Heejin knows what you did with Chuu. She's not angry about it — she's jealous. Two members, two days, and a line that no longer exists.
You woke to the sound of running water and the disorienting realization that you weren’t in your own bed. Chuu’s sheets were softer than yours, her pillow still smelled like her shampoo—something floral and sweet that made your stomach flip when you remembered why you were here.
What have I done?
The shower shut off. You sat up, running a hand through your hair, trying to organize your thoughts into something coherent. Professional boundaries. Career suicide. Twelve idols who trusted you to manage them, not fuck them.
But then Chuu emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hair wet and falling around her shoulders, and every rational thought evaporated.
“Morning, Oppa.” She smiled—bright, satisfied, completely at ease. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah.” Your voice came out rough. “You?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in months.” She sat beside you on the bed, close enough that her bare shoulder brushed yours. The casual intimacy of it felt surreal. Yesterday she’d been devastated, sobbing into blankets. Now she was glowing.
“We should talk about—”
She kissed you. Just leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, soft and sure, tasting like mint toothpaste.
“About what?” she murmured against your mouth.
“The meeting. Today. How we—”
“Later.” Her hand slid down your chest, lower. “We have time.”
You didn’t, really. But when she straddled your lap, towel slipping, you stopped caring about logistics.
It was faster this time. Less desperate exploration, more familiar urgency. She rode you with her hands braced on your shoulders, still damp from the shower, water droplets trailing down between her breasts. You gripped her hips and watched her face—the way her eyes fluttered closed, how her mouth fell open when you thrust up to meet her.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “You feel so good, Oppa—”
You pulled her down into a kiss to muffle the sounds she was making. The rational part of your brain noted that you were getting comfortable with this, that comfort was dangerous. The rest of you just wanted her to keep making those sounds.
She came quietly this time, face buried in your neck, body shuddering. You followed shortly after, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as you emptied inside her.
For a moment you just breathed together, her weight settled on your lap, your cum already leaking out where you were still connected.
“We really need to get ready,” she finally said, but didn’t move.
“Yeah.”
“The others will be at the meeting soon.”
“I know.”
She lifted her head, studied your face. “Are you worried about seeing them?”
“Should I be?”
“Some of them already suspect we all have crushes on you.” She said it so casually, climbing off you to grab more tissues.
Your brain stuttered. “What?”
“Oppa, we’re not subtle.” She was cleaning herself up, completely unselfconscious in her nudity. “Especially Yeojin. She practically hearts come out of her eyes when you’re around.”
“That’s not—she’s just—”
“Friendly? Sure.” Chuu grinned, pulling on underwear. “Keep telling yourself that.”
You watched her dress, your mind spinning. “Do they… talk about it?”
“Sometimes. When we’re bored.” She was putting on makeup now, transforming back into idol mode. “It’s harmless. Or it was, until…” She gestured between you both.
Right. Until you’d crossed that line.
“If anyone asks why I stayed over,” you said carefully, “what do we tell them?”
“The truth. I needed company, you provided it.” She met your eyes in the mirror. “Which is true.”
“And the rest?”
“Is nobody’s business.” She turned to face you. “Unless you want to tell them?”
“No. GOD, no.”
“Good.” She came over, kissed your forehead. “Then it’s our secret. Now get dressed. We can’t both show up together, it’ll look suspicious.”
As you hunted for your clothes—scattered between living room and bedroom.
Then out of the blue Chuu let out a giggle—one with devious undertones. “Do you have any favorites among us twelve?”
You shouldn’t answer. Couldn’t have favorites. Professional boundaries and all that.
But her eyes were curious, playful, and you were already so far past professional it didn’t matter.
“Do I have to answer?”
“Come on.” She was leaning against her dresser, arms crossed, studying you. “Everyone has biases. Let me guess…” Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Heejin?”
Your face betrayed you. You felt it—the slight widening of eyes, the heat in your cheeks.
Chuu’s grin turned delighted. “I knew it! The way you look at her during practice—”
“I don't—”
“Oppa, please. You’re not as subtle as you think.” She was pulling on jeans now, still grinning. “It’s okay. She looks at you the same way.”
Your heart kicked against your ribs. “What?”
“You really didn’t notice?” Chuu zipped her jeans, reached for a shirt. “Heejin has been eyeing you since you got hired. We all tease her about it.”
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