Dahyun's Turn

The door clicked shut behind Mina, leaving me standing in the quiet of my room. I let out a long, contented breath, my fingers tracing the lingering scent of vanilla on my shirt collar. Last night had been... unexpected. Incredible. The memory of Mina's transformation, the ropes, the dominance—it was going to fuel my fantasies for a long time. But as per the rules of the dorm, the clock had reset.

It was Monday. A new day, a new girlfriend.

I walked over to the mirror and straightened my collar. I needed to look professional today, despite the lack of sleep. I was just finishing adjusting my hair when the tapping started.

Tap, tap, tap.

It wasn't the hesitant knock of someone seeking advice. It was a rhythmic, impatient beat. The sound of someone eager to cause trouble.

I turned and opened the door.

Dahyun was standing there, bouncing on the balls of her heels. She was already wide awake, vibrating with that boundless, chaotic energy she was famous for. She was dressed in a black cropped tank top that showed off her toned midriff, layered under a matching textured shrug that gave her a cozy yet edgy look. Her legs were encased in light-colored drawstring joggers that sat low on her hips.

But it was her face that got me. That signature, cat-like smile. Her eyes were curved into crescents, sparkling with a mischief that instantly set off alarm bells in the back of my brain.

"Oppa!" she chirped, her voice bright and bouncy. "Good morning! Meet your cute girlfriend for the day~"

Before I could even process the greeting, she stepped in, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled me into a quick, firm kiss on the lips. It tasted like mint toothpaste and trouble.

She pulled back but didn't let go. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. Her voice dropped, losing the bright public persona and dropping into a low, sultry purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Let's eat breakfast first," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "I can't wait to eat you up later."

She pulled away, flashing me an innocent grin that was at complete odds with what she’d just said. She grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers, and started towing me down the hallway.

"Come on, come on! I'm starving!"

I stumbled after her, my brain trying to catch up. Eat me up later? Okay. So that was the tone for today. Dahyun was usually playful, but this felt different. This felt like a hunt.

When we entered the dining room, the rest of the members were already there. Nayeon was half-asleep over a bowl of rice, and Jihyo was scrolling through her phone. They looked up as Dahyun practically dragged me inside.

Dahyun didn't sit down immediately. Instead, she walked to the head of the table, still clutching my hand, and cleared her throat.

"Everyone!" she announced, her voice ringing out clearly. "I would like to formally introduce you guys to my boyfriend."

She squeezed my hand hard, looking up at me with exaggerated adoration. "Isn't he the cutest thing ever?"

The room went silent for a beat, and then a collective groan went up from the members.

"Here we go," Jeongyeon muttered, stabbing at a sausage.

Nayeon lifted her head, narrowing her eyes at the maknae. "Yah, Dahyun-ah. You're supposed to wait for the official announcement. You're breaking the rules, brat. We talked about this."

Dahyun pouted, sticking out her lower lip in a way that she knew made her look irresistible. "Sorry, Unnie," she whined, though she didn't look sorry at all. "I couldn't stop myself anymore. He's just too cute."

She dragged me over to my seat, which was, naturally, next to hers on the left. She sat down immediately, her thigh pressing flush against mine from shoulder to knee.

I looked at her. She was already piling food onto her plate, humming a happy tune. But under the table, I felt her hand slide onto my thigh, her fingers digging in just enough to let me know she was there.

"Okay, everyone," I said, trying to regain some semblance of managerial authority. I cleared my throat and pulled out the schedule. "Today is going to be busy. We have dance practice from nine to twelve, followed by vocal training until two, and then we finish up with final fan-meet prep at the main hall until six."

I heard a chorus of sighs, but I was focused on the girl next to me.

Dahyun picked up a piece of sausage with her chopsticks and turned to me. "Say 'ahhh', Oppa," she cooed.

I opened my mouth, expecting her to feed me. She did, but as she leaned in, she whispered, "I wore those panties boys like. The lace ones."

I choked on the sausage, coughing violently.

"Oppa! Are you okay?" Dahyun asked loudly, patting my back with a look of mock concern. The other members glanced over, but I waved them off, my face flushing.

"I'm fine," I wheezed.

"Good," she whispered, her hand creeping higher up my inner thigh. "Because I've been thinking about you chocking on something else."

Breakfast became a delicious torture. Every time I tried to discuss logistics with Jihyo or ask Chaeyoung about her vocal health, Dahyun was there. She offered me food constantly, using it as an excuse to invade my personal space. She dropped her chopsticks and made me pick them up. She wiped a crumb from the corner of my mouth with her thumb, sucking the crumb off her own finger with a deliberate slowness that made my blood boil.

By the time breakfast was over, I was sweating, and it had nothing to do with the temperature.

"Okay, let's get ready to go," I announced, standing up abruptly to escape her touch.

"I'll meet you at the van," Dahyun said, hopping up. "I need to change."

She sprinted back to her room, leaving me to try and compose myself in the hallway.

Twenty minutes later, we were in the garage.

The van was idling, the girls loading in. I was standing by the open side door, checking the attendance list on my clipboard.

"Oppa!"

I looked up. My breath hitched for the second time that morning.

Dahyun strutted toward me, and she looked lethal. She had ditched the comfy joggers for a white halter-neck crop top that showed off her shoulders and back. She was wearing denim shorts that were barely legal, paired with oversized cut-out chaps that framed her legs perfectly. Layered silver necklaces glinted against her collarbone in the garage light.

She stopped in front of me and did a slow, deliberate spin. The outfit left nothing to the imagination, hugging her curves in all the right places.

"Oppa, how do I look?" she asked, her voice light and airy.

"You look..." I struggled to find a word that wouldn't get me arrested. "Incredible. Very... stage-ready."

She stepped closer, invading my space again. She reached up, straightening my collar, her eyes locking onto mine. The playful mask slipped just a fraction, revealing the hunger underneath.

"Do you want to cancel the whole schedule," she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw, "and just rip this off me right now?"

My hands twitched at my sides. God, I wanted to. I wanted to throw the clipboard in the dirt, drag her back into the dorm, and do exactly that.

"We can't," I gritted out, gripping the clipboard until my knuckles turned white. "The fanmeet is tomorrow, Dahyun."