The Neighbor

Early February

The penthouse was quiet when you arrived home, well past midnight. Another late night at the office, another round of negotiations that had gone longer than expected. Your company was growing faster than you’d anticipated, which meant more hours, more stress, more time away from everything that mattered.

The lights were on in the kitchen. You found Vivi there, containers of food spread across the counter, packing them carefully into the fridge.

“You’re up late,” you said.

She turned, smiled softly. “I made extra japchae and bulgogi. Figured you’d come home hungry.” She gestured to a covered plate on the counter. “That one’s still warm.”

Your chest tightened. “Vivi, you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” She leaned against the counter, her expression growing more serious. “I’ve been thinking about something. Can we talk?”

You sat at the kitchen island, suddenly nervous. “Of course.”

She poured two glasses of water, slid one across to you. “I’ve been staying here more often than my own place lately. My lease is up next month, and I’ve been thinking… what if I just moved in? Officially.”

“You want to live here?”

“I’m already here most of the time anyway. When I’m not at LOOSSEMBLE schedules, I mean.” She paused. “And… I like taking care of you. Cooking, making sure you eat, keeping the place organized. I know Haseul does that too, but differently. She knows when to step in, when to push you to rest. I’m better at the quieter things. The everyday things.”

You thought about how empty the penthouse had become lately. How the others barely came by anymore because you were never here. Heejin had texted last week asking if you’d died because she hadn’t seen you in a month. Choerry kept leaving voicemails you didn’t have time to return. Even Hyeju had stopped dropping by with her Switch.

“I’d love that,” you said honestly. “But are you sure? This place is huge, but it’s still—”

“I’m sure.” She smiled. “Besides, someone needs to make sure you’re actually eating real food and not just surviving on coffee and convenience store meals.”

Before you could respond, the elevator chimed. Haseul stepped out, still dressed in what she’d worn for ARTMS’s fifth fanmeet out of twenty, shoulders slumped with the same bone-deep exhaustion you felt settling into your own.

“I saw your office lights were still on an hour ago,” she said to you. “Figured you’d be home late.” She glanced at Vivi. “And I figured you’d be here making sure he ate.”

“You know us too well,” Vivi said.

Haseul walked over, stood next to Vivi. They exchanged a look—something unspoken passing between them.

“We’ve been talking,” Haseul said. “Vivi and I. About you. About how you’ve been running yourself into the ground.”

“I’m fine—”

“You’re not fine,” Vivi interrupted gently. “You’re exhausted. You barely sleep. Between stepping down as ARTMS’s manager effective this month and building your company, you’re burning out.”

You’d made that decision a few weeks ago. Your business had grown too large to manage while still handling ARTMS full-time. They’d been understanding—had even helped you find your replacement. But it still felt like losing something important.

“We want to help,” Haseul continued. “Really help. Not just reminders to eat and sleep. We want to take care of you. Both of us. Together.”

The implication in her tone was clear.

You looked between them. Vivi’s soft concern. Haseul’s firm determination. Two different types of care, complementary, both necessary.

“Okay,” you said quietly.

Haseul stepped forward, cupped your face. “Go shower. We’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

The shower helped clear your head, but your exhaustion was bone-deep. When you entered the bedroom in just a towel, you found them both waiting.

They’d changed. Comfortable clothes—soft shirts, sleep shorts. Domestic and intimate simultaneously.

“Come here,” Haseul said, patting the bed between them.

You sat. Haseul moved behind you, her hands immediately going to your shoulders, working the tension there with practiced ease.

“You carry all your stress here,” she murmured. “Always have.”

Vivi sat in front of you, her hands gentle on your thighs. “Let us take care of you. You don’t have to do anything. Just stay there.”

Haseul’s hands worked down your back, finding every knot, every tight muscle. Vivi leaned forward, kissed you softly. Not demanding, just affectionate. Caring.

When Haseul’s hands reached your lower back, Vivi’s hands moved higher on your thighs. They worked in tandem, wordless communication between them, both focused entirely on you.

“Lie back,” Haseul instructed.

You did. The towel naturally fell away. You were already half-hard from their attention.

Vivi settled between your legs, and the change in her was immediate. Her eyes darkened, focused entirely on your cock like it was something sacred. She licked her lips.

“I’ve missed this,” she whispered, almost reverently. “Missed tasting you.”

When she took you in her mouth, it was like watching a transformation. Sweet, caring Vivi became something else—devoted, worshipful, completely focused on pleasuring you. She moaned around your length like your cock was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

Haseul moved to your side, kissed you deeply while Vivi worked you with unwavering intensity. Vivi’s enthusiasm was intoxicating—the way she took you deeper, the sounds she made, how she looked up at you with absolute devotion in her eyes.

“She loves this,” Haseul murmured against your lips. “Loves worshipping your cock. I love watching her do it.”

Vivi pulled off just long enough to gasp, “So good. You taste so good,” before taking you deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.

Haseul’s hand joined Vivi’s efforts, stroking what Vivi’s mouth couldn’t reach. Then Haseul moved down, and suddenly both of them were there—two mouths, two tongues, working together.

They didn’t take turns. They shared you simultaneously, their mouths meeting around your shaft, tongues sliding against each other and you at the same time. Vivi licked up one side while Haseul licked up the other. They kissed around your tip, their tongues swirling together.

“Fuck,” you breathed, watching them. “You two—”

“Look so good together?” Haseul finished, smirking. “We know.”

Vivi took you deep again while Haseul sucked your balls. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Then they switched positions seamlessly—Haseul’s mouth replaced Vivi’s on your cock while Vivi moved lower, her tongue following where Haseul’s had been.

They found a rhythm. When one would take you deep, the other would focus on your balls, your thighs, everywhere that made you gasp. Their hands roamed your body, caressing, claiming.

“I’m close,” you warned.