanced sideways at Wonyoung; she was presenting an award for a new category, so you couldn’t see her reaction. But for your childish ass, the score was now tied, and that made you feel better for the rest of the event.

After the remaining performances and awards, the event came to an end. It had been many hours and you were tired; you just wanted to get home and sleep.

While you were changing in the backstage dressing room, your phone vibrated. A new notification from “Princess Vicky”—that’s how you had saved her number.

The message was brief and direct: “Meet me in the bathroom.”

You were surprised since she had never summoned you to an event before, but you decided to make up an excuse and go out of the dressing room.

When you entered the bathroom, she was already there. Standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.

“Good job up there…”

“What the hell was that about the stage?” She interrupted you in a visibly annoyed tone.

Your eyes widened at her reaction. You hadn’t heard her raise her voice like that in the entire five months.

“What do you mean?” you asked, somewhat confused.

She changed her position; her arms were now resting on either side of her waist.

“How was Yuqi’s ass?”

You swallowed hard, you wanted to make her jealous, not enrage her, and maybe in the process you tried too hard or the results got out of hand.

You had to fix this.

“I was just following the choreographer’s instructions.” Blaming someone else, how convenient.

“Bullshit!”

You took a step back, surprised and frightened. Her body trembled with fury.

“I’m leaving here before I say something I’ll regret.”

She was hurt, seriously hurt.

“Princess, wait”

You grabbed her arm trying to stop her, using that nickname that only you used with her.

“Don’t call me that… leave me alone, please,” she murmured softly, sobbing.

You stood there, stunned, staring at the bathroom door through which she disappeared.

You really screwed up.

…

A week passed, a week in which you barely slept. You spent days and nights glued to your phone: a call, a message, any sign of life… But nothing came. She didn’t read your messages, you had apologized to her more times than you did in all your life.

There came a point when your phone felt like a ticking time bomb. Every call or notification sent shivers down your spine and put you on high alert, fearing it was the last glimpse of your relationship with Wonyoung.

Nothing happened. Were you still together? Had you broken up? The truth is, you had no idea.

A new day dawned, and with it, a new awards ceremony.

You could see her once you were seated in the secluded corner for the artists. As beautiful as ever. As perfect as ever.

Your eyes never met, even though you kept staring at her, almost obsessively. She didn’t even make the effort to return your gaze once, and that broke you inside.

You had to react, as soon as possible.

You thought of the plan during one of the breaks. You’d bring it up at the after-party; you needed an explanation, or you’d end up going crazy before the end of the year.

The hours passed, the performances, the awards. Why on earth was it that every time she went on stage to collect an award she looked more beautiful than before?

Finally, the gala ended. The afterparty arrived and… no sign of Jang Wonyoung.

You couldn’t believe it; your plan had collapsed in seconds, like a house of cards. You searched for her in every imaginable corner, but she had vanished, even though her group members were still there.

You refused to give up.

You would pursue Wonyoung to the ends of the earth if necessary. Could this be used as grounds for a harassment complaint?

In any case, you need clues about her whereabouts. And you knew someone who could provide them.

You approached a group of girls chatting animatedly in the center of the party room. Karina, Yuna, Ryujin, Chaewon. None of them were your target.

You touched the girl’s shoulder from behind and suddenly you caught everyone’s attention; you felt yourself shrink a few centimeters at that moment.

“Ahn Yujin-ssi,” your trembling voice sounded ridiculous. “Can we talk for a moment… alone?” You finished speaking, and their curious glances turned mischievous. You wanted to say something else, to avoid them misunderstanding your intentions, but she interrupted you.

“Sure,” she said, and quickly took your arm to lead you away from the group and the people in general to a more secluded place where you could talk better.

“I hope they don’t get the wrong idea,” you whispered, still glancing sideways at the group of girls.

“So it was you, huh? I never would have guessed.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, puzzled.

“Well, it’s not like Wonyoung has any kind of ideal type or anything.” She looked you over more closely, scanning you from head to toe. “Not bad, I guess.”

“Did you know that?”

“Who do you think was comforting her the other night while she was crying nonstop?” The cordial tone in her voice eventually gave way to a more aggressive one.

You swallowed, recalling her last sentence.

“Was she crying?” You felt something inside you break when you learned that information.

“You’re a fucking idiot, just like all men. You were so close and you threw it all away because of your stupid male jealousy.”

Yujin’s scolding was severe, but there were many things that escaped you and she seemed to notice.

“You’re not her first boyfriend.”

That confession made your eyes widen in shock. So there were others whom Wonyoung accepted before you.

“Do you know what her longest relationship has been?”

You shook your head.

“5 months.”

That hit you like a knockout from a professional boxer.

“M-M-Me?” You ventured to ask and she nodded.

“Not just anyone can handle being in a relationship and not hearing from the other person for days or weeks. Not being able to meet in person because of their busy schedule, not receiving a single sign of affection for months.”

Logically, it made sense.

“Others had tried with her before. They didn’t last more than three months. They gave up. They broke up with her.”

They must have lost their minds. Who in their right mind would leave JANG WONYOUNG? For God’s sake.

Or maybe you were a fucking masochist?

“I had no idea.”

“No, of course not.” She shook her head, a wry laugh playing on her lips. “Just as I suppose you neither know she was planning to take a couple of weeks off after all this was over to spend some more time with you, did you?”

You felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over you. If you hadn’t been surrounded by so many important people, you would have punched yourself.

“When she first told me, I didn’t trust in you. I thought you’d just be another one name to add to the list. But she said that this new guy gave her some new vibes, and when I saw you stick it out for so long, I even got excited. But you had to screw it up.”

“I’m a complete idiot.”

“Congratulations, you’ve got it.”

“Please, Yujin, tell me where she is.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t let you break my best friend’s heart again.”

She tried to leave and return to her group of friends, but you stood in her way, blocking her.

“I can’t lose her, please.”

The determination in your voice and movements surprised her, but she still continued to doubt.

“She will kill me if she finds out I helped you.”

“I will fix it. I promise.”

She let out a sigh of defeat.

“You’d better.”

…

The information Yujin gave you was highly confidential—the address of the apartment she shared with Wonyoung and Gaeul. Some crazed fans would pay a fortune for the information you now possessed.

You had to make a pit stop first; roaming around Seoul like a man possessed, wearing a formal suit, would attract the attention of passersby, something you couldn’t afford on this infiltration mission in the purest Hollywood spy style.

You stopped by your apartment and changed into much more normal and comfortable clothes. The key part of the disguise was your hoodie hood and a pair of glasses. They weren’t sunglasses; it was night time, and although they didn’t completely disguise your relatively well-known face, they did the job. After all, if that method worked for Superman, why wouldn’t it work for you?

You walked for over an hour, including a subway transfer. You could barely feel your legs, but the effort had been worth it. The building that stood before you told you you were in the right place.

You looked left and right, making sure no curious onlookers were lurking nearby, and entered the building, taking the elevator. Yujin’s instructions echoed in your head. “Fifth floor, room B, you can’t miss it.”

The elevator beep snapped you out of your reverie. You nervously stepped outside; you had everything rehearsed in your head, it was just a matter of reciting it from memory and praying for a Christmas miracle.

Your knuckles tapped the wooden door of the apartment a couple of times.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

Nobody.

You knocked again for the second time.

Same answer.

You were starting to lose patience. Had you made a mistake? Impossible, correct floor, correct apartment.

“Is anyone there?”

A voice asked from behind you, a voice you would recognize under any circumstances.

You turned around on your heels and finally saw her.

Your girlfriend. (Ex-girlfriend?)

Jang Wonyoung.

Standing, with her body occupying the space that had been created by opening the door halfway.

You noticed the number above the door for a moment. “A”. Damn Yujin.

Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there, but her face quickly took on an expression of annoyance and she hurriedly closed the door without saying anything else.

“Wonyoung, please.”

You were faster, making her stop before she closed.

“I don’t want to see you.”

It wasn’t coldness in her tone, it was pain. And seeing her like that was killing you.

“We need to talk,” you insisted.

“Don’t talk about us as if we were something.” That attack hurt, you admit it, but it wasn’t her speaking, it was her discomfort.

She closed the door so hard that a gust of wind swirled around your face.

Were you going to give up? Never.

“I’m not leaving here until we talk!” you shouted from the hallway, but there was no response from the other side of the door.

Silence.

…

An hour had passed since then. The hood of your sweatshirt now rested in its usual place. You didn’t know what else to do. Were you going to stay there all night until her group members returned? If necessary, you’d even camp out there.

Time continued to pass, and there were no signs of Wonyoung budging. Now you were sitting on the floor of the hallway in front of her door, playing TFT on your phone, waiting for something you didn’t know if it would ever happen.

“Another top five…This set sucks.” You muttered, opening your mouth to let out a loud yawn as you put the device back in your pants pocket.

The storm of conflicting thoughts and feelings, combined with days of relentless work, was taking an increasing toll on your body. Sleepiness overtook you, and your eyes threatened to close. Almost unconsciously, you leaned your head and back against the door, on the verge of falling asleep.

Suddenly the pressure on the door gave way and you fell instantly to the floor on your back.

You let out a groan as you rubbed the back of your head that had been hit against the ground.

You opened your eyes, meeting hers.

Your upper body was inside the apartment, your feet still in the hallway. Wonyoung stood beside you after opening the door, looking down at you, judging you.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Her voice still sounded annoyed but in a much less threatening tone than a little while ago.

You stood up still complaining about the damaged part of your skull.

“I already told you. I’m not going to give up that easily.”

She huffed, tired of the situation.

“Go home, it’s late and cold.”

You observed her more closely for a moment. She was no longer wearing the dress she’d worn to the gala earlier; instead, she was wearing pink and white pajamas with little sheep designs that made her look very cute. Traces of very light makeup were still visible on her face, which only served to highlight her beauty out of this world.

“Damn, she’s beautiful.” That was your first thought when you saw her.

You cleared your throat and tried to start with your speech.

“Listen, I know I acted wrong but…”

“Wrong?” Her laugh was bitter. “If you were going to act like a jealous idiot, you could have accepted the offer.”

Offer? What offer?

“What are you talking about now?” you asked, genuinely confused.

She hesitated a little when she saw you so confused.

“I spoke with the organizers of last week’s awards ceremony. I was the one who suggested your name as a candidate for this year’s vacant male MC position. When they didn’t get a response from you, they looked for another candidate.”

You were speechless. Not only because it was a really nice gesture on her part and would have allowed you to spend some quality time together, but also because it was the first time you’d heard about it.

“I didn’t receive any of that.” You protested, trying to internally review your most recent important emails of the month.

“By law they can’t contact you directly, everything is handled through your agency,” she commented.

Now everything made sense. You clenched your teeth and fists in rage.

“I’m going to burn Cube to the ground, not even ashes will remain…” You whispered to yourself.

There were a few seconds of silence between you.

“Did you really not know anything?” she finally spoke, still with doubts.

“Do you think I would have passed up an opportunity like this to be with you and work with you?” Your tone was so sincere it hurt; those words came straight from the depths of your heart.

“In any case,” she said. “It’s better this way… sooner or later we would have realized this wasn’t going to work.”

Her voice was breaking more with each word, eliciting a few sobs from her.

“Of course it can work…”

“How?!” Her scream wasn’t one of anger or pain. It was helplessness.

“At best, let’s say we continue our relationship. How long will it last before the press finds out, three months? Maybe another five if we’re lucky…”

You frowned. You knew Wonyoung better than she thought.

“You’ve never cared what people think, much less what the press publishes; you’ve got them terrified.”

You tried to approach her, but she backed away.

“I’m trying to protect you, you idiot!”

If you thought about it, that was quite a romantic gesture on her part. She was thinking about you, not herself.

“I’ll be fine. Starship would go bankrupt without me.”

That was a very strong argument.

“Have you even thought about the consequences for yourself? You could lose your job!”

You took her hands in yours; that swift movement surprised her and painted her cheeks red.

“Would you do that for me? God yes, get me out of the prison that is Cube, princess.”

Your exaggeratedly sarcastic tone managed to bring a shy smile to her lips, and you felt incredibly good about it.

“Nothing is going to change,” she murmured, still close to you. “Not in the short term, at least.”

You squeezed her hands tighter, offering her the warmth of yours.

“I can live with it, I already have been.”

She looked away. She was running out of arguments to change your mind.

“And I know you want it too. You wouldn’t spend a night crying if you didn’t.”

She looked at you again, this time quite annoyed that you knew that small detail.

“I’m going to kill Yujin unnie.”

You released one of her hands but continued holding the other, intertwining your fingers; she offered no resistance.

“It may be difficult for you to understand, but even though our relationship has been so unusual, these have been the best months of my life.”

That caught her off guard.

“Stop lying once and for all…”

“I swear I’m not lying! Every damn day I woke up as your boyfriend felt like paradise…”

You brought your free hand to her face, always careful, waiting for her permission since you hadn’t had much physical contact on previous dates.

She took your hand in her face and stroked it.

“Why are you doing all this? Why are you trying so hard just for me?”

“Because I’m in love with you, Jang Wonyoung! Because I adore you! Because I’m the happiest man in the world by your side!”

Her blush deepened; the heat in her face was palpable through the palm of your hand. When did you become such a weakness for her?

“You’re completely blind, did you know that?”

“Maybe,” you admitted with a smile, caressing her cheek. “Or maybe you’re the one who’s truly blind. Either way, one of us is going to have to help the other cross the road. So tell me, princess, is the light green?”

She smiled. That beautiful smile that drove you crazy.

“For most of my life, the light has been red. Debuting and becoming famous so young made it my own defense mechanism. But when I met you, before I even realized it, it had already turned green. I don’t understand what you did to achieve that…”

“Don’t try to explain love…”

“I think… I think meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She confessed suddenly, and your heart raced like never before. “But even so, I’m afraid to cross…” She admitted, closing her eyes and letting a few tears fall.

You leaned over her, resting your forehead against hers; she opened her eyes at that moment, meeting yours.

“In that case, take my hand and let’s cross together.”

That was all. The distance between you dissolved. Your lips met for the first time since your relationship began with a tender, slow kiss that had no other intention than to show how deeply in love you were with each other.

The sensation you experienced was simply heavenly; her lips were incredibly soft and perfect. But then you also felt the emptiness when you had to separate to catch your breath.

Just inches apart, your foreheads were still touching. You wiped away the trail of tears that had trickled down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around your neck, and you remained like that for a moment, admiring each other.

“I’m so sorry for behaving like a jealous child.”

She chuckled softly.

“It’s true you’re a kid, but that’s part of your charm.”

She closed her eyes and made a few faces, as if searching for the right words.

“I’m sorry for doing everything I could to scare you.” You let out a loud laugh, which you immediately suppressed when you saw her angry look.

“I’m also sorry for having wasted so much of your time these last few months; I’ll try to do better in the future.”

“Time is never wasted if it’s with you.”

You shared another kiss, shorter this time.

“Thank you for being so stubborn.”

“I love you,” you declared. You had told her several times in the past by chat. This was the first time in person.

“I love you too.”

…

You don’t quite know how it happened, but before you realize it, you were inside Wonyoung’s bedroom. There was a sudden change in her attitude; she took your hand, and you both walked through the house until you reached the room where you were now.

You were nervous, very nervous. You didn’t think it was right to be there that night; it was too soon, right after a reconciliation and a relationship with no physical contact up to that point.

You were probably exaggerating, and your mind was racing more than it should have been, to the point of making you imagine unreal things.

Without warning, Wonyoung placed her hands against your chest, gently pushing you. She didn’t apply much force, but because you weren’t expecting it, you stumbled and were “lucky” enough to fall onto the bed mattress.

Still somewhat dazed by that action, you tried to get up, but it was too late: Wonyoung was already on top of you.

You blushed violently when you saw her sitting on your lap; you didn’t quite understand what she was up to. Her facial expression was now hidden behind a few strands of hair that had fallen over her face.

“What…What are you doing…”

You didn’t have time to finish the question because Wonyoung pounced on you like a wild animal, joining your lips in a kiss very different from the ones you had shared just a few minutes ago.

This time, her lips moved quickly, with equal parts passion and need. She seemed hungry, hungry for you.

As the seconds passed, your initial surprise faded and you let yourself go, returning the kiss with almost the same intensity as her, grabbing the girl’s hips with your hands as she lay above you.

None of it was calm. There was no serenity in her gestures, no serenity of agreement, no gentleness of reconciliation. It was urgency, need, a desperate way of silencing thoughts she didn’t know how to confront.

Shortly after, you separated, gasping for air. Wonyoung sat up over you, and you could finally see her flushed face as she clumsily tried to pull off her pajama top.

Your whole body trembled as you witnessed that scene. You tightened your grip on her hips, biting your lip, noticing how you were becoming increasingly nervous, excited, and… hard.

Were you stupid enough to ask her to stop, to tell her that this wasn’t right? You were, but tonight your stupidity wasn’t going to be the issue.

“Wony…”

You almost choked on your own saliva when you saw her pajama shirt fly off and land on the floor away from the bed.

She smiled as she noticed the already enormous bulge that had formed under your pants, right in the area where she was sitting, and began to move her body against yours, rubbing that delicate area.

She took your hands, which were still gripping her hips, and without any resistance from you, guided them to her naked breasts. The shock didn’t stop you from beginning to gently massage them, eliciting a few moans from her.

“Damn, princess…”

That sight was fucking erotic, Wonyoung kept rubbing against your bulge while now she took one of your hands to bring one of your fingers to her mouth and licked it sensually, at the same time your other hand kept working on her tits, you could notice how her nipples hardened under your palm.

She leaned over you again, her face full of determination and a playful smile gracing her beautiful features. Where on earth had your sweet, innocent girlfriend gone?

“I should have warned you sooner,” she whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m too fucking jealous…”

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, trying to calm the raging erection between your legs.

“It’s not enough.” Wonyoung left a trail of kisses and saliva along your neck, leaving very visible marks. “I need to show all those sluts out there that you belong to me…”

“Princess…you know perfectly well that I only think about you…”

She laughed, covering her mouth with one of her hands in a habitual gesture.

“I know, they are the ones who must learn it now…”

She moved off your chest and crawled down towards the area where your bulging penis was eager to be freed from your pants.

Again you did not resist, but even helped her to take off your clothes more easily; you had already succumbed to her.

Only your underwear held back your vigor, which was removed by both hands of Wonyoung, who stepped back a little when she finally saw your penis being released in its full glory.

“Damn it…” she murmured, holding her breath without taking her eyes off your cock. Maybe it wasn’t the longest, but it had a monstrous thickness down there, enough to provoke that reaction from your girlfriend.

Wonyoung’s hands soon began to work, forcing you to clench your teeth as you felt the heat of her hands around you, suppressing any moans you might have as she began to caress you from top to bottom.

You looked down only to observe her completely distracted by your length, watching every reaction, every time it contracted at her touch, observing the swollen veins that threatened to burst at any moment.

She placed both hands on your cock, encircling it with her long fingers, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Why didn’t you tell your dear girlfriend that you possessed such a piece of meat, darling? I would have sucked it so many times during this time.”

Her foul language was hitting you hard. Was this the real version of Jang Wonyoung?

Her tongue made contact with your already dripping tip and you felt the electricity running nonstop up your spine.

Before you could say anything, she was working on your cock with both hands while her lips and tongue sucked on your head. It was like she was savoring a fucking candy stick.

“Shit…” That was all you managed to say, leaving you completely at her mercy.

She smiled at the sight of you in that state, taking more and more inches into her mouth, now stimulating your testicles with her hands.

How on earth was she so good at this? You didn’t even want to think about it.

She continued to bury her head between your legs for a few minutes, gagging on your penis and covering it with saliva, letting out some really sensual watery sounds from her mouth.

She took it out of her mouth, still joined by a huge strand of saliva which she finally used to continue lubricating your cock in a new masturbation session.

“Come here.” she demanded.

You quickly sat up on the bed, ready to receive another passionate kiss. Your tongues battled fiercely inside your mouths as she ran her thumb over the head of your penis, forcing you to groan into her mouth, which she loved.

She got out of bed and quickly kicked off her lower half before climbing back into bed and lying face up where you had been seconds before.

She looked at you with a smile, sliding the fabric of her panties aside, allowing you a glimpse of the entrance to paradise. Her incredibly wet pussy contracted with excitement at the sight of you.

She rubbed her folds with one hand while squeezing one of her nipples with the other; it was a sight you had never imagined and that was forcing you to resume masturbation, this time on your own.

“Fuck me…” she moaned as she continued rubbing herself. “Fuck me, baby…”

You didn’t think twice. You went over to her and replaced her hand with yours, caressing it with the same force she had applied to you earlier.

Wonyoung’s moans didn’t take long to start and echoed throughout the room like a sound that pierced your brain.

“So wet…” You whispered, leaning over her body to give her another kiss.

“Because of you…” She replied with a smile as she watched you align yourself with her pink entrance. “Give it to me…please…”

You didn’t make her beg any longer; you carefully pushed your cock halfway inside her, making her cry out with pleasure. You fought against your impulses to avoid going too fast and hurting her, waiting for her to adjust to your size before continuing until the end.

“So big…” she whispered, biting her hand to try and stifle her moans.

“Because of you…”

A new kiss that was interrupted when you finally inserted your entire penis inside her tight pussy.

“FUCK!”

Wonyoung screamed, throwing her head back. You seized the opportunity to attack her unprotected neck with your lips, marking her just as she had marked you. All those men out there needed to know she was only yours.

You thrust hard on her, your mind clouded by excitement, gripping her hips again to go deeper inside her. The bed moved with the rhythm of your thrusts, Wonyoung’s body pressed against the headboard, but there was no pain; she urged you to go harder.

The tight walls of her vagina gripped your penis so tightly that each thrust felt closer to release. You had to pull out as soon as possible.

You backed away but were surprised when Wonyoung caught you with her legs, holding you captive with your cock close to exploding inside her.

“Wonyoung…we can’t…”

“Don’t you want to fill your princess up?”

Your eyes opened wide, her smile was evil, very evil.

She brought her hands to your face, pulling you closer and kissing you again. Your hips couldn’t stop thrusting against her, and she knew it.

“We shouldn’t…” You whispered against her curved lips.

“Do you want us to be together forever?” You nodded, losing what little sanity you had left.

“Then breed me…daddy…”

Your brain short-circuited, you couldn’t think clearly anymore, your thrusts became ferocious, primal. Wonyoung moaned more intensely, your fingers intertwining…and then…you let go.

Violent spurts of cum shot from your cock, directly into your girlfriend’s vagina. You looked at her for a second; she threw her head back again, rolling her eyes as she accepted your entire load.

You collapsed onto her, exhaling a sigh of pure physical exhaustion. You couldn’t believe what you had just done; it had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but your mind wouldn’t stop racing.

Wonyoung slid under your body and around the bed, positioning herself over you again as at the beginning of the night.

Excess semen dripped out of her hole as she positioned herself over you again, grabbing your limp cock with the intention of pushing it back inside her, but you stopped her with your own hands.

“Stop…” It wasn’t a request, it was a plea. She smiled.

“I’m not finished with you.” She said, sitting down against your cock all at once.

She placed both hands on your chest and began to bounce on your penis, which reacted immediately, regaining a considerable size inside her pussy.

“Fuck.” She sighed, delighted. “It stretches me so well…”

“You’re going to kill me.” You said because of the pain you felt in your sensitive area.

“You should have thought about it better.” She huffed in annoyance as she continued riding you.

“You know?” she remarked suddenly, slowing her pace. “You never answered how Yuqi’s butt was.”

“It’s not the right time, Wony.” God, how could she be so jealous?

“Answer me!” she yelled, grabbing your hands and placing them both on her ass.

You squeezed both her buttocks tightly between your hands, making her moan.

“Fuck Wonyoung, there’s no better ass in this whole damn world than yours.” You said, giving her a light spank on one of her cheeks.

She screamed, and her whole body trembled against yours. You smiled at her reaction; you’d found a very weak spot.

“Oh?” You played innocent. She looked at you, blushing, and shook her head. “Does my princess enjoy a good spanking?”

You repeated the process on her other cheek, harder this time.

She screamed again, increasing the pace at which she was riding you, almost desperately.

“Only when they’re yours.” She finally admitted with her eyes closed.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and forced her down until she was lying on your torso. You gave her another spank.

“Don’t you dare to stop now.” You whispered in her ear. “I’m going to give your jealous princess hole another fucking load.”

Her whole body trembled at your words, her hips continued to move without stopping, yours now also moved at the same speed, making your balls hit incessantly against her buttocks.

The grip of your arms around her waist intensified, she held tightly to your shoulders, digging her nails into them.

One more thrust.

Two.

Three.

And your cock sank back down to the bottom of her pussy, painting its walls white again with all the load that remained stored in your balls.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her whole body began to convulse against yours. You couldn’t say for sure because everything inside her felt sticky and wet.

But from her expression it seemed obvious: Jang Wonyoung was cumming over your cock.

You hugged her tighter, pulling her close to your body; she clung to your neck, both of you sweaty and exhausted. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, your ragged breathing the only thing that broke the silence of the night.

“That was…intense,” you said once you caught your breath.

“You already know the consequences of making me jealous,” she remarked, resting her head against your chest.

You gave her a small kiss on the forehead as an apology.

“It’s a safe day.” She whispered, caressing your arm.

You stepped back a little to get a better look at her, and she returned your gaze with a guilty smile.

“Thank goodness.” You said with relief, feeling how a huge weight left your body.

“I just wanted…”

“Drive me crazy?”

“See how much you could endure.” She joked with her characteristic soft laugh.

You huffed, trying to look angry, but the stupid smile on your lips betrayed you. She leaned in a little to kiss you.

“Stay tonight,” she said, closing her eyes, tired.

“Sure.”

Your eyes closed too; mental exhaustion combined with the tremendous physical exertion of that night, and you lost the battle against sleep in a matter of seconds.

…

The next day you woke up still somewhat sleepy and with your body numb from the uncomfortable sleeping position.

You bent your head to find Wonyoung still asleep on your chest; that sight made all your pain disappear without the need for painkillers.

You wrapped your arms around her body, pulling her a little closer to you, and kissed the hair on the top of her head.

She shifted slightly against your body, still without opening her eyes, as if trying to get into a better position.

“Good morning.” Her sweet voice sounded just as sleepy as you did.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“What time is it?”

You look around the bedroom for the alarm clock.

“9 AM”

“Already?” she complained, opening her eyes at that moment with a grimace of disgust. “I have a commercial to shoot in a couple of hours.”

“You should start preparing then,” you said before giving her another kiss.

“Five more minutes.” She whispered, holding on tighter to you, making you laugh.

You finally managed to convince her to stand up and get in the shower, but not before giving her a good series of cuddles and hugs.

You could hear the shower water running as you gathered up all your clothes that were still scattered on the bedroom floor and put them back on.

You also had your own job that day, so you left the room and walked all the way down the hall back to the living room.

“What a surprise,” a familiar voice commented from the living room. “Look who we have here. Did you get here safely?” A mischievous smile formed on Ahn Yujin’s face as she took a sip of her coffee while sitting on the sofa.

“It wasn’t funny,” you said, annoyed, confronting her.

“Consider it my little personal revenge.”

She took another sip of coffee and looked again.

“At least you seem to be the type of guy who keeps his promises.”

A deep blush covered your face, provoking her evil laughter.

“Talking about promises?” Another voice echoed through the house.

You turned your head and found Wonyoung entering the room wearing a full-body bathrobe with slightly damp hair.

“You and I need to have a serious talk, unnie.”

Yujin almost choked on her drink when she heard those words.

“Did you tell her? You dirty traitor.”

“Consider it my little personal revenge,” you commented with the same mischievous smile she had given you earlier.

Yujin gritted her teeth angrily.

“I don’t like him for you, Wonyoungie,” she said, pointing at you. “Why don’t you make up with that guy from Enhypen? He is not as rude as him.”

“Unnie, that’s enough!” Wonyoung shouted angrily. “Just ignore her,” she said quickly, flustered.

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to reassure her as you approached the apartment door. This Ahn Yujin was going to be a real pain in the ass.

You opened the front door when you felt something tugging at the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Call me when you get home,” Wonyoung murmured somewhat shyly.

You couldn’t believe that this girl, who looked so sweet and innocent at first glance, had behaved the way she did the night before.

“Of course.” You whispered before pulling her closer to you and giving her one last goodbye kiss.

“Hey, you two.” Yujin called out as you separated. “I don’t want kids running around here disturbing my peace for at least another five years.”

Your faces looked like two tomatoes right now.

“¡Unnie! / ¡Yujin!”

…

The sun’s rays hit you full force as soon as you stepped out of the building. You kept replaying everything that had happened yesterday inside that apartment, trying to understand it, and although it was difficult, the only thing you could tell for sure was that you were incredibly happy at that moment.

Yes, life was smiling on you, destiny was on your side.

In fact, everything was going so well that you didn’t even have to stop and wait for the traffic light to change color to cross the street because it was green when you arrived.

There was absolutely nothing that could ruin your day.

Until you realized it.

You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the crosswalk. Some cars honked their horns to get you moving again. You couldn’t move; you were devastated.

You were still under contract with Cube Entertainment.