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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 23

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

INDEX (Chapters order)

"See you again." Amanda comments, looking out the window at the Hybe office we pass. "Did you miss it?" Ester asks wryly, sitting next to her. "I'm not sure." Her friend replies.

Jungwon and I are in the front, I'm driving while the younger one seems intent on chatting to someone, though I couldn't tell who. Jungwon is very good at hiding frustration, anger and even sadness behind a serene smile.

It could be Hanni.

We take the long way round to get into Hybe's underground car park. I parked the car but didn't get out immediately, I was confused - a bit, by being with Ester and Amanda at the same time.

Even though we were all wearing black masks, the guard recognised us immediately, a little surprised to see us with the two girls.

"Where is the doctor?" Jungwon asks him.

The man looks at him, seems to understand - maybe he thinks we are here to abort the girls' pregnancies, how embarrassing, but above all how annoying that we cannot deny it.

The guard gives us directions and we take the lift to the ninth floor. Amanda seems to have calmed down at last, away from those two lunatics, but I am annoyed that she is comfortable - after all, we let her know last night that we were going to continue to take use of her.

On the contrary, Ester seems calm, although she seemed distant from the start. We didn't talk much, but I saw her again and we did, so I thought she would be more affectionate towards me, and that makes me nervous.

Could Amanda have told her about our conversation? I don't think so, I think she's more the type who would never do something like that to avoid hurting her friend - and besides, it's not like there could be anything between us after the way things turned out.

"We'll wait for you here." Jungwon says, after we have met the doctor.

He doesn't have a reassuring look on his face at all, on the contrary, he seems far too enthusiastic, especially after he tells the two of them to take off their masks before entering the office.

"Does he look okay?" I ask Jungwon, leaning against the wall as I stare at the door. "No, but Ester is there. Besides… he'll be a professional if he works here." He says it, but doesn't seem to believe it. "Like the other professionals who work here." I whisper, irritated.

Jungwon chuckles irritably. He is not too happy about Hybe taking over our agency either, although they have always been present in Belift, now they have direct decision-making power.

"What do you know about Intaek?" Jungwon asks me at some point, partly to kill time. "Why? I don't think it's dangerous for Sunoo to be with him, and I don't think it's because of what you think." "You think? He's never introduced us to the person he's with, why not him?" "I don't think he decided to tell us all of a sudden after hiding it from us for a long time. And Intaek is straight anyway, I'm pretty sure." "But… now things have changed, haven't they?"

We both sigh. I'm not in the mood for this discussion.

It hasn't even been half an hour and I'm already getting bored.

"Shall we have lunch together?" He asks after a while. "Are you sure it's okay? For Hanni? I know it's not a good time for her and the girls, does that sound right?" "Don't lecture me - Jungwon sneers amusedly, but I can tell he's nervous - I'm starting to think there's someone else who can comfort her, since she's not asking me for help." "Maybe she's just proud." "I know Hanni. - He says, but her tone has become serious. - Don't worry, just because I want to spend some time with noona…"

Instead it bothers and annoys me. I wanted to spend some time with Ester after the visit, alone, so I planned to take them home. If we were all together, at home, nothing could have happened to Amanda, right?

Or should I be worried about the opposite?

"Don't get hung up on this you too." "I'm too proud to fall for someone who has already fallen for one of us. I'm just sadistically curious." "What you say is definitely not reassuring." "'Yah! - I hear Ester talking loudly, just as two people pass by in the corridor (unbelievably, no one had passed before). - I said I don't fucking need it!" She curses in perfect korean.

Jungwon, who had been sitting down, suddenly gets up, but waits for the people to move away to abruptly open the door, finding a bizzarre situation. Both Amanda and Ester seem fine, except for the doctor in the middle, who looks very embarrassed. He is a middle-aged man, well-groomed but not handsome.

"It was just a proposal." The man says, clearing his throat. "I told you no twice! What's the point of asking a third time?" Ester replies, grabbing Amanda's wrist. I walk towards them. "What's going on?" "I just asked the young lady if…" "If she wanted to be visited? - Jungwon interrupts in disbelief. - Oh my God, really?" "Never mind." Ester complains and leaves the doctor's room without her mask, as does Amanda.

Jungwon stares at the doctor and I sigh nervously, I can't behave the way I'd like to for fear of causing a scene, but I understand the situation perfectly. I grab Jungwon's arm and drag him out, though he continues to stare at the doctor until we are outside and follow the girls.

"Wait, Ester!" I call to her. "Let's go!" She only answers me when we are in front of the lift, which is still on the first floor. "What happened?" "I don't want to get Amanda in trouble, but he was a pervert. - She says in a low voice, but clearly nervous. - He enjoyed watching her while examined her. He even had an erection, it's disgusting. He asked me if I wanted to be examined…. He kept asking fucking inappropriate questions!"

I knew I couldn't send her alone, if she had come with our manager we would never have known. Obviously our hands are tied, going back to his fucking office to beat him into unconsciousness is out of the question.

"Let's get him fired." Jungwon says, not laughing. "We can't do that. - I remind him, because he's letting his impulsiveness get the better of him. - He might tell everyone about the host and cause a scandal. "He must have signed a NDA." Says the leader. "He works in Hybe, he might have enough money to cover the debt." Jungwon slaps the wall quickly but firmly. "This sucks, I hate this shitty place." "Why didn't you call for help before?" I ask Ester. "I-I told her to leave it alone! - Amanda replies and I'm forced to look at her. - I don't want to make a mess, please. It's risky, you know. M-Maybe we should apologise." "Are you kidding? - Ester asks, and I don't know what to say. - He should be fired, warn his wife and children about what he's doing. And the other? The others host will probably go alone!" "It's absurd that nobody ever reported it." Jungwon says. I sigh and massage my eyes, the lift doesn't seem to be coming any more. "Maybe they did, and they've been covered up. We know Hybe, we know the people who work there and how they deal with the most inconvenient problems." "Fucking shit." Ester curses again, this time in english, and she has a really sultry voice.

She is so beautiful and mature. She takes care of Amanda. She gives her the attention of an older sister, even though she knows all the backstory and even though she knows we were together and probably suspects it will happen again.

"If this got out, it would hurt everyone in the company." Amanda explains sadly. Ester strokes her head and hugs her. "Are you OK?" "He didn't do anything weird, he just had a lot of fun…" She nods, perhaps trying to reassure us all. "And you? - I ask Ester. - How are you?" She stares at me in silence, not seeming to want to answer me, but then she smiles and looks back at Amanda, though she doesn't seem to be sincere. "Nothing happened to me."

Just then the lift arrives and I sigh with relief. The sooner we get out of this building, the sooner the two of them will be safe - I'm not forgetting that we might run into…

Shit, that's him. Coming out of the lift, it's him.

Ester turns around confused and paralysed when she sees him coming out, he just stops and smiles at her, realising she's a fan. Of course he looks at Amanda too, he makes a 'damn girl' expression, then very smiling he turns towards us.

'Taehyung sumbae. - I say, uncomfortably, making a polite but very hinted head sign. - How nice to meet us." "Fuck - says the BTS senior, putting a hand on Jungwon's shoulder - you guys got big, huh?" "Sumbae… great - sighs Jungwon. - Why are you at Hybe?" "I fell recently, hurt my shoulder. - He explains with great kindness that I don't remember it belonging to him, though. - Hybe doesn't want me to go to real hospitals, so they can hide what they want from me. How about you?" He asks, looking at the girls, Ester cannot speak.

I am, yes, objectively jealous. She used to have these reactions with me, didn't she?

She's already got used tome, I see.

We all laugh, I less sincerely though because everything that shouldn't have happened has just happened, after all Murphy's Law says it too, if something can go wrong, it will.

"Routine visit." Jungwon replies in a seemingly good mood, though I notice he is getting closer to Amanda. "Dude, you brought company. Man, they're too good for newbies like you…" We laugh again. "But here we are." "Why don't we have a drink? Seokjin's coming over."

What the hell… well, at least it's not Jungkook.

"Ah… that sounds safe? Where could we go tomorrow morning?" Jungwon tries to respectfully decline the invitation, but for a sumbae of his calibre, it would be a serious offence to refuse. "Hybe has a nice café. - Taehyung replies immediately with a smug smile. - Don't worry about what they might say at Hybe, we often come here with girls, it's the only place where we can have breakfast in the area. They'll think they're with us, it's okay."

No, all is not okay. I look at Jungwon, he looks at me, although we try not to show it, we share the bad mood.

"That would be great, sumbae - Jungwon replies, pretending to be enthusiastic - do you want us to wait for you while you go to visit? In the meantime…" "I'll go another time, it wasn't that important - Taehyung says smiling as he holds the lift open for us to get on - and besides, it would be crazy of me not to meet with the doctors from outside." He confides under his breath as he gets on behind us. "We've never spent any time together, have we?" I remember, annoyed, as I press the button for the seventh floor, where Hybe's cafeteria is located, or rather the one that is more intimate and private than the one on the first floor.

Of course, I know this place too.

"Oh, it's never too late. - Taehyung says as he looks at the girls. - Since the last time we saw each other you've grown taller, prettier and much more famous." "Yeah, but you're still working with TXT, right? They are quite famous too." I remind him. "We don't decide on these kinds of collaborations, we just accepted when they proposed it to us." The older explains. Jungwon laughs. "It's nice to be able to choose, isn't it? We can't do anything like that." "Oh well, it's like that for everyone - Taehyung sighs amusedly - but it's only because of us that Hybe is Hybe, today. We should be the ones to make practically every decision, but all we can do is choose.

Nice future perspective. I'm sure Taehyung isn't being entirely sincere, I'm quite sure Hybe treats them honourably, but to be fair there aren't many prospects who see us as the next BTS.

That is, if Hybe doesn't go bankrupt first.

"I don't want to scare you, just become more popular and things will be easier for everyone." Taehyung explains. "It's hard to believe that someone like you, sumbae, wants to spend time with us." Jungwon encourages him to throw in the towel. "Actually, I just want to meet the girls. They're not really your girls, are they?"

I look at him very badly, even he notices it and starts giggling nervously. In general I think I would be calmer if Ester wasn't there too, instead I feel guilty, I almost feel belittled, and it's ok if the person I compare myself to is Taehyung from BTS, but why am I not ok in front of Ester?

"What are your names?" He continues, looking directly at the redhead, and I twist my lips in annoyance. "Actually, they are." "And you brought her here? - Taehyung asks amused. - If you have chicks, Hybe shouldn't know. Do you bring them here?" "What kind of girls do you bring to the Hybe cafeteria? - Jungwon asks amused. - Oh, wait…"

Ester looks at me, her eyes narrowing. Has she noticed that I am jealous? No, I'm not jealous, it just wasn't supposed to be like this - and she wasn't supposed to meet any of the BTS.

"I'm Ester, I'm a big fan of yours." She introduces herself as we stop in front of the café. "Ours? - Taehyung asks smugly. - Not mine?"

She's surprised, literally speechless, but I remind her to wake up, resting my hands on her slender hips, squeezing my fingers as I gently push her into the cafeteria, I don't want it to be perceived that I'm annoyed, Jungwon and Amanda follow us, giggling amongst themselves.

Everyone turns to look at us. There aren't many people around, mostly staff - but even though nobody pulls out their phones to film us, they're probably surprised to see this strange collaboration.

"And what is your name? - Taehyung asks, gently moving the chairs for both girls. - Are you quiet?" "Amanda, not a fan of yours. - Answers for her Jungwon and I laugh, so I turn away to hide it. - Engene in the deep." "It-it's still a great honour-" Amanda tries to speak. "I mean, it is." Jungwon interrupts her, making our host sit down after placing his hands on both shoulders and pushing her forward.

Now that I see sumbae Zico coming into the cafeteria with some friends, I'm thinking that Newjeans might also come here, even though it's very hostile territory for her these days. What if Hanni sees Jungwon paying all that attention to Amanda? That's a problem.

"How cute, you're jealous of your little doll, huh?" Taehyung laughs and raises his hand to call for table service. A waitress who is literally trembling in front of us, looking mainly at Taehyung, though I avoid looking at her as she is highly uncomfortable, takes several seconds before she manages to speak. "It's an honour… s-sir Kim." The boy turns and watches her quietly. "Call me oppa. Listen, I'd like a caramel mocha, also an americano ice. What would you like?" He looks at Ester, into her eyes. "Pancakes. Do you make them?" She asks the waitress. The girl is confused at first. "Yes, of course." "With maple syrup, please." She smiles nervously. Jungwon looks inspired. "Wow, now I want a dessert too. - He says and seems to think about it. - Ok, a croissant and espresso."

What refined taste, I smile, is he trying to impress Amanda because she is Italian? What an idiot, doesn't he know that croissants are french?

"An Ice Americano is fine." I sigh, unlike the redhead I'm not really in the mood for sweets. "I'll have an espresso too! - Amanda says and the waitress backs away. - It's too strong, it makes you hyperactive". She jokes, under the curious gaze of Taehyung, who probably sees them together - not knowing that they are not a couple for real. "So how did you two meet?" He asks Ester and me, while the other two continue to joke. "Mutual… friends?" She raises an eyebrow , doesn't find her own words very credible. "Mutual friends." I repeat more confidently. "Weird? - Taehyung asks amused. - Or maybe not, are you models? You look like."

Amanda smiles embarrassedly like a child, she seems to blush, the fool, Jungwon notices and pouts. Ester, on the other hand, continues to stare at him, still unbelieving that she can speak directly to him.

Still, Taehyung sumbae doesn't seem so bad. It's obvious that he has Ester in his sights, but he's still polite and has only made jokes so far. I'm annoyed that he's not a jerk, because if I've noticed it, she certainly has.

"Do we look like that?" Ester asks. Taehyung raises his hand and picks up a strand of Ester's hair with his finger, I guess with the intention of finding out if it is natural red or maybe just to invade her personal space. 'Absolutely.' - He says, then looks at me and smiles. - I know you've been doing great lately. You are very talented and have improved a lot recently." He compliments me. I'm really honoured, I don't even know what to say because I wasn't expecting a compliment. "Thank you…" "Jay hyung has become much more confident." Jungwon explains. Ester smiles but doesn't look at me. "Sometimes I forget you are so young." "Young? Aren't you his age?" Taehyung asks. "No, I'm much older." She giggles embarrassed. "Nah, no way. - He says. - Are you older than me?" "No, but…" "Then if you can't call your friend oppa, you should call me…" "Oppa?" Ester repeats incredulously. Amanda looks at him and seems to repeat the word, but Jungwon promptly shuts her mouth. "No, don't say that!" "She prefers younger guys, sumbae. Forget it." I tell him in a forced friendly tone. Taehyung laughs happily. "How cute, you remind me of me at your age. Anyway, when do you start the promotion again?" "We leave for Spain on the 10th." Jungwon says. "What?" Ester asks, confused, turning to me.

In fact I didn't even think of telling her, I was hoping she would know. The Music Bank has been planned for many months, if she was a fan she would know. Even Amanda only seems to know now, but she is justified considering what happens to her on a daily basis….

"Oh yes, the Mubank. First time abroad? I feel like no." Taehyung sumbae says. "Not really. But we love the idea of going to Madrid." I say. "Oh yeah, that's what it's called. - Jungwon replies with a chuckle. - I keep forgetting." "We've been to Europe before, even to the Prada event. - I explain. - In fact, we are leaving for Milan on monday for this year's."

Ester is still looking at me, I know she's angry, but we haven't had such relationship yet. I feel a bit guilty, though, because we have only just found out about the trip.

"Monday." Ester says, nodding. "You didn't know? - Taehyung asks amused. - Fuck I didn't know, sorry." He says to me. "When they go to my country? To Italy? Yes, of course I knew that." Ester says, laughing.

Meanwhile, the waitress returns and we are all silent for a long time as she places our orders in front of us.

"Are you Italian?"

Ester smiles as she pours herself some maple syrup, she is incredibly elegant even doing something so common.

"Can't you feel my heat? I'm hot."

Taehyung bursts out laughing, Amanda follows, Jungwon hints at a giggle, while I remain impassive.

"I'm going to meet his parents."

Ester drops the bag of maple syrup on the pancakes, Amanda raises both eyebrows in surprise, she has the same expression as Jungwon. Soon they all burst out laughing and I sigh with relief, I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"It's not true, he's lying." Ester says, still visibly shaken. "Well, before you take such a way - he puts his ear to her as they sit side by side in front of me - you should look around. Aren't you an army? I know someone in the BTS, even the handsome one, V, I think". He jokes, amused, how funny. "Are you happy with this collaboration with TXT? - Jungwon asks, noticing that the tone in which he said it not only didn't please me, it was really starting to get on my nerves, and it was blatantly touching her face. I sat up stiffly as I glared at him. - They seemed very sure that this would happen." "Hybe treats them way too well, doesn't it?" Taehyung asks, as if he wants us to say something. "It would be nice to think so - I sigh - but they're not doing too well either. They keep getting injured, but Hybe does nothing to ease their work." "Indeed. - He agrees with me without saying anything about it. - But I'm sure that sooner or later we'll be working together too, and then… since you're the perfect number, seven like us, I'm sure you'll break through. But of course I'm not saying that because this, you're good - he chuckles as he looks at us - and yes, very cute too". "You think so? - Jungwon smiles nervously, realising that he has somehow made us out to be a BTS clone group. - I hope you're right, sumbae." "Call me hyung." He tells him.

Taehyung is certainly strange, I think irritated, but here comes Jin Sumbae, Taehyung's colleague. He looks at us all very surprised.

"Aigoo, what is this, a reunion? - Then look at the girls. - With call girls?" Amanda chokes, Ester, despite being one of the BTS, gives him a dirty look. "W-What?" She's angry, but you can tell she's excited as she speaks to him. "Oh God, I thought you didn't speak korean. - He says, laughing with Taehyung as he sits next to Amanda. - Sorry, that was a stupid joke. Let's start again!" His tone is cheerful and friendly, then he focuses on us Enhypens and grins. "Wow, what brings you to Hybe? Don't you have your own place?" I sigh in irritation. "A lot of the things we used to do in Hybe, we have to do here now." "Oh right, the takeover - Seokjin nods - I feel sorry for you." "We feel sorry too." Jungwon comments amused.

We all laugh, a little coldly. As Jin starts to drink the drink Taehyung had ordered for him, he starts to tell us how surprised he is by our sudden and incredible popularity, then we try to congratulate them for their amazing success.

"And you are…" Seokjin asks after a while. "Amanda - the redhead points at her friend, then at herself - and Ester." "I'm sorry - Jin says, looking into Ester's eyes - it's just a joke we often make between us. It was absolutely rude of me, how can I make it up to you? - He then turns to Jungwon and me, who are sitting nearby. - Are they your girlfriends? You're out of your mind bringing them here." "It's okay, Hybe knows about them." I say rather sombrely.

I see Seokjin looking at Taehyung as if he understood something, but the junior just smiles, as if he doesn't want us to understand anything. Do they really understand? That would mean that they might have had one too… or at least in the past.

"I'm in Seoul only for a few days anyway - Taehyung says, looking at Ester. - I'm having a party tomorrow, why don't you come? We were going to invite our dongsaeng anyway." Seokjin laughs and looks at his friend, then at Jungwon. "Right, you were on the list anyway." "We're leaving the next day, that would be inconvenient." I reply. "Should we only invite girls then? Do you have friends pretty as you? The boys will like that." Jin laughs. "I don't think it's appropriate for them to come without us. - He laughs along, Jungwon, who must be really annoyed now. - But that is for another time! You'll have to invite us again." "Come on, you can't? The trip takes about fifteen hours, you'll sleep on the plane". Tries to persuade, Taehyung, gently, but his eyes suddenly look evil.

We know that there is no point in refusing, and frankly I have my doubts that Heeseung wouldn't want to go - even to the detriment of Amanda herself, I don't even doubt that, and then we should ask everyone else, not even Jungwon as leader can make such a decision without consulting the others.

"Thanks for the invite - I say, confused - where will it be?" "I'll send you everything later. I think I have Heeseung's number." Taehyung says.

We finish our drinks, Ester looks completely exhausted from the pancakes, in fact they brought more than usual, she can't eat them but looks at them as if it would be a shame not to eat them.

"Why didn't you order a drink? - I ask sternly, handing her my still half-full glass. - Here, drink this." Ester looks at me with her big eyes and long black lashes. "Thank you." Just replies. "Let's go, we still have to pick up those things. - Seokjin says and puts his hand on friend's shoulder. - Guys, that was fun. Girls, I'll watch this shit for the next seven days if it makes you happy. If I see you again, I'll apologise again. "See you at the party." Taehyung says and stands up. "Don't worry about the bill, we who are older will pay." Jin warns us, waving goodbye.

We are alone at last and I seem to be able to catch my breath now that they are gone. I turn to Ester, not what I want to show, but I think my expression is rather grumpy now.

"Thanks to you, I also met the Bangtans. - She says, but looks at Amanda. - Oh my God, you are a blessing!" "Actually you should be thanking us." Jungwon says offended. "I don't think so." Ester replies amused. "Shall we go?" I ask seriously.

After all, we are walking out of this goddamn café and far this goddamn fucking agency. I open the door for Ester but she walks in without even looking at me, Jungwon does the same with Amanda.

Why the hell is she mad at me? If anything, it's me she should be mad at, the way she wagged her tail for her beloved Bangtans. Besides, if we actually go to the party, they'll see Ester at her best and I have reason to believe that the other BTS will be there too.

"Jungwon, I'll drive you home." I say. "What? No! That was not the deal!" He protests immediately. "Where am I supposed to leave you?" I answer dryly, needing to talk to Ester alone. "You can drop me off at the next stop - Ester says, making me even more nervous. - I'll take the bus." "Really?" I ask, looking completely superior.

Jungwon stares at me for several seconds, speechless.

"Noona, do you want to see my house?" He asks our host a few seconds later. "N-not sure…" Amanda says shyly. "I'm telling you, don't worry. - He's persuasive as usual, Jungwon. - Can we have lunch while you… I don't know, argue? I hope not".

He just wants to be alone with Amanda, away from those vultures, I can understand that. Apart from spending the day with Ester, somewhere safe and secluded, I don't mind, but I'm still angry.

"All right, let's do it. - I mutter, suddenly changing direction and practically knocking everyone in the car over. - You idiots, you need to put your seatbelts." "Or you could drive well." Ester says to me after buckling herself back in, glaring at me from the mirror. "Let's try again." I reply, swerving sharply again. " Yah! - Ester shouts, her genuinely shocked voice making me smile, but I hope she doesn't realise I'm amused. - Do you want to die?" "Shall we try again?" "Stop it!" She screams again. Amanda whines as Jungwon dies laughing. "Hyung, I feel so many emotions!"

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 22

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

INDEX (Chapters order)

It must be strange for her, given the new terms of her contract, but I am surprised to see her in the kitchen at all.

I heard from our manager that Amanda had an appointment with a Hybe doctor today, that there was no need to accompany her as he would take care of it. I think even he would eventually fall in love with her and, realising how impossible it is not to, he would make our host change.

That would sort of fix everything, but what would happen to Amanda?

I sigh and turn off the last burner. I don't look at her directly, I feel uncomfortable. I said some crazy things the last time we were alone, I don't want to deny it but there's a part of me that still believes them.

"How are you?" She sits up and stares at me blankly. "Fine." "You don't look like you got much sleep." I say, getting the dishes ready for the boys, because if I don't think about it, they'll end up eating junk, or worse, not eating at all. "We just slept." She says, but sounds lifeless. "You don't have to explain, I don't care."

I say as I walk over to the table with her plate and place it in front of her, but she keeps looking at me. Why is she staring at me? Why do I feel uncomfortable?

"You know about the video, right?" She asks.

I swallow in annoyance, put down the plate and go back behind the cooker to tidy up. "You have your first appointment today, with the gynaecologist, I think. - I abruptly change the subject. - Would you like to go with Ester?" "C-can I do that?" She asks, as if she had forgotten her first question, so enthusiastic is about the proposal.

I swallow and lower my eyes. Damn, she's so cute when she makes expressions like that…

"I think you would feel more comfortable than with our manager." "R-Really… I… I'd be happy with that, b-but-" "I know about the video. Don't worry." I sigh annoyed, but really I'm just uncomfortable. "Do you… do you think I could talk to Jungwon? D-Do you think he'd be angry?" "It depends. To what?" Jake asks as he walks into the kitchen.

His hair is down today, now that I notice it's gotten really long, it falls elegantly over his face, he has a stern look on his face, but that's probably just because he's just woken up and is in a bad mood. But he took his plate and sat down next to her, even though neither of them had answered.

"It doesn't matter." Amanda says under her breath. "If these guys blackmail you, let me know. - Jaeyun says, although his tone is friendly he doesn't seem to be joking, I know him. - I'll talk some sense into them."

I purse my lips, and although she doesn't seem to notice, Jaeyun gives me a dirty look. He's probably heard more than is letting on, now he's definitely in a bad mood.

"What are you doing today?" I ask him, pouring myself some water and leaning against the kitchen counter as I look at him quietly. "I've got a photoshoot and then I'm making a video for YouTube with Sunoo. - I nod interestedly, but I already knew that, I just wanted to change the subject. - And you?" "I'm taking Amanda to the doctor." The girl turns to me in surprise, but it's Jake who answers before she can open her mouth. "Why you?" "She's going with Ester… I'm taking the opportunity to see her." I smile. "It's crazy that you're the one doing these things. - Jake laughs instead. - You know you make a mess when they see you? There are MAMAs in a couple of months." "The visit is in Hybe. It's safe." I reply, no longer smiling, but annoyed that although it really is safe, it would actually be safer not to go.

The Hybe is like a jungle and every step you take could be a landmine, ready to explode at any moment. I know, I'm annoyed to be reminded of this, but I can't say anything else.

"Then be careful." Jaeyun snorts and starts to eat. "I will."

Also entering the room is Riki, who is just thrilled to see Amanda at the table and literally wastes no time in taking a seat next to her.

"Good morning noona. Are you awake because you slept all night? Sunghoon hyung wasn't much, was he?"

He asks amusedly, continuing to invade her personal space, leaning and rubbing against her like a cat, but shaking her so much that he also moves Jake, who seems even more nervous.

Could this really have happened? Did Sunghoon not have the strength to do it alone one last time? Or could it even have been her who rejected him? Both possibilities seem unlikely to me.

"Won't you bring my plate?" Riki asks after a while when he notices that it doesn't come. God, how spoiled he is. "Don't you have hands? Or legs?" I answer, approaching the coffee machine. The maknae mumbles as he stands up, Amanda looks at me. "Have you eaten?" I look away quickly, not wanting to make eye contact with her for too long or I'll feel weird. "I don't eat in the morning." "You cook for everyone, but you don't eat?" She asks me meekly… looking… worried.

I don't have time to answer because a freshly reared Heeseung specimen joins us in the kitchen.

Although on his days off he doesn't wake up before ten o'clock, or worse, this morning he appears out of nowhere in the kitchen, leaving everyone quite surprised, but seeing what a pissed off face he has, no one comments.

"Good morning, bitches, and Amanda." "Over to you, hyung." Raises his glass of juice, Riki, who seems completely amused by the chaotic situation we're in.

She lowers her head, not quite able to withstand Heeseung's gaze. I wonder if it's because she's afraid of him or because she has feelings for him, either way I shouldn't care, but either way it bothers me.

"So - Heeseung begins to speak, approaching the counter and taking his plate - today we define the terms of the contract? The boundaries?" He asks, sitting at the head of the table so he can look at both Amanda and me.

"I don't know, it's the doctor's appointment today. Maybe you'd rather relax - I say with a disinterested air - and then she can discuss the terms with me alone." Heeseung laughs in annoyance. "Yeah? Just you? And who exactly are you?" What a friendly tone, but I smile, nervous but smiling. "Someone more trustworthy than you." The elder man laughs again and bites into his eggs. "All right, let's pretend. And where is this examination? Who is she going with?"

Jungwon arrives in the kitchen, followed by Sunoo. He's smiling even at this late hour. I immediately notice that the first person he looks at with his eyes, which would normally be me, is Amanda instead.

Her hair is dishevelled, she is made-up, her eyes are tired, and yet she remains so beautiful. She is wearing one of Sunghoon's few sweatshirts, as he is not used to wearing them, and even without doing anything in particular, she manages to be irresistible.

Perhaps the fact that she is the only girl in the dormitory makes us particularly vulnerable.

"Let's go together, me and Jay hyung." Jungwon says, taking his plate and sitting down opposite Amanda, then with his back to me. "Why should you go? I'm free too." "I see Ester - I explain - Jungwon is doing his job as a leader. You know it's not a good idea send her with Yuki."

We've been calling him that for so long, our manager, that I'm sure Riki can't even remember his real name. Maybe his surname.

Heeseung laughs again. "It's fine, it seems absolutely safe for you two to go out with two girls, sure. After all, you're not idols, you're not even part of a group named Enhypen". "The visit is in Hybe - explained Jungwon, who I spoke to by text this morning. - Everything will be fine, but thank you for your concern! It's good to know that you care about us."

This time the elder does not answer as Sunoo starts to laugh while sitting next to the leader. I smile too as I drink my coffee, silent and smug.

"Is he a male gynaecologist?" Heeseung asks. I shake my head. "I don't know. Anyway, Ester goes with her, so…" "We all know why Hybe has a gynaecologist, don't we?" Jaeyun asks, who hasn't finished his breakfast yet, but definitely eaten. "For abortions?" Riki asks spontaneously. Jungwon chokes and starts to cough, Sunoo laughs but hands him some water and taps him on the back. "Come on, come on. It's not the time to die, at least wait until you're 27 so you'll stay in history… Anyway, I think there's sumbae Taehyung in Hybe today".

He says it like it's nothing, but he's literally just dropped a bomb. The first thing that comes to mind is: is Bangtan going to have a host? And immediately after that: why him? I mean, even Jungkook would be fine (because he's such a snob), but Taehyung… he's really particular, I don't want him to meet Amanda… or Ester.

"Isn't it dangerous to go to Hybe? There are always fans lurking around the headquarters." Riki asks, having finished eating, oddly enough everything.

Amanda just pinched her food, still looking down, and even the news about Taehyung didn't cheer her up. Why am I so sorry? I shouldn't be.

Actually the area is safe, they have their people who keep an eye on everything and then we enter through the underground car park. As for Taehyung sumbae…. I don't think we'll meet him. - Jungwon laughs. - We are nobodies to him." "Actually, he doesn't notice you, he notices them." Remember Heeseung looking at me, though, clearly expecting something, from me, and I'm pretty sure it's keeping Taehyung away from Amanda. "The medical department is secluded, hardly a chance to say hello to the sumbae." I say, trying to put an end to this conversation that is starting to get on my nerves.

Sunghoon also arrives in the kitchen, his face looking worse than it has for months. The first thing he does is stare at Amanda, who notices and lowers her eyes.

"Medical department? Say hello to who?" He asks. I look at him for a few seconds without answering, then sigh. "Amanda is going to see the Doctor. Her friend Ester is going with her, so I'm going with Jungwon too. Taehyung sumbae will be at headquarters." "I'll come too." He says without thinking. Jungwon snorts. "No."

I don't know what to say at the moment. It's not like him to forget that he has work commitments, is he so… shaken by the whole thing that he would make such a mistake? He doesn't seem like himself.

"You have a commercial today, don't you remember?" I ask him curiously. Sunghoon looks at me in surprise. "Ah… that's right, I haven't checked my phone yet." "You remember what he does but not what I have to do?" Jaeyun asks me with a chuckle.

Amanda lifts her eyes to Sunghoon, confused, probably softened. She must have noticed that Sunghoon left the room as soon as he dont saw her. Heeseung witnesses the whole scene, then puts his chopsticks on the plate, noisy, annoyed, Amanda lowers her gaze, almost intimidated.

What a guy, Lee Heeseung.

It's useless anyway. - Try to calm the situation, Jungwon, with great nonchalance. - I'll go, i'm the leader. Amanda would like the company of a friend, Jay hyung's chick". "Does Hanni know?" Sunghoon asks annoyed. "What? That I, as leader, have to supervise the medical examination of our host? - He pauses briefly. - No, I missed it. Does Wonyoung know?"

Sunghoon doesn't answer, but by now he's not even angry, obviously Wonyoung's affairs can no longer be used against him. He comes over to the counter where the coffee machine is. I make breakfast for him too, but he often skips it, like now, when he makes himself an american coffee instead.

"When are you leaving? - Heeseung asks, getting everyone's attention. - When are you coming back?" "When are we going, hyung?" Jungwon asks. "Around ten." I answer. "When are we coming back?" He asks again. I laugh, it's unbearable when he does that, but his sense of humour kills me. "We'll see." "Good answer!" "They're stupid, but you acts like tyrant." Sunoo comments, eating very quietly and enjoying the show, though I wonder how he feels lately. "I'm the cutest tyrant in the world though, right noona?" Jungwon asks, waving at her, and she actually raises her eyes, paralysed by the young leader's expression.

Fuck… she's practically blushing in front of him and now looks around nervously. How is she older than me? She's so damn pretty. I approach Jungwon and slap him politely on the back of the head.

" Yah! Why?" "Stop being a tyrant. - I pretend to scold him, then sigh. - Look, I'm not letting you get up until you've finished eating."

At first she does not seem to understand, but when she does, she stares at me with that strange look she always gives me. I don't know what it means, but she looks sad.

I want to be part of the tyrant too!' - Riki says and raises his hand. - Besides, I've got nothing to do. Come on, you should take me with you." "No." Heeseung replies, crossing his arms over his chest, he hasn't touched his food yet, this isn't like him at all. "You can't tell me what to do." Niki mumbles, though not as proudly as usual, moving some leftovers around the plate with a chopstick, this boy with no manners… "Yah, don't play with your food. You'll find the same breakfast until you eat it." "I'm not playing - he whines like a wayward child - come on, let me come with you!" "No, go and join Heeseung." I snort, amused. "I don't want to, I don't want to!"

I see Amanda smiling because of Riki's funny and childish tone, who doesn't usually act like that, or rather… he used to act like that a lot… but now he's changed. There are many reasons why he did that, but we were also suffering and someone realised it too late.

He used to be a funny guy, a bit weird, but always happy - like Jungwon, but without his malice. Now he has the malice and he has gone dark with all of us, maybe because of the problems he had with Jaeyun, whatever they may be.

I nod amusedly. "Try tidying up the house, there are so many things you could do on your day off." Heeseung is very stiff, I can see and feel it. "Stay home, we'll spend some quality time together." This sounds like a veiled threat. "Since you left before I woke up - Sunghoon sighs, looking sad and a little tired - I put my number on your phone." He tells her. I look at him, annoyed. "How did you do that? Do you know her code?" "I found out the first day." He says, sipping his coffee. Amanda laughs, not in delight, but in obvious disbelief, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You lied. Did you read my chats?" "I don't understand… English that well - in fact, he doesn't even understand it that badly - and anyway, I have dignity, I don't give a damn about your chats." Sunghoon replies, always very polite. "Should Amanda noona teach you?" Sunoo suggests, laughing. "I know some english too." Jaeyun replies. "Did your phone come back?" Heeseung asks, looking at our host who nods weakly.

It's strange, it's the first time in a long time that we're all in the kitchen, should I be happy about it? Actually, the correct emotion is concern - most of them are just here to check on Amanda.

Although it seems obvious that she is the element that will divide us, I keep getting the impression that she is actually bringing us closer, albeit in a somewhat toxic way… not that she is to blame, of course.

"I'm meeting Intak hyung today." Sunoo says changing the subject. "Really? He didn't ask about me?" Riki asks. "Why would he?" The blonde asks again, sulking. "Why should he go out with you?" The maknae replies amused. I shrug my shoulders. "None of your business."

Eventually they all start to annoy Sunoo a bit, reminding him that he's a pretty shady guy and hangs out with guys who are a bit crazy, but knowing Sunoo, now, he's even more interested in hanging out with him, after all he's just a rebellious kid too.

"You eat too. - Heeseung sighs irritably and looks at Sunoo before getting up from the table. - And you, let me know when you get home." He speaks to Amanda. Sunghoon is visibly annoyed, probably because it would be strange to say the same thing now, and he wants to. "Let's have a group. I don't see the point of talking alone". "That's not a bad idea - Jaeyun says, putting down his chopsticks, he hasn't finished his breakfast either, but I know it's not because of the taste. - But you gave her your number, right?" Sunghoon looks at him boredly. "Everyone but you." "Then you haven't really seen her chats." He bursts out laughing.

The peer stares at him wordlessly, but then seems to think, I think he saw the chats, but hastily, because he was too proud. He probably didn't check the archived chats, what a newbie… ….

Heeseung looks up in irritation and then leaves the room, not even bothering to put his plate down. I grin irritably, I hate it when he remembers he's older, because there's no way I can compensate for that.

"Such manners." Sunghoon comments. I push him. "Shut up." "You shut up." He replies. "Noona, you really need to finish your breakfast." Says Jungwon, who hasn't been heard from for a while.

With his back to me, I didn't see his expression the whole time, but he was silent for a long time. He was probably studying the people around him to get a better idea of what they were thinking.

Amanda nods, awkwardly but charmingly filling his mouth, and I hear the leader chuckle.

"Go get settled, it takes an hour each time." "Right, we could meet Taehyung hyung. - He nods, gets up and takes the dishes of the others, too, to put them back into the dishwasher. - We have to hurry, Noona." "Speaking of which, you shouldn't wear anything flashy. Neither should your boyfriend." It sounds like advice, but it's more of a threat to Sunghoon as he turns to Amanda, who avoids his gaze. She does the same with him - could it be that she likes them both? "You have a lot of cloths to me - Jaeyun interrupts - change in my room." Amanda looks at me, not understanding, then turns and smiles weakly. "W-Well, thank you." "Don't thank him, he's not doing anything special." Sunghoon approaches her angrily. "Finish eating." I tell her again.

She gives me that adorable worried look and goes back to her breakfast like a child who has been scolded. Jungwon watches her for a few seconds, then smiles softly.

"Omo, noona. You look so pretty while you eat." He says. I snort and grab him by the shoulders and push him out of the kitchen. "I said dress!" "Jay, you have to be careful today." Sunghoon tells me when the leader has finally disappeared from the hallway. "I know." I sigh. "Have you talked to Ester? Did you tell her to dress inconspicuously?" He calls her by name? "Yes." I answer. Sunghoon's lips tighten, as if he's annoyed because there's nothing else to pick on me about. "She can't meet Taehyung." "She won't meet him." I snort. "Can I… can I move my schedule?" "You want to postpone the production of a commercial? - I look at him in silence, wishing he would see the absurdity of his suggestion for himself. - Don't talk shit. Pull yourself together."

The truth is that I've been thinking about this for a while. I didn't want to concretise my thoughts in order to get the hypothesis out of my head, but what worries me now is not that Taehyung notices Amanda.

But that Ester notices Taehyung.

The night we met she talked a lot about BTS, about being an army. Ester is just as beautiful as Amanda, and she fits the korean standard of beauty much better, with her milky skin, petite but graceful body, and her boobs, that no heterosexual man can ignore it, right?

Amanda will be scruffy, Ester probably not scruffy enough - I've warned her not to wear skimpy things, but I haven't told her to dress badly. Should I do it now? It feels wrong, though, because she might meet her idol.

But what if…

No, that's absurd. Taehyung probably won't even look at us, and we'll have to try and go unnoticed too, before some big head from Hybe questions the situation of the two of us together with two beautiful girls.

"Noona, would you like me to give you some tips on how to dress?" Riki suggests, catching everyone's attention. Amanda giggles, perhaps for the first time this morning. "Thanks… But I'm really good at dressing badly." "There, I'm getting bored already. - The brat sighs and gets up from the table. - I wonder if Heeseung hyung is in the mood to get his ass kicked at Play".

He leaves the room. I laugh but try to keep my composure, the fact is that even though Heeseung has been playing for years, Riki seems to get good at everything instantly, even games he doesn't even know.

Jaeyun takes Amanda by the shoulders as she finishes eating. "Let's go, come on." Amanda meekly lets herself be pulled along. "Alright…" Sunghoon watches them go, then mumbles. "Shit, is the doctor a man?" "I have no idea, but I…" "I don't want another man to see her naked." He interrupts me, quietly angry. I sigh, I can't take it any longer. "We've all seen her naked, practically." "It's not the same." He replies seriously. I narrow my eyes, annoyed by his concern. "Can we? Me, can I?" Sunghoon's face changes, I knew this would happen, but I answered anyway. "You've got your new girlfriend, right?" "We know it's no problem, right?" "Don't piss me off." "I'm just trying to reason with you. - I sigh again and pat him on the shoulder before leaving him alone in the kitchen. - Go and have a shower, you look like shit."

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 21

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

INDEX (Chapters order)

I'm literally covered in Sunghoon's cum, I've got it in my hair, on my face, on both my breasts, but most of all… he keeps coming out of me as he continues to fuck me. I'm bent over in front of him, he's got me by the waist and by my hair, which he's twisted around his right hand.

"Fuck, you won't be able to walk."

I just gasp as I feel him come in my stomach for the umpteenth time for several long seconds. It's amazing he's got so much of it.

He pulls it out and lets go of me. He looks at me as I collapse between his legs, then smiles.

"Are you tired? Although… - he says under breath - you left something here." He sighs and pushes his long cock towards me.

I swallow, I'm not afraid at all, in fact… After everything he's done to me in the last few hours, I've succumbed to him so much that it seems the least I can do is return the favour.

"How does it… - I ask, rising weakly before crawling towards him - still be hard." "It's always this way because of you." He replies amusedly, stroking my head gently, letting a strand of my hair slip through his fingers.

I am now on my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth, first helping myself with my hand, but then he moves his wrist and looks at me seriously as I raise my eyes to his in confusion. I can't do it without a little help at first.

"Shit. - He swears, biting his lip as he looks down at me. - You're so beautiful."

"Open sesame" I hear, wanting to please him even more. I take him in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his thickness as much as I can and start to move my head more confidently.

"Ah… yes, clean it all up."

Even when he talks dirty, he doesn't use any swear words, he's never vulgar. He called me slut several times when we were not fucking, rather than during it. It's almost as if I have to earn that.

I start to go deeper and deeper, although it is really difficult for me because of his size. The more he moans, the more I am spurred on to continue and improve, I want him to go mad again, this time because of me.

"You like it so much, don't you? No… you're not tired yet. F-fuck…."

I realise I'm choking because I'm going too fast. I try to pull it out, to keep him from getting in the back of my throat and choking me, but all his cum ends up on my tongue and part of my lips.

I raise my eyes, he stares at me, even though he's just come for the umpteenth time, I pull my tongue out to show him what he's done, then I swallow it and he rolls his eyes in surprise. I lick my lips, too, to collect it all.

"Shit… shit, I'm going to have a heart attack, Amanda!" He shouts in surprise.

I manage to smile before collapsing on the floor, brain dead. He bends down, grabs my shoulders, lets me lean against him and for several minutes nothing happens.

He just lets me rest against him.

"You… you did well." He tells me after a while. "You're the worst…" I pant, but I cling to him. He does the same with his arm, pulling me close. "I know."

I don't know how much time passes, all I know is that eventually he lifts me up and holds me like a bride.

"Come on, let's take a shower."

This is how it really happens. All the while, in the not-so-clear showers of the women's changing room at the ice rink, Sunghoon rubs me with the sponge he took out of his duffel bag.

The water running over me is very warm, I feel really relaxed, I don't even have to move as he takes care of gently massaging and lathering every inch of my body. I feel really exhausted, it's been so intense it doesn't seem real.

For a while it really did feel like the last time.

I try to distract myself, but I don't even want to count the times he came between Wonyoung and me today. It's scary, not human, unnatural.

But I don't even want to think about it too much, I like feeling his chest when I rest my neck on his, I like how, even though he doesn't kiss me directly, he keeps resting his lips on my shoulders, on my back, while his still-bearded cock presses against my back.

"Are you all right?" I ask in a whisper. He smiles, but not sarcastically as usual. "Why? Are you worried about me?" "That sounds like the answer of someone who is fine."

We both laugh, albeit briefly, because after soaping me completely, he hugs me from behind, partially covering my face with his arms as he leans against my head.

"I wish we didn't have to come back."

Actually, I wish I did too.

I know this is the last shift, and I know that after today things will change.

I'm probably going to leave, although I don't think he's realised that yet… he looks worried.

When we get out of the shower, while he is still naked, Sunghoon covers me with several towels. He puts a bigger one over my shoulders, while with the smaller one he squeezes them a bit, to collect the excess water.

"Do you find me beautiful with my make-up off?" I ask him, before he starts blow-drying my hair. He's behind me, but we both see each other in the mirror in front of us. "No, not at all. - He replies, with the expression of someone who has done nothing wrong. - You're ugly as hell."

I honestly don't understand why he would give me such an answer, while he is obviously taking care of me, drying my hair, even putting his stupid expensive creams in it.

"I've always been told otherwise." I say. He twists his lips, I can see it. "Who?" "You don't know them." "Ah… then I don't care. - He replies almost offended. - If I don't know them, they are below my level, and certainly far from you." "You are rather jealous of a very ugly girl." "In fact, I advise you to always show your make-up around the house. Even outside, you should only show your made-up face to me."

Damn… he made me blush. When he sees that I don't react, he chuckles contentedly. Then he turns on the hairdryer and the hot air blast pampers me along with his fingers, caressing my curls and rolling them between them.

It's a good thing, because I wouldn't have known what to say.

When I am completely dry, he gives me one of his 'spare' pullover. My jumper is too wet, I risk getting sick, he says, and continues to be thoughtful….

"Are you sure there were no cams?" I ask as we leave the back of the building that leads to the car park where only Sunghoon's car is parked. "They gave me the keys to this place. I turned off the cameras myself." "That was risky." I remind him worriedly. "But nice."

I can't answer.

In the car, he even opens the door for me. He buckles me in, but doesn't look me in the eye. He's sad again, no, probably just serious - I'm fantasising too much.

We don't speak, not even after we've left. He's lost in thought, you can tell, I'm really too tired and the fear of the consequences of what happened in there makes me run away in my sleep. He notices but does not wake me.

In fact, when I opened my eyes, I did so spontaneously and noticed that the car had already stopped. Sunghoon was staring at me, as if he wanted to say something, but I didn't think he would.

We looked at each other for a few seconds and then looked away.

"You're awake." "I'm sorry…" "I didn't let you sleep so your sorry." I remain silent, bowing my head in respect. "Thank you for what you said to me today. - I say, even though my voice is shaking. - I, however, can't… I can't say that I have forgiven you. Sorry." He sneers, unbelieving, wistful. "You're sorry because you can't forgive me?" "I'm sorry… because I'm so guilty myself." "Things will change, you know? - He looks at me, finally, and I look back. - Things…" "Please. I… I am an engene before I am your host! - I find the courage to say, even though I can barely stand the game of glances, collapsing like an amateur. - What I want more than anything is for you to shine as you deserve. I need that. Please, please, Heeseung… and you… should be friends! - I take both his hands and shake them. - Heeseung is lonely and you know that. There are things you'll never be able to do that Heeseung can… but there are things you'll always be the best at because you don't even have to force yourself to do them.

Sunghoon gives me a serious, unyielding look, then swallows.

"I won't give up on you." "I'll be leaving soon."

His gaze changes, damn it, and it's frightening how quickly.

"What do you mean?" "I don't… - I push my hands away, a little scared. - I can't stay." "You want Heeseung to pay the debt? I told you, I can do it too, but if Hybe finds out, will send you to….. I don't know, Mexico!"

I laugh, but I'm actually too sad. Does he still think about Heeseung? He's really obsessed with him, maybe even in love. And here I was hoping he was with Suno…..

"No, Sunghoon. I… c-c-consider that I should stop working with you."

This time, his expression doesn't just frighten me, it completely petrifies me. I am truly scary by his dark gaze, at this time of night, locked in his car in the building's car park.

"Do you want to go to TXT?" "Are you… are you joking, right?" "What the hell do you think would happen if you left?" "I'm in too deep. - I admit, looking him in the eye even though I'm literally shaking. - If my presence can cause damage to something that is very important to me… I… have few things I care about very much. If I could go back…" "You like Enhypen more than fucking them?" "What a gentleman you are. - I comment disgustedly, he smiles amusedly, but quickly turns serious again. - Anyway, yes, it's possible." "If you're asking my opinion - he says after a while - I think you're better off shagging people I've known long enough. You're in the wrong business now, it'll take a while to get out of it and it won't be easy to shut those TXT fuckers up, but… it can be done. Wash your dirty laundry at home, right? This will definitely cause problems, but we're all so attached to our nice things, our nice clothes, that we'll make it work." "What about me?- I ask quickly. - Should I just stand there and hope it doesn't fall apart?" "You should use this time to find out who you want."

I look at him, unable to answer.

"Even if it were me, I couldn't protect you except by keeping you close to me. I'm not strong enough, no one can do it properly. But if you stay close, it'll be easier to hide you."

I sigh, lowering my sad gaze as I nervously run my palms down my thighs. The things he says make me particularly tense, he really does speak as if he cares, and yet it still feels absurd.

"I won't choose anyone. Not now, not ever." "Then resist me and break my heart if you can. - He tells me, in the tone of advice. - But don't go anywhere."

I don't know what to say, I feel like I could cry at any moment, but he doesn't give me the time. He strokes my cheek and kisses me one last time, his kisses are so warm, the warmth spreads slowly but intensely through my body, and to say he is such a block of ice is usually the wrong thing to say.

"Shall we go?" I ask, the second he pulls away from me. I know my question has offended him, but I did it on purpose, I wanted him to stop. "Are you in a hurry?" He asks annoyed. "The longer we stay here, the less… I want to come back." "You want to stay with me? That's fine, we can even sleep outside, I'll book a room." "I-I didn't say that. - I stammer, embarrassed and a little offended. - Stop please, ok?" "Pick me, Amanda." I laugh, nervously. "You'll get tired of this before I do that."

He doesn't answer right away, I don't know what his expression is because I'm not looking at him.

"Want to bet?" He just asks, taking the keys out of the ignition of the car, which turns off.

I don't dare answer. We got out of the car in silence, he followed me, then we got into the lift. It was late at night. Neither of us had anything more to say, or perhaps we both preferred to remain silent at that moment, which seemed darker than it probably was.

When we got back, Sunghoon used his keys to open the door, but he let me in first. How gallant…

I wasn't expecting it, but all six of them are sitting around the lounge table, drinking beer and soju, there are snacks on the table, but they look untouched.

As soon as I return, I look for Heeseung's eyes: I didn't find it, he looked away, almost as if he knew, as if he was avoiding me. Melancholy, later I find Jongseong's eyes, worried but also angry.

Next to him, Jake looked at me calmly, as if he expected nothing else from me. Jungwon smiles, which makes me uncomfortable, but I have to admit that smile is quite sensual. Sunoo, next to him, sips his glass of beer undisturbed, but when I look for his gaze, I find it immediately and he seems pleased. Niki, who's been on his phone almost the whole time we've been here, just looks confused and amused.

"Let's talk." Jay says.

I stop spontaneously. Sunghoon sighs behind me, then grabs my shoulders, Heeseung notices and turns around, I lower my eyes as he gently pushes me towards the low table and makes me sit on the floor.

"Let's talk." Sunghoon repeats, sitting next to me, close enough to rest the back of his thigh against mine. "We talked, we… exchanged opinions." Jay says in a rather sarcastic tone. "Without me." He reminds him of the peer next to me. "That's really funny." Riki comments, looking at them almost pitifully. Sunghoon looks at him coldly, Heeseung smiles unnerved. "It is, but let's talk about concrete things. The shift thing won't work, the council thinkers claim." The minor smiles amusedly. "Then we cancel it?" "Oh, no. That's the funny thing - Heeseung continues - they… have a pretty good idea. While Jay's dating Amanda's friend, you're dating Wonyoung, Jungwon's been dating Hanni for about two years, and Sunoo, he…. - laughs, even more nervous - he's also dating someone! He hasn't evenparticipated, but they all agree on that." "This what?" Sunghoon asks more seriously now. "Let's cancel the shifts. - He shouts with Jungwon's usual smile. - We can keep them, but you would have to give up yours and I'm sure you would never do that. Am I right?" "Explain yourself better, Jungwon." Man, that's scary, Sunghoon. "Let Amanda help us, in no particular order. With whomever she feels like, whenever she wants… - he explains, I can tell he's about to say something dangerous, he's even struggling to say the words himself, but he seems so amused that it makes me really uncomfortable. - Still, she should not refuse. Of course, if she agrees, but… that would solve everything. If we behave well and don't bother her too much, if she can't choose who to favour, everything will be fine, and it will be much more professional".

For several seconds I cannot tell if what I have just heard is an auditory hallucination. You… He didn't really say all that, did he, Jungwon?

Okay, funny. Really, ten out of ten for originalit - Sunghoon replies, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up. - We'll sleep in hotel tonight, tomorrow, if you're clear…" "You don't decide." Jungwon reminds him. Jongseong looks at us, I can see an almost imperceptible smile on his face, a mischievous grin. "Fortunately, the majority decides. Or it could just choose the leader. I don't know if that's convenient." Sunghoon looks at Heeseung, who seems completely impassive. "Aren't you going to do anything? You're the oldest!" "You don't understand the situation. - The elder answers in a whisper. - You don't decide, she does."

Sunghoon turns to me, stares at me for a long time, but I don't know what to say, so he lets go of my wrist and turns to his bandmates.

"Sunoo, what the fuck?! Why do you agree?!" The minor smiles amusedly and puts down his glass. "Why shouldn't I? Isn't it to my advantage, too? I could be a breath of fresh air for Amanda noona." Hoon doesn't seem to have expected such a reaction, he remains silent for a few seconds, then turns to Jake. "You always make the worst choices, don't you?" Jaeyun smiles, but is annoyed and quickly changes his expression. "Don't bother me. I've had enough of you and your women, I don't want boona to be one of them." "Noona?" He repeats in disbelief. "She likes to be called that. Don't you know?"

Oh. I've gone all red, this isn't the time to be embarrassed about these things, dammit!

"Sit down, Amanda." Jay says to me in his warmest voice.

Even though I know that this will break Sunghoon's heart, should he actually have one, I walk past Sunghoon after a few seconds of thinking and sit down at the table. The one who stands up is Heeseung, but also abruptly.

"Don't do it, Amanda." He tells me, it's an order. "Do you realise that if you don't, it will become more and more difficult to keep you with us? - Jungwon explains, becoming more serious, perhaps for the first time. - We… want you here, understand?" He says this as his cunning gaze squares me until I feel naked and helpless in front of him. "If we pay the debt, they'll send you to the farthest country, if we end the contract, you'll work somewhere else. - Jay continues with a sigh. - We don't want that." "If you stay here, you'll be safe." Jake finally explains, although he doesn't look at me. Jungwon bites his lips in amusement, then takes my hand in both of his and squeezes it. "You can set all the limits you want, except that… to… refuse you. Unless there are medical problems, of course! - He reassures me, as if he's talking about something completely normal. Then he shakes my hand a little more and his eyes become even more puppy-dog eyes. - After all, it's fun… and you're our fan, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it… helping us maintain our well-being."

I swallow, just hearing him talk like that makes me excited again.

"Ok, shall we make it like an opening ceremony?" Riki suggests with his sensual volatility as he gets down on his knees. "Fuck, you guys are crazy, aren't you?" Sunghoon asks with a nervous half-smile. "An opening ceremony?" Sunoo ignores him and looks at the minor. The Japanese boy begins to laugh in amusement, then lowers his gaze to his crotch, hymming something very unorthodox. "Well… all together, in the name of friendship." "Oh my God." Jay comments in disgust. Sunoo bursts out laughing, as does Jungwon, although for a few seconds he turns and looks at me strangely. "Let's do it, come on." Jake is speechless. "You… oh my… that's disgusting. You're a fucking child!" "I'm not!" Riki replies curtly.

Heeseung stares at him for several seconds, his gaze is icy, it sends shivers down my spine, but not only that… Then he turns to Sunghoon, the two of them staring at each other in silence, but I lower my gaze, intimidated.

"Amanda will sleep with Sunoo tonight." Heeseung says, massaging the space between his eyebrows as he tries to stay calm. "After the ceremony?" The unconscious Niki asks. "Say it again. - Heeseung raises his voice and looks menacingly at the maknae. - Look at Sunghoon's face, I'll make it much worse for you." "Come on, why don't do it, hyung?" The younger man replied. "It's still my turn. - Sunghoon says seriously, interrupting them thankfully, because Heeseung doesn't seem to be joking at all. - I want to finish it off." "I haven't had a full twenty-four hours either, get over it." Jay replies. "No problem for me, I can accommodate her before or after the ceremony." Sunoo laughs. "Amanda, the advice I gave you. Forget it." Sunghoon says behind my back. "What advice?" Jungwon asks curiously. "I changed my mind, completely. It was nonsense, you'll go to China or somewhere else." "What advice?" Heeseung asks in a darker tone. "Let's do it." I say suddenly.

They are all silent for a few seconds, I have a tired look on my face.

"Are you kidding? - Heeseung shouts. - I said I'll pay. I said I'll take care of it." "You don't have to do that. - I say with an edge in my voice. - I have nothing to do with you, look at me. - I'm being rhetorical. - I did it with Sunghoon and also with…. Niki. Why would you… it's humiliating for you. Don't do it. It's not worth it…"

I can't bring myself to meet his gaze, afraid his expression could easily tear my heart apart. I'm a bad person, whether he's that bad or not, he should know.

"Did you do it with Yeonjun and Soobin?" He asks me, as if it matters in any way. I don't answer right away, everyone stares at me, Riki laughs. "Go ahead, answer." Sunghoon urges me not so gently. "No… but what does it matter?"

Heeseung sighs and looks almost relieved. Sunghoon and Jay seem to do the same.

"It does matter." The three repeat with a dazed expression. "Glad you trusted her instead of asking who was there." He remembers Riki, who I look at confused, no, scared. Heeseung looks at him and purses his lips. "Yes, I believe her." "And you do well, Hyung. I would never let them do to her what I would have done to her."

Heeseung quick to violence, at least that's what I could see, but he still stops, perhaps because the one in front of him is still his maknae, the youngest. But the look he gives him… it's hard to describe how much fear he gives me.

"So… shall we officially end the fifth round?" Jungwon suggests. "Let's do it." Sunoo smiles and looks at Sunghoon, who for some reason can't answer in front of him. Jay swallows, struggling. He looks at Jungwon, he knows him very well, he seems annoyed by his behaviour. "Should we?" "Why should she sleep with Sunoo? Shouldn't she be able to choose where she sleeps?" Jake asks, already assuming that the fifth round will indeed end here. "Do you think she would sleep with you?" Riki teases him, sitting on the floor leaning on his palms.

Jungwon bursts out laughing and puts a hand on Jake's shoulder to stop him from getting up and hitting him. Sunoo just laughs, I'm just in shock.

"Do you want to, Noona? - Jungwon comes up to my ear and willingly places his lips on it. - Tomorrow we'll make all the rules, but tonight… are you ready? Has Sunghoon taken your strength?"

The way he whispers in my ear, the way his voice spreads through my brain, awakening primal instincts, immediately throws me off track.

As I try to hold my breath (I don't even know why), he notices and laughs.

"I… I don't… I don't think… " Jay has been watching us for a while, he's obviously annoyed. "Jungwon, what are you doing?"

Sunghoon approaches and notices, maybe because he's done nothing but watch Heeseung so far. He abruptly pulls Jungwon away and Jungwon resents it, Heeseung also approaches us and I involuntarily lower my shoulders as if to make myself smaller. I don't know what's going on and I'm afraid of what might happen.

"Ouch, hyung! I'm smaller but bigger. Don't make me angry." He says this in a joking tone, but he seems to be seriously annoyed. "I'd like to… sleep here." I admit, trying to restore order. "No, that's no good." Riki says, as if he had no obvious second ends.

Heeseung sighs, makes space between us and then grabs my arm with such force that it lifts me up, I'm scared, I admit, it's starting to scare me, it hurts. I don't like it. Sunghoon just did the same thing, but he was gentler.

I can tell he's really nervous, I don't like it at all.

As I stand up, I pull my arm away from his grasp just as abruptly, and he looks me in the eye, seemingly angry, but then seems to turn away unarmed, betraying some concern. Sunghoon lifts the sleeve of his sweatshirt, which I'm still wearing, to see if he's left a mark on me, but Heeseung looks away in annoyance.

"Let's talk for a moment, please." "Wait until tomorrow then." Sunghoon reminds him. "He can't even talk to me when she wants to?" The younger man glares at him; I never said I wanted to, but he takes it for granted. "Not on my shift." "It's not your shift anymore, haven't you heard?"

I sigh tiredly, I can't take it anymore, this day seems to never end. I look at Sunoo, he is smiling but I can still see some annoyance in his expression.

"I think noona is uncomfortable. - He says in a cheerful but mischievous tone. - Should she sleep with me? Do you want to, noona?" "Y-Yes." I nod quickly. "You don't even want to talk to me?" Sunghoon asks me.

I scamper ridiculously between them, standing behind the backs of Jay and Jungwon, who don't move and remain in front of me.

"I-I just want my phone."

Sunghoon remains speechless, Heeseung starts to laugh out loud.

"Go to sleep, both of you." Jay sighs. Jungwon goes up to his ear and covers his mouth from the side of the two bandmates, letting me see what he's about to say as he looks at me amusedly out of the corner of his eye. "Shouldn't he sleep with you? After all, you are the most serious of us, and Sunoo is younger."

I swallow and look down, pretending not to have heard, even though it's obvious that I have. I've heard everything and I don't even despise the idea… but it's not out of any ulterior motives, it's just that for some reason I think Sunoo has it in for me, and I also think that the only person I could talk to about how I feel is Jay, only he, maybe… would be willing to listen to me.

"No way." Heeseung replies. "Jay hyung is dating with his friend, nothing will happen." Jungwon reassures them, rightly in my opinion. "No way." The eldest repeats, looking his dongsaeng, who has the serious and unyielding look as if they were the same age. "You don't decide that, she does." Jay sighs and turns to me. "Really… don't you want to talk to me" Sunghoon asks me, seriously, no, even wistfully. I swallow, swallowing the lump in my throat and trying to fight the urge to cry. "I just wish… it wasn't a competition. I can talk to anyone."

Sunghoon does not answer me, but takes a step back and literally leaves the room to go to his room. Judging by the silence that follows, I don't think I'm the only one surprised by his behaviour.

"Oh, how cute - Heeseung sneers, although he has such an icy stare when he looks at me - did you delude him?" I lower my eyes, not sure if I did anything like that, but I know he is offended and disappointed to me and that makes me sad. "It's none of your business." "I apologised for earlier, but now we need to talk."

I still sigh, I can't deny him, but I'm still worried about Sunghoon. He left in a strange way, looking so nervous.

"N-no, you didn't. But I'd like to say something…'' - I try to steady myself as all eyes are on me - I… I hope this won't be misunderstood, but… couldn't we just finish the shift? Things will be different tomorrow and we're definitely not going to do anything tonight, but c-couldn't we create any more…"

Only now do I realise how stupid I am, that Sunghoon only went to get my phone back to me, instead I just blew it out of proportion, feeling really guilty and sad for him. I was so embarrassed that I immediately shut up.

Sunghoon looks at me, I look at him too, but only for a second, then I look down in embarrassment. I know Heeseung isn't happy with my words, but I don't want him to win… again.

I see the ice prince cover his face with one hand as he shrugs his shoulders, offended (maybe even embarrassed?), and then puts my phone back in his pocket. Jay sighs tiredly, Jungwon laughs but is nervous.

"We can't do this. The situation is already borderline". Jay says annoyed. "You will end up to fuck again if you spend the evening together." Jaeyun comments, sitting at the table, staring at us, resting his face in the palm of his hand. "W-What difference does it make? We've already done it and then… I honestly don't think he'd want to, knowing that I've agreed to the terms of the new contract." I explain, very uncomfortably. "Yes indeed, mind your own business." Sunghoon replies. "That's a nice way to get back at you - Heeseung says then, taking me by the wrist gently this time - but now, let's talk."

He takes me to the kitchen so fast they can't stop him, then we go to the balcony, his grip tightening all the way, careful not to hurt me.

"Do you like him now? Has he told you that he's willing to do anything and usual shit for you? "I look at him annoyed, but I can't take much more. "Would you stop it? And by the way, you say that shit too". "Why do you believe him and not me?" He raises his voice and lets go of my wrist. "Heeseung, it's… it's nothing, it means nothing. Let's finish the shift, so it's all even, no… no hard feelings." "You just want to be with him." He says in a deep, scary tone. I swallow and pull away. "No, Heeseung. I want to stay away from both of you. However…" "Then just talk to him tonight. Don't sleep with him." "Will that change anything? From tomorrow I'll be at the mercy of everyone!" I raise my voice, this time looking into his eyes, but he remains cold, unyielding. "I will fight every second to prevent you from spending another minute with Sunghoon. I don't fear anyone, Amanda - he tells me with an air of conviction and threat - but of him yes. I know you can't help wanting him, I just want to limit the damage. If I have to suffer to have you, he has to suffer too.

I smile, not because I am amused, but because hi answer, his speech, really frightened me, made me insecure and nervous. He sounds serious, he sounds sincere, but there is no reason why he should be.

"If I don't have you in the end - he says again, lowering his tone further, "he won't have you either, Amanda." "You… you have to stand by him." I reply. Heeseung stares at me blankly for several seconds, then smiles pitifully. "What?" "You're friends, you have to be, do… d-do it for your music, for your dream! Don't waste your light on me… I… I'm not enough… - I say and my voice shakes, it comes out irregularly. - I just want you two to be friends, to protect each other, I… I would give anything to make things right between you. I admit as huge tears fall from my eyes.

Heeseung stands like a fool in front of my tears, unable to speak, but then sighs as if embarrassed and hugs me, avoiding looking at me directly. He is… warm. His body is very warm and comfortable, although I think his heart is very cold right now.

I didn't think it would hurt so much to know that I had failed him.

"It's not your fault, don't worry about such things."

Letting him embrace me like that, almost in public, makes me feel worried, I fear every second that Sunghoon might see us and continue with the scenes, but just like with him, I cannot refuse Heeseung. His touch, his smell, his body, I am completely helpless.

He is always so sweet, even though there are sides of him that obviously frighten me. Who is the real Heeseung? And is there really someone else?

But why does he make me feel so special?

He doesn't give up anything for me, but it's like he's fighting with the whole world.

"I'm s-serious, Heeseung. I care more about your music… than you." Despite saying this, the boy continues to hug me as he sighs tiredly. "So if we become friends, will you choose me?" "You're not listening to me!" I reply, pulling away. But he squeezes me harder, forcing me to hide my face on his broad chest. "No, I've got it all worked out. You just need to leave it to me." "I don't think you understand."

Heeseung pulls away after a few dozen seconds in which I could feel his heartbeat quickening as a pain so intense, a burning sensation that radiated from his chest throughout his body, tore through me. Now he looks at me, still cold, but now also tired. He still strokes my arm, even though we are far apart.

"Sorry about earlier…" He whispers, sounding remorseful to me. I shake my head in embarrassment. "N-never mind. Thanks for apologising." "I didn't think I was that strong."

Heeseung looks at me again, caressing my face with the back of his fingers, he looks worried but I can't tell if he really is.

"Sunghoon… Did he tell you about the video?" "What video?" The boy blinks in displeasure, but still doesn't seem friendly. "Ah, I thought so. Get it from him." "Since you know… w-why don't you tell me?" His eyes aren't tired, they look completely drained, I shiver. "Because he has to pay a price if he wants to spend this night with you. - Then he comes close to my ear and sighs. - But we can be friends, really. I will, for you."

I am speechless. I don't know what to say, but I have a bad feeling. Heeseung doesn't want to tell me, he seems happy to have given the task to the minor. A video… there's usually nothing good in videos.

In the midst of all this, my heart exploded.

"How many saw it ? What video is it, Heeseung?" He walks up to me and kisses my forehead, the gesture so warm that it shuts me up again. "I'll take care of it, don't worry. Not everyone knows, don't worry… Jungwon is young and a bit crazy, but Jay keeps him calm. I'll take care of it".

I swallow, what the hell am I supposed to say? I don't understand, my head is spinning. Really, maybe I'm at my limit, maybe Sunghoon hasn't left me any strength to hold on and cope.

I fainted, totally. I can't see anything, but I'm not going to fall, I'm sure of that.

I don't know what's happening, I don't know how much time is passing, but when I wake up, I'm in Sunghoon's room and I don't understand. I was with Heeseung before, right? The owner of the room is watching me, and when he notices that I'm awake, he approaches me and touches my forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Are you all right?" "Ah… yeah, I think I got dizzy." Sunghoon doesn't answer immediately, but sighs. "You literally fainted." I look at him in silence, suddenly remembering Heeseung's words and stiffening. "How did I get here?" "Never mind." He replies more seriously, as if he has just remembered that he was angry with me.

His back is to me as he opens the wardrobe, takes off his jumper and remains shirtless, carefully tucking the jumper into the dirty laundry basket. I can't help looking at it, man… you never get tired of looking at something perfect.

No, Amanda! Stop it!

As he takes off his trousers too, but puts them back in the cupboard, I sprint to the bed and cover my face with both hands as I see his… I've never seen him look so good, but he's got a really nice bum!

"Come on! Don't c-change in front of me!" "You're kidding, right?" He replies annoyed. "Go to hell, Park Sunghoon." I say involuntarily. He gets irritated. "What did you and Heeseung talk about?"

I don't answer immediately, I want to ask him something first. He seemed to understand, even though I didn't speak, and then I looked away.

"Why do you have such a useless room?" "Useless? - He asks me offended. - You have it wrong, the word is 'tidy', you need an overhaul." "Is it because of what you told me at the ice rink?" "Why are you suddenly so curious?" "I want to ask you things because I may never get the chance again." I explain. "What are you talking about? - He raises his voice and comes towards me after pulling on a pair of baggy trousers, the fabric of which is so thin it looks transparent, beige in colour, and which fall damn well on his long legs. - Where are you going? You said you accepted, you…" "I've accepted, but I hope I never get to this level of intimacy with anyone again." I sigh, uncertain. "Oh yeah? Then why should I answer? - He says, looking at me reluctantly as he slowly buttons his pyjama jacket, the same colour and fabric as his trousers. - You just lied all the time and you enjoyed it. That was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Sunghoon… that really seems to be him.

"Exactly." I nod sadly.

That's not true, I didn't lie, I tried not to expose myself and him, I tried my best to restrain myself, to deny and hold back, but Sunghoon didn't notice, and that makes me sad, even though it shouldn't.

"Stop it, stop it now." He tells me seriously. I look up… he's handsome, even in his pyjamas. "What?" "You can't really… say you didn't feel anything."

I swallow, we didn't talk about it directly, he didn't ask me, but… if I stop caring about him, that's good. That's what I want, for both of us.

"How… how did you know I was… t-touched for you?"

He blanches, growing more serious but also more nervous as he tightens his lips in annoyance, his beautiful eyes narrowing on me.

"When was I going to say that?" "Think about it." I answer him.

He swallows and remains silent. Then suddenly he sits down on the bed, facing me, staring at me.

"I didn't tell you so you wouldn't… get hurt. I'll take care of it… so you don't have to worry. - He says this with a solemn air, he understands the gravity of what has happened, he doesn't even touch me because he can see from my gaze that now is not the time. - Think about it, he didn't wait a second to tell you! It won't come out, you have to believe me, you shouldn't have known". "I shouldn't have known?!" I raise my voice, stunned. "So you're just going to get sick! You're already so nervous, I didn't want to put you through this." "Sunghoon, I'm not a child you have to protect! - I remind him, and he gets even grumpier (he looks like the child now). - These things are so important, you can't think of excluding me voluntarily! I… oh my God, there's a video of me like this? And I'm alone, aren't I? So… oh fuck". I say, curling up into a ball and covering my face with my hands as I make moaning, shocked noises. "I… - He tries to put his hand on my shoulder, but suddenly, uncomfortably, decides not to. - T-Told you, you don't need to worry." "Tell me what happened….. Sunghoon…"

He sighs, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I don't know if I should understand his decisions… they are so arrogant, but basically kind. No, it's disrespectful - and yet… why do I feel he meant well?

"Jungwon has a video in wich… - he looks up embarrassed and I can't believe he has the courage to be embarrassed in such a context - you… you touch yourself, for me, clearly". "I understood that too me…" "Well, he won't publish it, he just wanted to scare us. - He sighs and lowers his face. - He knows we'll do anything to get him."

I put my hands back to my hair, how embarrassing, how pathetic, but most of all….

"Why the hell does he have cameras in the room?" "I wish I could find out too… I'm so angry that he saw a moment like that. - He comments in a very nervous but distracted tone. - You touched yourself for me, I should have the video! "I didn't touch myself for you!" I remind him, because suddenly that seems to be the important thing, not the possibility of completely and permanently destroying my reputation. "Don't lie. You're so perverted…" He laughs.

I slap his arm, slowly but quickly, I don't want to hurt him but I want him to understand that I want to do it to him. He laughs again, then stops and stares at me, realising he has been smiling too long, he suddenly becomes serious again.

"Look, I'm sorry, but Jungwon is a good guy. It's just that…" "He hurt your face." I reply, just finishing his sentence, not feeling sorry for him, looking at the wound on his mouth that I've deliberately ignored so far. He nods. "Exactly, we screwed up. But nothing will happen, tomorrow I'll make sure it's erased, but tonight is… the last night." "I don't want to d-do it anymore. I'm tired." I explain, hastily and lyingly.

Even if I wanted to, I'm still angry. The fact that he wanted to protect me isn't enough, can't be enough.

"That's not what I meant… you're really perverted." I hit him again. "Stop it." My tone is serious. "So… Heeseung told you about the video, but didn't explain anything, leaving me with the thankless job." "It would have been nice if you two didn't take it as a game." Serious comment. "I told you to trust me." "He did too.- I force a smile. - But I'm still not quiet." "Not enough? - He says. - Everything I've told you, what I've done, even though we've known each other for such a short time… isn't it enough?"

I look at him in silence, even angrier, but I can't think of anything to say at the moment. Sunghoon, seeing me so transparent, smiles softly, but I can tell he's sad too.

"I'm not clear either, I can only say I'll do my best to protect you. But you can only trust me, I have no other way to prove it." "Please… don't use this video against me. Not now, not in the future, no matter what happens. C-Can you promise?"

Caught, he's speechless. That means he's seriously thinking about it, and I don't know whether to be happy or not.

"Of course, who do you think I am? - Sigh. - You should tell Heeseung." "Stop talking about him." I reply annoyed. "Stop telling me to." He replies again before pulling me into his arms and throwing himself onto his bed.

I can't even struggle at the moment, he's stretched out tiredly. He's holding me so tightly I can't even move, but he's made himself comfortable and even rests his chin on my head, breathing exhaustedly.

"This really won't be the last time." He tells me, although he seems to be talking to himself.

What should I do? What could I say? Even now I feel sad, and I'm pretty sure it's not because of the video. I like to close my eyes in his arms, I like the smell of his skin, so fresh.

"Stop saying… such things." "Sleep and shut up." "Are you… going to sleep like that?" "I said shut up. - He says, making himself more comfortable and holding me. - I'm sleepy."

#enhypen #enha smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enha fanfic #enhypen jealousy #jealousy #jealosy #love triangle #reverse harem #smut #spicy

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pls plz create a masterlist. im going through ur chapters again and cant find the right order 😪

since ive only wrote one ff for now, ill create an index!

THE ENHYPEN HOST || Index

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body for payng off your debt. Do you accept?

TRAILER 1

TRAILER 2

TRAILER 3

CHAPTER ORDER

I - JYP METHOD

II - HOUSEMATES

III - THE FIRST SHIFT

IV - THE JAKE EFFECT

V - THE ICE PRINCE

VI - THE SECOND SHIFT

VII - UNESPECTED TWIST

VIII - THE BEST PLAYER

IX - JUST SUPREMACY

X - INDECENT PROPOSAL

XI - THE THIRD SHIFT

XII - MAD KID

XIII - STRANGE GUY

XIV - GOOD BOYS

SPECIAL - THE FOURTH SHIFT

TEXT I

TEXT II

XV - INTERRUPTION

XVI - LOCO, LOCO, LOCO

XVII - REVELATIONS

XVIII - THE ADVANTAGE

XIX - HIS APOLOGY

XX - THE DATE

XXI - THE LAST SHIFT

XXII - ROUTINE EXAMINATION

XXIII - MURPHY'S LAW

#enhypen #enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enha fanfic #enhypen jay #enhypen jay smut #enha jungwon #enha sunoo #enha jake #sim jaeyun #kpop fanfic

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sadceline · 10 months ago

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[JAKE] Thank you so much to ENGENEs and the members who congratulated me!!❤️ See you tomorrow!!~~

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sadceline · 10 months ago

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 20

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

TRAILER 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

“Like a drama, huh?” I exclaim, after several minutes in silence.

Sunghoon took me to an ice skating rink, actually I should have expected that. More like I didn't expect him to take me there.

“Korean men are pretty mundane, but it still works.” Sighs Hoon.

Since we walked in, his expression has become more serene, which shouldn't surprise me, after all I know well that this is his past, that before he became an idol he was a promising artist skater, yet I find myself looking for his expression so peaceful watching the rink.

“Why did you bring me here? I don't even know how to skate.” “I suspected as much, so I can teach you.” I turn all red, inevitably. “T-Then it's really like in dramas…. What is this, a date?” I laugh nervously. Sunghoon stares at me, turned sad again. “It would be nice if it was, wouldn't it?”

Park Sunghoon rented the entire rink, as in kdramas, brought me here with the intention of spending time together, as in dramas dates, yet I still don't understand what he's getting at - really.

“Why are we here, Sunghoon?” I ask again.

He walks up to me, grabs me by the wrist gently and leads me to benches where two pairs of skates are already resting. I am curious and surprised, also because he did not ask me what my shoe size was, yet the size is right. Does that mean he checked for himself while I was getting ready? This is a nice thing….

“I wanted to let you know that I'm not completely a shit. I tend to be less of a shit when I'm in places I like, doing things I like, with people I like.”

I am a human being, lord in heaven, how am I supposed to react while Park Sunghoon says such nice things, kneeling in front of me to help me put on my skates? I can't look away from him, my heart beats as if fireworks are exploding inside my chest.

“Do you like me? As a person?” “I'm not sure. - He snorts, proudly, clutching the straps of his skates. - I'd like to understand that.” “And do you have an idea... what you want?” “Currently - he answers quickly - I just want to teach you how to skate.”

That's not an answer, but it's okay, I guess.

“You're acting weird.” I smile amusedly as he laces up his skates. He seems to smile back, then turns serious. “Treasure these memories, you'll probably never see me so kind again.”

This looks like the usual Sunghoon, and for some reason this reassures me.

When he gets up, he takes me by the hand and leads me to the rink. He tells me to pay attention as he shows me how to move my legs so I don't fall. As I watch him behind the little wall that separates the floor from the frozen floor, Sunghoon begins to skate with more confidence, moving away from me to make a full circle of the rink.

I look at him and can't help smiling. He looks happy as a child, a gruff child who barely hints at smiling, but to see such an expression on Hoon's face is fantastic.

I feel like catching up with him, but I'm not sure if I can.

I start walking, holding on to the dividers, actually managing to keep my balance well. He is too far away, too distracted, surely he hasn't skated in a long time and will want to catch up a bit.

“Look what I can do!” He calls to me, excited.

I turn to be speechless when Sunghoon leaps up doing three piruettes on himself, before balancing perfectly on the rink again.

“Fuck! I'm too good!” He says it to himself. I burst out laughing. “You're also modest!” I yell at him. Sunghoon flashes a smirk as he approaches me. “I'm just being realistic. Do you know how long it's been since I did that? Years!” I can't stop smiling, I like this expression he gives me, I like his genuine tone. “Don't do it anymore though, if you get hurt it's a problem.” “I might get some rest.” He sighs amusedly, taking me by both hands and forcing me to let go of the dividers. “I'm not ready to skate without holding on yet!” I point out to him. “Then hold on to me.”

Needless to say, my chest implodes, my brain smoking, as I stare at him bewildered. He pulls me toward the center of the rink, not noticing that I am staring at him so intently.

“You really like skating, huh?” “More than being an idol.” He admits, sounding sincere. “Do you really think so? “ Hoon watches me then sighs. “I don't. It wasn't my decision to be an idol, though.”

Revealing something of this caliber, Sunghoon continues to hold me by one hand, but the other moves it to my side and then stands behind me.

“Didn't you say it was your choice?” I ask him, since that is what he has said on several public occasions. I can feel his breath on my neck as he gently nudges me to skate. “I never opposed it, but it was my parents who wanted it. Now I haven't seen them in a very long time, but they are still happy that I am here.” “They think it was the best thing for you, don't they?” “What parent who loves his child leads him to become an idol? - He asks sarcastically. - Everyone in Korea knows how we live, they knew it too. Just being a champion wasn't enough.”

I turn away, it will be gruesome but I want to see Sunghoon's expression, I want to see if he shows signs of pain, of sorrow, and honestly, I wish I could console him.

But Sunghoon is cold, his face is calm and relaxed, perhaps because he is no longer suffering from this now. Yet I can perfectly see his saddened eyes, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

"You're not happy, are you?" "There is no such thing as happiness, Amanda."

It is not that he is sad when he says this, which is really sad, so I stand there staring at him confused and bitter.

After a while, when I have started to move my feet on the icy rink on my own, Sunghoon tries a few more laps and shows me that he hasn't lost his skating skills at all; in fact, he has maintained them perfectly.

I thought I'd do worse, but my brain probably still remembers how to skate on rollerblades, even though it's been at least ten years since I've used them, and maybe I only used them a few times as a kid.

He comes over, moves gracefully and confidently, watches me, and approaches me again. "You haven't fallen yet." He notes. I smile embarrassed. "You should be happy. Then I won't bother you and you can enjoy yourself." Sunghoon looks at me with a really puzzled expression, I get the impression that he thinks I'm a fool, but I don't understand why. "Do you think I can't come by myself if I feel like it?" I blink, curious. "So?" "So I'll wait for you to fall."

I am completely stunned by these words, why on earth would he want me to fall? I don't know, maybe it's some strange perversion of his, but I'm not so much frightened as amused. I back away with difficulty as he begins to reach out and grab me with a grin on his face.

"Stop!" I burst out laughing and move awkwardly. On the contrary, the icy rink is his realm; he reaches me without difficulty. "You just have to fall a little! Why do you have to be so good?" "By nature I am good at many things." I answer, although a second later I realize that this sentence could very well have many other meanings. In fact, he seems to take a few of them and gets a little annoyed in his face as he closes the distance between us by grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward him. "Oh yeah? - he asks me in a whisper. - And what else are you good at?"

I swallow, he is so close that I don't know whether to look at his eyes or his beautiful lips, but luckily I don't have time to decide, because Sunghoon grabs me by the hips and pushes me to the ground, using his own arms to break my fall. The result is that even though I'm not hurt, I land on the floor and he straddles me.

"W-What are you doing? You'll freeze your knees." I say. Sunghoon watches me in silence for a few seconds, then sighs tiredly. "Do you feel cold?"

Not really. This situation has certainly warmed my poor confused body, which biologically cannot avoid burning for him. His wistful, cold eyes, his beautiful lips, and those elegant, beautiful little moles on his face, he's someone you can't get tired of looking at.

"No…" I answer under my breath. "I don't know how things are going to be from now on. - He says in a stern tone, looking at me. - But it's not bad being here with you." "Did you ever go skating with Wonyoung?" He seems surprised by my question, but quickly composes himself and clears his voice. "Yes, I suggested it to her. She can't skate and was afraid of getting hurt, so we didn't go."

Basically, what do I care? Why did I ask him? And why should I feel sad when he obviously asked his incredible, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend to go skating? It was the obvious thing to do.

Should I have just been happy to know that being here was "not bad"?

"Why did you bring me here?"

Sunghoon seems to have had enough of my questions, so he silences me by kissing. He cups my face with both palms as he pushes himself toward me, stealing kiss after kiss from me, even though I seem well disposed to give them. Sunghoon kisses like I would expect from a prince, as they call him, he is elegant even when he puts his tongue in my mouth.

He sucks on my lips and I, who shouldn't be doing this, stretch my hands over his arms covered by the denim jacket he wears, clinging to him as I try to breathe, but still not wanting to interrupt this moment. I long for it so much that I don't realize how serious such a thing is.

It would be enough to think of Heeseung to wake me up from this spell, but Sunghoon's presence in this moment is so heavy that I can't think.

I just feel that I want him.

The crotch of his jeans has swelled, I noticed in passing, and his hands have also become more impatient, but I hope he won't do it on the ice….

"I think bringing you here is the worst of my mistakes." He admits after pulling away.

It shouldn't, but it hurts. I notice he's started to stare at me, but even though I look back, I can't say anything.

"Don't you care?"

He is always so sad, I realize now.

"I wish I could say what I want." I admit, this time I am the sad one. "Here, you and I can be whoever we want to be."

My eyes are probably speaking, but I don't know what they're saying, although I can see that his reaction is to kiss me again. I am cold, but my heart is warm.

I put a hand on his chest and push him away.

"But then we'll get out of here."

Sunghoon gets angry and kisses me again, harder. I can't resist him right away, I'm so stunned by his touch, then I try to wriggle out, meekly at first, but he doesn't seem to want to let go, instead he lunges at me.

"So what?" He asks in a whisper as he starts to bite my earlobe.

A shiver runs through my body and I feel a sting, first in my stomach, then between my legs, and it is intense, impetuous, like the kisses he gives me.

I try to push him, I don't know with what force either, however, this irritates him to the point that he grabs both my wrists, pinning them at my face level. He watches me, but I can only glimpse his eyes behind the thick bangs.

“Don't refuse me.” “D-Don't..” I look away. He lets go of my wrist to grab my face, cupping my cheeks and forcing me to look at him. “Don't refuse me, Amanda.” “Why shouldn't I?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Reject me for anyone, for Jake, for fucking Jay, but not for Heeseung.” He raises his voice, but I'm not afraid.

He... his eyes glaze over.

"You're not really interested in me, are you? - I ask again and he lets go. - You just want to take away who you think he wants". Sunghoon's face gets even darker. "No, you're an idiot."

I honestly stand there stunned (again), my body growing colder while my chest is warmed by these new faces I discover from Sunghoon.

"It's just that he has everything! For once I'm the one who wants something?"

Is he admitting that he wants me or is he calling me "thing"? Either way, why don't I react appropriately, as I should, by pushing him away? He hides his eyes and his mouth is turned down, looking so sad at me.

"It is not his fault that he was born with many talents. - I say, and I can barely see Sunghoon's offended look. - But it's not your fault either. You're not angry with him." "Yes, I damn well am - he replies, getting up from the floor and pulling me up by my wrists - I'm mad at him. Only he would pay the debt?" "Only he said he would... in front of all of you." I remind him, sighing and turning away. I do not want to hear his words, or I am sure I will give up. He comes closer and squeezes my wrist, forcing me to look at him more closely. "Maybe he just said it in front of you."

I stare at him, at a loss for words for the umpteenth time. He has to stop saying the right things, he has to stop saying them with this face, with this level of perfection, elegance.

He really looks like a prince, I can't stop staring at him. Even the wound that I will ignore, the wound that Heeseung caused him and which is essential not to show too much concern… seems to be drawn, part of the make-up, even the imperfections become perfect on him.

Fortunately, he is the first to seek my lips, and that is the only thing I can use to defend myself, because I want his mouth so badly that I cling to his shoulders, to his stupid leather jacket, for the umpteenth time.

He does not release his grip, on the contrary, he continues and pushes me to the bench, where I fall, sitting down. He takes off his jacket and stares at me seriously.

"Today is my turn, don't refuse me." He repeats this to me again, then bends down to take off his skates, and while kneeling in front of me, he starts to take off mine as well. "Sunghoon… you…" I don't get to finish the sentence, because still kneeling at my feet, he decides to rest his face between my thighs, and it's strange, because it awakens a maternal instinct in me. "If you don't want him to know, I won't tell him. I mean it." He suddenly whispers softly.

My hands move freely to his head, I sink them into his hair, caress him. This is such an intimate thing.... even more than sex.

"No….except for the fact that you're blatantly lying, if we do this…. I have to tell him." Hoon lifts his eyes to me, he is offended, irritated, outraged by my last statement. "You… do you like him? Do you really want to be loyal to him?" Now I'm the one looking at him, so close I can see myself in his dark eyes. "Yes. But I feel the same way about you." He is silent for a long time. "What?" He just asks. "I.... want be loyal to you, too."

Sunghoon stands up and backs away nervously. He stands with his back to me for several seconds, which turn into dozens, then a whole minute. I have no idea what he is thinking, but I question his conclusions to avoid coming to my own.

"What do you want to do now?" "What do you mean?" I ask him confused. Hoon turns around, I can barely see his gaze, but it still manages to penetrate me. "What am I supposed to do now that I can't even get angry?" He asks, but it seems more to himself than to me.

He approached me impetuously, taking off his shirt and standing shirtless in front of me. He doesn't kiss me right away, I can see his pupils lingering on my lips, then he takes my face again and rests his own on top of mine.

"F-Forget it..." I try to stop him, but he moves to my neck, caressing my palm with his broad fingertips, while with his other hand he pushes me to him, from behind. "Don't refuse me, it's not what you want." He says softly before sucking on my earlobe.

I moan, not only at that. Meanwhile, he has moved his hand to slip it into my fucking panties.... his hands are much faster than his tongue, he only needs to brush against me for me to lose all the strength in my body.

Sunghoon pushes me against the wall and crushes me against it. "Will you tell him too? That you want to be loyal to me too…" He whispers again as his crotch presses against my thigh, my hip. I try to push him away, even though my mouth is open from the moans he makes me emit. "S-Stop…" "Were you trying to make me jealous with that Heeseung thing?" He asks, this shameless man, thrusting a finger inside me. I pant and cling to his shoulders. "S-Sunghoon…" "You succeeded." He whispers again.

Hell, it's hard enough to resist him when he doesn't talk…. When he starts doing that, I won't be able even think.. Maybe I've already give up, at least when he slides his second finger into my pussy and applies more pressure with his wrist. Groaning, I try to bite my lip so as not to give him the pleasure of hearing me moan because of him, but it's really hard.

"It must have been hard today... wasn't it?" He asks me amused.

Then he takes mine with his free hand and moves it to his obviously swollen, almost vibrating cock under the high-waisted jeans he wears. These emphasize his narrow hips, his slim pelvis, he looks seriously drawn.

Sunghoon is still kissing me, our touches getting wetter and wetter, wetting each other with our mixed saliva. Sunghoon likes to suck my lips, especially the lower ones. He also likes to lick my neck and use his lips to bite me in a purely erotic way.

"You wanted it so much that you even touched yourself. - He says, and I'm surprised to hear him say that, but I don't have time to retort because he's slipping a third finger inside me, preparing me thoroughly for his coming…. - When you heard me make another girl scream, you couldn't help fingering yourself, imagining she was you…"

How shameful! No! How does he know, by the way? But at the moment I am so nervous and embarrassed that I try to push him harder, but this unnerves him and he pushes me against the wall to tighten his grip on me.

"Where are you going? You must be punished... for making me jealous."

Well, I just lost. I don't argue, his hand moves too fast, I make ridiculous noises in front of him, who seems to sneer as he sees me defeated and vulnerable in his fingers.

"Y…you didn't…punish me enough?" I slurp like a drunk, saliva dripping down the sides of my mouth from my panting but also from his wet kisses. "I haven't even started." He replies, finally pulling his fingers out as I come up for air.

Not that he gives me time to reply. He forces me to turn away, my back to him. He pulls up my sweater, then I hear him unbutton his jeans as he presses his hand against my head to keep me from moving.

"I'm really mad, Amanda." He reminds me as he slides his cock between my thighs.

Man, it's so thick that I can wrap it between my legs, even pretty tight. He must like that, because he starts to move his pelvis, stimulating my clit, but not yet entering my pussy, which is trembling because of him.

"I'm not sure this kind of punishment is okay - he whispers in my ear, now panting - for a slut like you."

No... I... really, he must not use this card against me. If he says it normally, it's seriously a problem, but if he says it while forcing me to the wall, using my whole body to literally jerking off, I'm on my knees before him in any kind of sense.

“I bet Heeseung also calls you that when he fucked you, right? Because you guys fucked before his turn, didn't you?” He asks, before pushing his long cock hard into me without even asking permission.

I scream, seriously. It's so big I feel like I'm struggling to keep it all in in this position, I can feel it in my belly, in my sternum, even though he's not moving it yet I'm already moaning. My pussy is drooling over him.

“You like it if they call you that, don't you? - He asks again. You can tell…” “St...Stop-!” I can't finish the sentence, because Sunghoon has moved his hand from my head to grab my shoulder, while with the other he holds my hip. “How can you… be so tight?” He almost seems to be complaining, but I really feel humiliated.

And yet I like it.

"You have to suffer a little now, you have to do it for me." He whispers, forcing me to arch my back to get him in better.

It feels great and terrible. He begins to move inside me without much care for manners, grabbing my shoulder while he suddenly squeezes my left breast with one hand, I can only try to open my legs more to make it easier. My moans soon turn into primal groans.

"You like it so much… It's disgusting." He laughs, although there is a hint of instability in his voice. "Stop…" "Do you want me to stop? - He asks me, thrusting harder with his hips until I scream with each stroke. - Beg me, beg me to stop."

I try, a few times. Really, just two. Finally, his blows are so violent, but lustful, that I can't say anything anymore.

Sunghoon speaks less and less; as he speeds up, his words diminish, but his sighs increase, and his voice is simply exquisite.

His full breaths, those moments when he seems to be uttering verses of effort, of difficulty, fill my eardrums. I want to hear him over and over again. But he doesn't experience it as poetry, quite the opposite.

Sunghoon hits harder and harder between my legs, clinging to my skin, and I can feel his sharp nails sinking into my hips or around my neck, which he continues to cling to as he literally smashes into me without circling too much.

Suddenly he stops, begins to giggle as he reaches for the back of my neck, his length seeming to tear into me.

"Maybe … there's something I'm better at than Heeseung hyung, Amanda?"

Then he starts again, louder than before, and I can only try to breathe between the primal screams that escape my lungs.

I don't know how long this has been going on, I know I can't control my knees anymore, I feel weak, confused, dizzy, and I feel only pleasure. A lustful pleasure, a pleasure that runs down all my limbs like blood, I am unable to speak, unable to move, but I can continue to hold on to the wall so that he can continue to enjoy me as long as he wants.

"Don't you want to talk to me?" He asks me, also exhausted, I can feel it. "W-What … ah … aha … what do you want me to … say?" Sunghoon bends his back, I don't know how it's possible, but I feel his cock even deeper, I feel completely split open. "That you go crazy for me. That you want me. That you love how I fuck you and that yes, I fuck you better than Heeseung hyung." "I don't… - I pant, it's not easy for me to talk - I'll never be… the way you want me to be… …. And… n-no… you don't fuck me better than…"

He doesn't want me to finish the sentence, which can be deduced from the fact that he pulled me away from the wall by grabbing my neck, pulling out his dick and doing it suddenly, it was like I was suddenly emptying.

Sunghoon laughed with a blank face as he watched my shattered expression, completely distraught by his actions. He must feel very satisfied, the asshole.

He lies down on the floor, and I didn't expect this from a little prince like him, leans back on his elbows and then smilingly points to his big, swollen cock, reddened with use, veiny and so wet.

"Go ahead, sit down." "N-No." I mumble, even though I can't get a clear head and keep looking at the shape of his cock, it's so beautiful, and then his stomach, his pubic hair, those thighs, my God. "I said sit down." He repeats, more seriously.

I swallow, unable to look him in the face. There's no point in stopping now, and I really want to sit on his legs, on his full balls. I take off the jeans that have been around my ankles, and the sound of him giggling humiliates me even more.

"Good girl - he says under his breath as I bend over to sit with my back to him. - No, no. I need to see your face. Turn around."

These... these are orders.

I have no dignity left, except to cover my face as much as possible with my hair down, which I cannot do. I sit down slowly, letting his cock in more gently than he did, letting the muscle with its veins run tight between my pussy lips.

He has this satisfied grin on his face and it unnerves me to know that I was the one who offered it to him. Whatever he understood from the conversation earlier, it must have cheered him up, and not just for that.

Damn.

"Oh yeah, put it all. Like this." He urges me, whispering, watching me closely as his dick sinks into my pussy.

I feel full again, I am full again, of him. I want to move my hips as fast as possible, I want to continue enjoying, but it's really hard, she was already so sore from him.

"Good... all of it." He reminds me as he goes every last inch back into my belly. "Ah… it's… so big." "You like it because it's big, right? - He laughs again, I'm definitely going too slow for him. - Let me see how much you like it."

Oh no…I have obviously lost.

My hips begin to move, awkwardly, but faster and faster, he is surprised by this sudden change of pace, and I can hear him breathing, louder and louder. It's almost as if his dick has gotten even bigger, or maybe I've been going so long that my pussy has swollen up.

"Do you see that? Ah…your body is reacting like a bitch's."

Oh god, I'm going crazy. I hold on to his broad, hard pecs, they are hot and throbbing, he grabs me by the hips and eases my strokes to go even deeper. I feel like my soul is about to leave my body, but his is pounding into me until it feels like it's filling my belly, I can feel him pressing down on my throat, he's big, he's so hard.

"Fuck, I'd love to impregnate you. You would just become mine."

He says, and at the same time as my unbelievable, psychedelic orgasm, Sunghoon empties himself completely inside me for a few dozen seconds, his sperm flooding me, warming me up, at one point so much that it comes out of my pussy while his cock is still inside me. My whole belly heats up, I feel each spurt splashing into my soul.

I collapse, I am tired, exhausted, he holds me in his arms, like during Heeseung's shift. His cock is still inside me, throbbing, I don't think he's going to cum anymore... but it's still very hard.

"Get ready. - He whispers, folding his legs and pushing me against his stomach as if he wants me closer. - We're just getting started."

Shit.

I hate this.

It's so… so damn wrong - that I like it.

NEXT CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 19

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

TRAILER 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

“Are you okay?” That's the first thing he asks, entering Jungwon's room and coming up to hug me.

I cannot react. I don't want to. I needed a hug, and his is so warm that as soon as he closes his arms around me I start to cry, again.

“I have to leave… Heeseung.” He holds me even tighter. “Don't worry, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here.” “It's not me….I'm not worried about me.”

He pulls away, looking at me. I can mirror myself in his eyes and it's… strange, I've never seen Heeseung so serious, so frightening, but also incredibly sensual, his eyes slightly half-closed, totally discordant with his affectionate actions. He is angry, but he squeezes me again anyway.

I want to caress him, I wish he would turn a kinder expression on me, and this makes me want to touch him more intensely, but I have the impression that from now on I won't be able to.

“Would you choose me?” He asks me. “What do you mean?” “If you could choose between us, would you choose me?”

Suddenly my heart seems to explode. Are he asking me so directly? What should I answer? I don't want to lie anymore, I don't want to make trouble, maybe… if I had been honest from the beginning, instead of trying to please him….

“No.” I say. Heeseung looks at me but he's not surprised, just very... somber, he doesn't look like himself. “Why? For Sunghoon?” I shake my head bitterly disappointed that he thinks this. “Forget it.” I back away, pushing him a little. “No, tell me. Why wouldn't you choose me?” “Look at me Heeseung - I say seriously - I'm here for work. Do you realize the circumstances under which we met? You… can do better, you don't… you really don't care if I choose you. You just want to win.” “And you don't want to choose me because you don't want me to win or because you don't feel anything for me? - He asks in a voice I don't think I've ever heard. - Because I want you either way, no matter what you may think.” I am bewildered again by his words, feel my cheeks flaming even as I have goosebumps, chills. “F-Forget it."

My peer abruptly grabs my wrist and seems about to answer me, but at that moment Sunghoon enters the room, who seeing us so close is quick to separate us, taking me by the arm. Heeseung looks at me in silence, he's freezing cold, I can't look away from him.

We leave the room under Heeseung's gaze, then retreat to Hoon's, who seems beside himself. I look at him, but he has his back to me after letting go, seeming to think while I don't know what to say. I sit on his bed and sigh worriedly.

“Don't you have anything to tell me?” He asks, after several dozen seconds in silence. I look at him coldly but not out of my own will, it's just that I am so shaken right now that I feel empty. “What do you want me to say?” “You... maybe you're deaf?” Sunghoon asks offended.

Beyond what he says or how he acts, this young man remains an enigma to me. He says he hates me, but then he doesn't do things that seem to prove it. He says I'm no good, but then he also says he's lost his mind over me.

I am not immune to Sunghoon, just as I am not immune to Heeseung.

If I had to choose between them, the answer would be obvious: neither of them.

If I were asked the reason for my decision I would say that Heeseung deserves someone better than me, no matter what mistakes he has made, he is too much for anyone. While Sunghoon, though also far too much for someone like me who arrived here under such circumstances, I find that he has too edgy, contradictory a personality, and it is totally foolish of him to betray Wonyoung with someone like me.

If asked in a moment of weakness though, I would say that I like them both, despite their many, toxic flaws. That although I feel I cannot trust Heeseung, when he talks about me, or to me, he makes me feel really special, maybe he doesn't really mean it, and I dare not imagine what it feels like to be loved by him. I would also say that although only cruel words come out of Sunghoon's mouth most of the time, I still want to know him, to understand him better, because he talks as much as he acts, but it's all a constant contradiction.

To be honest, it's only because the two of them showed more interest in me, but I probably would have been equally enamored with everyone else.

“I'm sorry if I keep telling you you're a slut. “ I sigh bitterly but amused. “That's not an apology, and I'm not a slut. Even if I were, though, I think it would still be okay.” “I honestly don't care if you are or not. - Sunghoon blurts out, nervous. - In the end, I'm in this situation anyway, right?” “Are you talking to me or yourself?” I chuckle weakly.

Hoon looks at me seriously, and he is so handsome. His full pouty lips, his unyielding, defensive gaze, his eyebrows curved toward the center of his forehead, this boy truly borders on perfection.

“Do you like Heeseung? No - he pauses, annoyed. - Of course you like him, but do you like him more than me?” “Probably. - I nod. - He doesn't call me a slut all the time.” “Are you joking at such a time?” He raises his voice. I look at him in silence for several seconds, then click my tongue in annoyance. “Does it look like I'm joking? Or do you really think it's not serious? Maybe because that's why I'm here? Then fine, call me whatever you want.”

The unflappable Sunghoon seems to freeze in front of me, and although I should feel satisfied with this result, I cannot rejoice in it. I am tired, stressed, confused, sad.

“Excuse me.” He says after at least a minute in silence.

In fact, it sounds as if I pulled these words out of his mouth, yet they still sound sincere to me.

“You don't have to apologize if you don't want to.” I smile, lowering my gaze. “I grew up with the idea that women were something precious and inviolable, that their value lay in their purity. - He says, all of a sudden. - I'm not justifying myself, I'm just explaining. For me... - he freezes again, looking at me. - For me it was such a shame that such a beautiful girl was here to give herself to all of us. But I would have been fine with it anyway, I wanted to keep away from you.”

I'm not sure what he's getting at, but I can't help being absorbed in his voice. It doesn't seem to me that he has ever spoken to me so much, nor did I expect him to do so sooner or later, and I never imagined that while he is explaining himself and a little justifying himself, his masculine voice could have such childish and sweet tones, as if because of the shame of facing such a discussion.

“You're not just beautiful on the outside, though…” He says, clearly embarrassed, looking away.

Heck. I want to kiss him. No, no Amanda, stop it. Just because of this? You're such a slut!

“Ah… - I try to maintain control, starting to look around nervously and uncomfortably. - I…I didn't imagine. However, that's not why you can call me a s-slut.” “I said I wasn't justifying myself!” “The way… you've viewed women up to now is awful. Although it sounds noble, it's not, it's just a kind view of the fruit of patriarchy.” Sunghoon looks at me surprised. “Are you also a feminist?” “You're joking, right?” I ask him. “N-No…it's just…” “Look only in this country being a feminist is something wrong. All of you should be, even you men.” Sunghoon mumbles something unintelligible, then turns to the closet and opening it starts looking for something. “Let's go out.” He says. I laugh, nervous. “What?” “I don't want to stay here anymore, let's go somewhere. It's still my shift.” “Where would you like to go?” “Somewhere I like.” “C-can you give me the phone back?” “No.”

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 18

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

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FIRST CHAPTER:

I can't tell if they are serious or just recently abusing some strong drug, I hope not, though....

Joke.

I had understood seeing Amanda a few nights ago when the hyung TXT had come, that she is indeed breathtakingly beautiful, a natural beauty that is hard to find in this environment. And so far I can't blame them.

But to even go so crazy as to put their hands on each other? They never really liked each other, lights out, but getting to that always seemed out of the question.

Is it possible that Hybe didn't predict this or did things like this just never happen? It seems strange to me.

"What are your intentions?" I ask, after entering Heeseung's room, which is the farthest.

"I don't want anyone to put their hands on her - the room's owner blurts out nervously. - This will not continue."

"Are you sure she would choose you?" Sunghoon sneers.

"That's not the point. - I snort. - And anyway, yes, should she choose you who do nothing but humiliate her? You're a sadistic pervert.... I had no idea."

"Don't you care about Wonyoung?" Heeseung asks him point blank.

Sunghoon doesn't answer right away, twisting his lips annoyed. "It doesn't concern you."

"Don't you have the balls to answer?"

Noticing that tempers have risen again, Heeseung pushes him but Sunghoon does not stagger and returns the push.

As the two insult each other, I hear the front door click: it must be Jay hyung, thankfully. I honestly don't want to hit them, I would end up hurting them a lot, but they keep pissing me off.

Hearing them bickering, Jongseong joins us in Heeseung's room.

"What's going on?" Jay asks, pulling them abruptly away from each other.

The two of them clam up like two children, I sneer annoyed. "Sunghoon locked Amanda in my room, naked, meanwhile he made Wonyoung sit in our apartment and fucked her the whole time. While Wonyoung was showering, I guess, Sunghoon went back to Amanda, well...."

"You brought Wonyoung here! You're deranged and you're also a pervert!" Jongseong raises his voice, furious.

"I didn't invite her, she showed up."

"Right, she ruined your plans with Amanda and that's why you took away her phone." Heeseung continues.

Sunghoon glares at him but does not respond. "How do you know I went back to her?" He asks.

I don't answer; it's not time yet. "Heeseung is just as crazy, he wants to pay Amanda's debt so that she is no longer our host. I've already explained to him why it would be idiot do that but-"

"Pay Amanda's debt? - Jay asks, but he doesn't seem as angry; in fact, he's almost impressed. - Do you like it that much?"

Heeseung does not seem the greatest among us, especially when Jay is around, In fact he lowers his gaze embarrassed but annoyed. "Why shouldn't?"

"He has a fixation on non-famous chicks, so they can't leave him, right? It's like with Sonha." Sunghoon sneers at him.

"It's possible - Heeseung replies honestly, looking at the minor, - but at least I admit it. You like them rich, famous, poor, it makes no difference. Noble, but you can't have them all at once. - Then he approaches and although he didn't seem to have those intentions, he pushes him. - And don't talk about Sonha."

In fact, he shouldn't, not after what he's been through. Heeseung loved Sonha very much, and its not fair to twist the knife, but Sunghoon is so blinded by the idea that Heeseung likes Amanda that he wants to destroy him.

This seems so crazy to me, but yet in a way, I expected it.

Sunghoon is much more competitive and ambitious than he appears, he is a good friend, until you try to override him, this makes him a real monster.

"Forget it, even if she says she wants you... you might as well marry her, she would come back to me."

Heeseung laughs, incredulous. "You are crazy. It's obvious she wants me."

"Because you protect her, you treat her well.... but in the end she can't say no to me. She's not even on your level. She's not worth it."

"You are really disgusting - Jay says. - Why do you talk like that?"

"Especially after what he did with that mouth, to Amanda."

This time to stick the finger in the wound is me. Actually, I've been wanting to say this for a long time, and I'm tired of hearing the usual bullshit that they'll say, anyway, they can't come up with any solution.

"What are you saying!" Sunghoon asks agitatedly.

Heeseung approaches me. "What do you mean?"

"I have cameras in the room. - I explain serenely. - I have a really.... really cute video of Amanda."

"You have cameras in the room?" Jay asks confused.

This time it is Sunghoon who grabs me by the shirt, how dare he? I glare at him but he doesn't give up. "What are you saying? I'm in the video too."

"They got laid then?!" Heeseung asks, who should not be surprised.

"No, not really. - I correct him. - Sunghoon goes out of his way to look tough but then... he just wants Amanda to enjoy, right?"

He almost seems to blush, the idiot, I can't believe it. He abruptly let me go and turns away embarrassed, and offended.

"What do you want to do with the video?" He asks, with his back to me, more serious.

"I'm not talking about that moment... I wouldn't expose you of course. I'm talking about the video... of her touching herself, alone, on my bed."

I have a chill that honestly starts at the tip of my cock, but I try to maintain a dignity. It is obvious that this show has offered me a different view of things... of Amanda.... and she was so cute as she struggled not to moan, while with one hand covering her mouth the other moving fast inside her, legs spread...right toward the camera.

Uh, I need to calm down.

"She was..."

"Yes." I reply to Heeseung.

"What a little bitch." Laughs Sunghoon, smug and probably just as excited, as I think everyone is at this point.

"You have to give me that video." Says the elder, nervous.

"You want the video of her touching herself for me?" Sunghoon continues swaggering.

"They didn't fuck, did they?" His rival ignores him, however, looking at me.

"Fuck, Jungwon... will you get in the way?" Jay scolds me.

"In my room no - I reply to Heeseung - but not sure. As for the video... well, I see no solution."

Sunghoon gives me a dirty look. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to put some rules here, since we've been relying too much on your hormones. - I say, starting to walk cheerfully around the room, looking at Hee's stuff. - You say you both like Amanda, right? Then you should try to protect her."

Jongseong is very concerned, knowing me, he probably fears a headshot. "Don't joke, such a video would ruin her reputation forever."

I nod, he's right. "Just because of that, we could do that if Heeseung and Sunghoon hyung come near her again, then I will release the video." I smile.

They all remain evidently bewildered, the first to lose patience, however, is Sunghoon who seems really pissed off, I'm ready to punch him if he instigates me, Heeseung has already hurt him on the face anyway.

"Give me the phone."

"That's no way to talk your leader." I joke, relentlessly good-humored, though my eyes are sharp.

I see Jay hyung gather his hair behind his forehead, worried, while Heeseung seems to simply stare into the void, upset, or perhaps looking for a nonviolent solution.

"Won, I'm not kidding. This video belongs to me." He says, calming himself down, although he seemed about to attack me (and I'd say that's odd of him - he's never resorted to hands before).

It's usually Heeseung who is the handiest, the most impulsive, not Sunghoon the calm one. "It doesn't belong to you, you harassed her, she was horny. You have no right to the video, I - Hee says, looking at me - I really care about it. I would care, I wouldn't send it to anyone, Jungwon, listen to me."

I shake my head contrite and a little too smug, actually. "I won't send it to anyone either. - I explain. - Of course, as long as you stay away from her."

"I couldn't do it." Heeseung admits.

"Wouldn't it be better to send her away, then?" Sunghoon proposes nervously.

Hee looks at him confused but is unable to say anything.

"Honestly.... just because you guys can't have fun, shouldn't we either?" I ask, smiling as usual.

Hoon doesn't understand, he looks at me puzzled while Heeseung, this time, grabs me by the shirt, it's almost funny to see them react like that. They look like crazy people, and this makes me think a lot.

"We?" Hee asks menacingly.

I nod. "Why, couldn't I?"

Jongseong approaches us, looking at me annoyed. "Are you freaking out today, too?"

"Actually finding her naked while sleeping on my sheets.... well, how should I put it..."

Heeseung tightens his grip further, shaking me. "Is it simply okay for you to cheat on your girlfriend!"

"From what pulpit." Says Jay, nervous, coming to my rescue.

Yeah... Heeseung loved Sonha very much, but he never had a problem cheating on her.

Heeseung evidently feels betrayed by Jay's words, but tries not to let it show, letting go abruptly. Sunghoon sneers, pleased, probably unaware of this backstory.

"Hanni and I have been distant lately. - I explain, even though I shouldn't, but is that i like to piss them off. - We are still together, and I am better than you, but who knows. It could end at any moment."

"Do you want to fuck her too?" Sighs Heeseung.

"Why don't you stay out of it? - Sunghoon proposes, seeming to persuade me gently. - Let's send her away. We'll find another host, you can fuck her all you want."

"Let's pay the debt together. So Hybe doesn't get suspicious, it's not that much money." Heeseung agrees with him, for the first time today, as if they were not beating each other up until recently.

It's cute that they only agree because they want to keep me from fuck Amanda...but to be honest, this only increases the desire I've been trying to suppress these days.

The memory of Amanda, of her legs, of her little lilac dress, tight over her body, over her breasts, showing her stiff nipples resembling two little buttons, has come back several times in these evenings or in moments of boredom. Now that I have seen her naked, touching herself on my bed, with such an erotic expression.... fuck. I don't know if I can contain myself anymore.

I'm sure she wouldn't refuse me.

"Do you agree hyung?" I ask Jay, who looks at me surprised, after all, he didn't think I was serious.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want Amanda to be completely removed from us because these two idiots fell in love? - I tease them, I know it's not about these kinds of feelings, however, I want them to feel a little pathetic. - We should ask Jae hyung and Niki if they agree. We should also ask Sunoo hyung."

They all look at Jongseong because deep down they also know that whatever comes out of his mouth has a good chance of becoming law.

"I don't think they would agree. Jaeyun likes to fuck Amanda and Niki... I don't even want to think about what they did, I hope nothing - he sighs, concerned - but I mean, I don't know if he would agree. He likes Amanda, it's obvious. He such a snob would never spend time with her for no reason."

Exactly, sending her away is nonsense. And then what would they want to do next? Do they think they can date her normally? The TXTs know who she is; it would not remain a secret for long.

But I know them well, both of them.

Neither of them wants a serious relationship with her, or perhaps, there is a better chance that Sunghoon wants it, since he has never been unfaithful type.

However, in my opinion, both of them only aim to lock her up in some birdcage, letting her live there, just to sod their not-so-noble needs.

They would probably spoil her and maybe not even tire of her in the long run, but she could never be anything other than officially a mistress.

Which is fine because being idols they wouldn't have to date anyone regardless. They could hide her and have her all to themselves but I....no, I don't think that's right.

If her has to be put in a cage, I want to be one of the owners of this cage too.

"You can't keep her here. - Heeseung blurts out, serious. Sunghoon crosses his arms over his chest, displeased. - You can't think I'll keep quiet while you take turns fucking her."

"Why not at the same time? - Cheerful joke, it was just a joke, I didn't expect he would really push me. I guess this is the first time today that I've given such an icy stare. - Hyung, you are older, but don't touch me anymore."

"I'm telling you I care about her, and your answer is 'I want to fuck her too,' you realize that?" Hee raises his voice again.

"That's bullshit." Hoon comments.

I stop smiling. "If you cared you would have used your turn to be alone with her, right? We get that you found your backup Sonha but...I mean, isn't noona beautiful?"

Jay rubs his forehead unnerved. "How can you say you care? She's been here not even five whole days."

"Just because it's only been five days, there's still a chance to get her out of this. - Heeseung explains, looking at Jongseong seriously. - Maybe I don't really care, maybe I don't even like her, but I'm interested in finding out and I don't want to do it while she's being fucked by you."

Jay laughs nervously. "And would you want to date her? I mean, you're just going to ignore the fact that she's been fucked by pretty much everyone? Are you just going to move on and never hold a grudge against her because of that?"

At this point, Heeseung falls silent. Perhaps he is pondering, perhaps he doesn't know what to say, perhaps instead he knows exactly what he would say but prefers to keep quiet.

"I think I could do that." Sunghoon answers for him.

Hee turns toward him. "He wasn't talking to you."

"I can get over it - he smiles amused. - Don't look at me like that."

"You are the most hypocritical person on this fucking planet." Says the older.

Sunghoon shrugs. "Beyond what you think, I have accepted this. I would have already given up if I didn't."

Heeseung looks like he is about to hit him again, but Jay hyung steps in and sighs. "It won't go as you hope. It's just the news, you're not thinking straight."

I shrug as well, hesitant, thinking that after all, even Jongseong after doing with her simply one night, seemed crazy about her - however, since he met that splendor of a woman called Ester, he has drifted away.

Looking at him, it occurs to me that Jay is not disinterested in Amanda for Ester as much as because he does not want to compete or be a part of this most likely dead-end story.

Heeseung believes he can save Amanda, while Sunghoon well aware that this cannot happen, wants to have her all to himself, perhaps precisely because he knows she can never be a normal girl again.

To be honest, it could also be Heeseung's plan, only he himself doesn't realize it.

What I do know for sure, however, is that the situation may become dangerous for the survival of our band. I know this at least as much as I know I want Amanda too.

Of course, it bothers me a lot that just to be able to fuck her sometimes I would have to literally end up in a psychodrama, however... I almost want to, how should I put it: dirty her enough for the two of them to not want her anymore.

On the other hand.. I wonder if it would really do any good.

These are just thoughts.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Sunghoon says, suddenly.

Jay looks at him. "Why?"

"You've all had the chance of your shift, now it's my shift, tomorrow we'll find a solution. - He says, then turns to Heeseung but does not smile. - His 24 hours belong to me."

"Do you really want to..." Heeseung is so incredulous that he begins to laugh.

"I have to talk to her - Hoon replies. - I need to apologize and explain to her that you are certainly not the only one who thought of paying her debt."

He does this on purpose, continuing to instigate him.

"Let's do it." Jay hyung replies.

I am not very convinced, but I nod. "That's fine with me."

"So if they haven't fucked yet, will they?" Heeseung laughs nervously.

"If she sleeps with him after calling her bitch-"

"That's not all he said. - Heeseung raises his voice, to Jay who looks at him expressionless. - You all know he didn't just say that."

Sunghoon nods in turn. "Exactly, we have some things to clear up."

"Are you insecure?" I ask Hee hyung, smiling.

"Come on... Jungwon..." Jongseong calls me back.

Heeseung ignores me and looks at Sunghoon. "All right, talk to her. In fact, you know what? Have fun, fuck her good, because this will be the last time you can be alone with her."

He says this, before walking out of his room, leaving us all very confused.

"Heeseung is crazy, but what about you?" Jay asks him, before Sunghoon can follow him outside.

The boy stops, a little regretfully looking at his peer. "I don't know why I want her so much. - Sigh. - But that's it."

"Sunghoon, let's talk about it." Insists Jay.

"You're just trying to convince me to give up so Heeseung can win, right? - He asks, bitterly amused. - It's always been like that, hasn't it?"

"Currently you're the one with an amazing girlfriend, though. You're the one with the most to lose, right?" I tell him.

"I've noticed that, Jungwon. - He replies, annoying me. - But I'm still here discussing this crap with you."

"Ah, I love it when you are yourself. Heeseung hyung flies very high, but you? Do you imitate him?" I laugh to hide my annoyance, unlike Sunghoon, and even Jay doesn't seem particularly amused as much as concerned.

"You just won't let it go, even though you know it's bullshit. You understand that, right?" Jay asks Sunghoon.

The nervous peer leaves the room without deigning us another word.

"Jungwon - calls me Jongseong after a very few seconds that we are left alone. - Listen, I know you wouldn't, but you really have to be careful with that video. It's got saesaeng in it.... you have to be careful. And you have to be careful with her too, you risk really ruining her."

"Don't worry - I sigh, bored by his serious tone, - I'll only use it for me. And our phones are monitored by Hybe, they know who comes in and out of my phone."

"At least delete Sunghoon's recordings."

I snort. "I've already done that. - I explain, he looks like he's about to say something but then turns around looking worried and somber. - Look hyung, but wouldn't you like to see it? It's really a good video. Noona is really..."

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 17

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

When I wake up, as this morning, there is someone watching me.

Since I fell asleep, I don't know how much time has passed, but I guess he's Sunghoon and the torture is about to begin, again.

However, looking closely at him.... no, he's not Sunghoon.

Is Jungwon.

And I am naked on his bed.

I feel even more shame for what I did, not only while I was in Sunghoon's company, on his bed.... I try to cover myself with the sheet, but I'm sitting on it, he looks at me and laughs.

"No, noona. Don't cover yourself - he says, joking almost, then looks at me - I won't touch you, just let me watch."

K.O. Amanda.

No, let's reason. I'm not comfortable while he's squaring me with those seemingly innocent little eyes, but... Does Sunghoon know he's here? He might not take the news that he wants to look at me naked.

Not that I worry about him, though.

"Of course you're beautiful, eh, noona?" He asks me.

I blush, not knowing what to say.

"All right - he sighs, moving away and taking the t-shirt that Sunghoon threw on the floor, handing it to me. - Better not look too much, or I'll want to touch."

I swallow, what is he thinking? No, after all, the whole situation is unrealistic, what precisely am I surprised about?

"You found the door locked, how did you get in?"

"I have a spare key."

"W-Why?"

Jungwon shrugs, turning a naive expression on me. "Because this is my room." He smiles.

Just after I put my shirt back on, which tightens slightly on my wide hips, the door opens. It is Sunghoon, and he is pale, looking at me, then at the leader.

"I told you-"

"I was curious- the boy smiles again, slyly anticipating him. - I was right to be curious."

Soon after, behind Sunghoon's back, Heeseung also appears, looking at me worriedly. "Are you okay?"

The middle man among the three snorts annoyedly, approaching me and grabbing me by the wrist. "Let's go."

"Don't go anywhere. - Heeseung stops him. - Why is she here? - Then he turns to me. - Why aren't you wearing anything?"

"N-Nothing happened, n-nothing!" I say, spontaneously, perhaps a little too much.

Sunghoon looks at me, not angry, not offended, he is.... apparently disappointed? And why should he be? And why am I sorry? Why am I sad about this?

"Do you believe her? - Sunghoon laughs nervously. - Look at her, could you say we haven't fucked?"

We all see it as Heeseung's confused and alert expression turns into pure anger as he goes at him and tries to hit him in the face, luckily Jungwon gets in the way and Heeseung doesn't even try to hit him, the leader.

"What did you expect? You left her here." Sunghoon keeps talking, unnerving him.

"Don't you get grossed out? - Heeseung asks him. - Your girlfriend left ten minutes ago."

This time is Sunghoon's expression that twists his calm and proud face. He's the one trying to hit Heeseung, I really don't understand what's going on.

Jungwon also freezes, laughing, but it's scary.

"Why don't you end it?" He asks calmly.

"This story, ends here. - Heeseung says, turning to Sunghoon, who looks into his eyes. - Amanda is no longer a host as of today."

Jungwon looks at him guinamously curious. "What?"

"I will pay the debt." He says.

What?

It's as if the world has stopped, I can't see or hear anything anymore, I'm sure I'm in some kind of dissociation... Heeseung is sincere? Me... does Lee Heeseung like me?

"I don't think you can. - Laughs Sunghoon, sticking his hands in his pockets. - But try, you'll be the pathetic son of a bitch who paid the bitch's debt."

What? What what what?

It's like he just shot me. The burning, the pain I feel in the middle of my chest is real, or maybe I'm just having a fatal heart attack, which wouldn't even be bad.

I mean, Heeseung... he stuck his neck out for me, but Sunghoon reminds him that this is nonsense.

"That's enough, you really are a piece of shit." Jungwon speaks, turning toward Sunghoon.

My eyes are filled with tears, perhaps that is what I deserve for having come this far. I turn away, to hide the tears, but there is no point, I should just walk away.

"Amanda..." Heeseung calls to me, approaching.

"You're freaking out over this bitch, huh?" Jungwon asks him seriously.

"Yes fucking, I'm going crazy. - Sunghoon replies, raising his voice. - This asshole let me fuck her! He was so unsure of what he wanted that it came to this, and I.... am butchering my relationship, my fucking reputation for her, despite knowing that if Heeseung pays the debt, she will be forever and exclusively loyal to him. - He talks so much that I am forced to turn away, he notices and looks at me, then smiles annoyed, wistful. - Do you think he wants your freedom? He just wants to trap you between guilt and your fucking natural inclination to be a slut."

"And you! What you want?!" I shout, because otherwise I would have to hit him again but this time with a blunt object.

He ignores me, looks at Heeseung, who, however, while remaining silent, has become gloomy in the face, his pink bangs barely masking his serious gaze that sends me shivers.

"What do you think will happen when Lee Heeseung pays the debt for her? She'll be sent so far away that you'll never see her again, like all the fucking important people we have! - Sunghoon laughs, out loud. - What, don't you know better too?"

"Don't talk like you know me. - Heeseung replies softly, walking toward him. - I know what I'm doing. Know that I don't give a shit what you do from now, stay away from her."

"Do we want to take it to the lawyer? - Still laughing Sunghoon, I am incredulous, how can he be such an asshole? - This is still my turn."

Jungwon is not careful enough to prevent Heeseung from hitting Sunghoon right in the face, to the point that while his lip is bleeding he looks at the major in disbelief.

"You were lucky, because I was good, because deep down I thought you were just a horny kid - says Heeseung smiling, but he is by no means cheerful, on the contrary he looks very creepy. - I would allow the whole world to fuck her, outside of you."

"Fuck hyung, not in the face! And anyway, are we going to continue talking in these terms? - Jungwon asks, visibly unnerved but still smiling. - Do we also want to pick her up and put he on a piece of furniture like an object?"

The two turn confusedly toward the leader, and to be honest, so do I.

"I can't stand these psychodramas anymore, from now on neither of you will be with Amanda noona. - Explain, politician. - It will be easier to integrate my turn."

It's a bit comical how the two simultaneously get him by the collar, I don't know what to say, I feel like I'm in a demential drama directed by a drug-addicted director.

"I'm kidding, but shall we talk about it over there? - He asks. - Honestly, noona I think this is too much. Sunghoon, fucking apologize."

Sunghoon hits Heeseung in the face when the leader is distracted, Heeseung staggers but a second later runs into him and the two of them fight, literally, to the point of falling.

Am I shaken, confused, smug? What kind of person am I?

"Oh my god, this isn't really happening." Jungwon complains, but he does not intervene.

I cling to Won's arm and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye. "We have to stop them!"

"Why don't you just fucking let it go!? - Shouts Heeseung, who is literally straddling him. - And apologize to Jake, no matter what goes on in that fucking head, you should just apologize!"

It makes more sense now, actually. All this, I mean.

"I have nothing to apologize for, are you friends with Jaeyun now?"

"No, I'm a piece of shit and deserve to be alone - heeseung replies, laughing sarcastically. - But after all you've been through? Don't you really want to apologize?"

"So touched." Jungwon whispers to me amused.

I'm not sure if I should laugh in such a situation, but I don't deny that his joke is funny.

"Yes hyung, to be honest - Sunghoon smiles, looking serious, - I don't think I owe him any apologies."

Heeseung tries to hit him again, but Jungwon manages to block his wrist. "That's enough now, seriously. I'll call Jongseong hyung, he makes you both cry."

"Hyung, no one likes you." Hoon smiles, his lips bleeding.

I can just see the blank, lost expression of Heeseung who can't even respond. This...must hurt him a lot.

"Imagine if I have to agree with Yeonjun.... but really, don't you fly too high? You're worth as much as everyone else. - He says, amused. - Be honest, am I not right?" He asks Won.

"You are not everyone. - Jungwon answers. - And I like you both anyway, when you're normal. You haven't recovered since February, have you?"

Heeseung gets up, not wanting to waste any more time on him, but walks over to me. He does not look me in the eye but simply takes my wrist to drag me out.

"Speaking of Yeonjun... do you know she was having lunch with him yesterday? Soobin was there too."

Heeseung pauses, saying nothing but clearly surprised by this, perhaps thinking I should have told him. "Oh yeah?"

"Are you ready to do anything for someone who doesn't even tell you these things? - He laughs. - Who knows what they did..."

"The important thing is that you weren't there." Answers only, Heeseung, dragging me out, however I am blocked unsuspectingly by Jungwon, who shakes his head displeased.

"No kidding, let's wait for Jongseong hyung and work out a solution. We all want Amanda, so.... you should just resign yourselves. She's a pretty girl you'll be working with for a while, both of you get over it and move on. Okay?"

The two do not respond, simply make eye contact, then Heeseung turns to me.

"You won't say anything?"

I lower my gaze, guiltily. "D-Do you think that.. it's possible?"

Sunghoon turns to me. "You idiot, don-"

"Won't you apologize?" Jungwon asks, pulling me to him and causing Heeseung to lose his grip, who lets me slip behind the leader's broad, masculine shoulders.

"Don't... I'm already humiliating myself far too much for her! - Sunghoon raises his voice. - I..."

"She prefers Heeseung, it's obvious." Won replies, I look at him surprised but he doesn't notice.

Sunghoon looks really hurt but I really can't believe he is.... he is the worst of assholes though...I just can't forget what he said just now.

I'm trying to forget it but I can't.

"For that reason - Jungwon says, looking at the older man - you can either choose to let it go, just have fun, or have Amanda sent away, she would probably end up in some other band, right? - He smiles, he's right. - You can't pay her debt. Will they believe that all of a sudden she found the money? They probably know her family history well, and they certainly keep our bank accounts in check. They would see such an amount moving out of your account and at the very least send it to Siberia, with TXTs."

Heeseung remains silent, and this thing... it's obvious that it hurts me but I don't want to show that I really believed it, I would just look like a fool.

I don't know if Heeseung is serious, if he meant it, or if he just wanted to annoy Sunghoon.... however...

"Jungwon, she can't be our host anymore. Do you understand that?" Heeseung asks, serious.

Sunghoon strangely nods. "That's right."

"Ridiculous - Jungwon smiles. - Let's talk about it over there. Wait here, noona."

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer 3

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

Your body in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 16

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

It's complicated, that's for sure.

I can't tell what's going on either, as I bite her neck, kiss her, and slip my hand between her thighs.

Amanda pushes me, weakly, I pull away.

She lowers her gaze hurt. “S-Stop it, Sunghoon.”

I look at her, seeming not to thinking straight. Right now I can only see her naked body, and although I've fucked Wonyoung so many times…I feel like I haven't had enough yet.

I keep thinking about the fact that while kissing Wonyoung, while holding her, I wanted to have Amanda in my hands.

All of this is absurd, and yet, I move closer to her again and kiss her, I want her lips. So soft, so warm, red as cherries, like her cheeks every time I touch her, every time I brush against her.

She's just beautiful, so what does it matter? She has fucked anyone and it's disgusting, so she really remains just beautiful -- so why can't I stop wanting her?

I'm reminded of that moment when she admitted -- in a way -- that she has feelings for Heeseung.

This is really idiotic, no, she is an idiot.

I lift my serious gaze to her when for the umpteenth time she pulls away from me, although she does so with very little force. “Why Heeseung?”

Amanda looks at me surprised, perhaps a little impressed by my bluntness, but does not answer.

“He let me fuck you on his shift, you're a toy for his cock. Why Heeseung?”

I speak softly, but not because I'm trying to hide from Wonyoung, more like I feel completely drained, and then…she keeps rejecting me, pushing me away…. Even if she eventually does what I tell her to do, I get the impression that she only does it because it's a work issue.

What if she is really into Heeseung? And why him?

“Should I want you?” Amanda whispers, in a rather shy tone, avoiding my gaze.

I walk over to her, annoyed that she won't even look at me. “No, of course not. But Heeseung? Why?”

She looks at me, finally, but I feel uncomfortable for the first time. “I don't understand why you should care. It doesn't concern you Sunghoon, I p-can do whatever I want. - He says, walking away and giving me his back. - And anyway, it's not like just because I like…. then things will change. Heeseung teases me, I'm a toy, I know.”

She really wants to piss me off, but I'm not in the mood for a fight. “So you admit it? Do you like Heeseung?”

“No.” She answers quickly.

“You don't admit it?” I feel relieved, but why?

Amanda just turns around, smiling sadly at me. “I like to feel like a normal person. Maybe… Heeseung treats me normal.”

I laugh, nervous again. “He treats you normally? - I grab her wrist to force her to turn fully toward me, I recognize I was a little rough and she looks at me startled, but I am a tangle of strange emotions and I feel flustered. - Is the normal part where he fucks you with his friend? No, I'm not even his friend.”

What the-what's wrong with her all of a sudden? I release my grip from her wrist, terrified, she… her eyes are filled with tears.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why does my chest hurt? Why the hell should I be sorry, me! She's the stupid one, she's the one who doesn't understand anything, she's the one who… now looks at me with such a tender, hurt expression.

I don't really reason as I take her face and kiss her again. I like to hold her face between my palms, it's like I'm pinning her between my hands, she can't escape, no matter how many times she hits my chest, because in the end she accepts my kisses and returns them.

It drives me crazy that she is crying for someone else while kissing me, yet I can't pull away from her lips, I can't even stop my hands, I want her, now.

When I pull away, confused, her cheeks are still wet but she has stopped crying. I wipe them with the back of my hand before kissing her once more, this time she doesn't even push me.

“I don't understand, I don't understand, r-really.” She whispers, her voice broken, between kisses.

Honestly, I don't understand either. All I know is that she's naked and between her legs she's wet, for me, no matter what she says about Heeseung, it's obvious that she wants me, probably more than she can accept, and that's why I.... never mind that there's Wonyoung I….

I literally take her in my arms, I can't wait. I have to have her now. Lying on the bed, naked and beautiful as she is, I look at her for a few seconds.

“Don't cry in front of me anymore, if you don't cry for me.” I say seriously, before kneeling between her legs.

She backs up on the bed, frightened. “W-What are you going to do?”

I look up annoyed at her, then pull her by her ankles so that she can show me her beautiful, rosy, moist pussy. She cannot struggle, does not have the strength or conviction, so when I rest my meaty lips on her clit, sucking it, she just moans, helpless.

“S-Sunghoon… - She calls out to me, as I recklessly begin to pleasure her, not quite thinking straight. - Y-You… do you want me… cry….for you?” She asks, moaning.

I am confused, stunned by this question, but I have no answer frankly, or rather, I would immediately regret the answer I want to give her so I choose the path of silence. Just use my tongue faster as she gasps under her breath.

“Was it difficult? - I ask her, after I pull away, looking at her, then I slip two fingers into her tight pussy and she clears her eyes, in distress. - Listening to us all this time…”

“Y-you too-you just want to fuck, n-no?”

I move my hand faster, as she annoyed me again. “What about you? Don't you want that too? - I sneer, irritated. - Stop pretending you don't like it, I see you as you are.”

“And you ha-hate it.” She restrains herself, biting those beautiful lips to contain herself.

She is so pretty, although her body is that of a woman. Seeing her in pain because of me, biting her lips to keep from moaning, while I expressionlessly look at her and continue…. well, it made me so hard.

“Yes, it did. - I confirm cold. - I hate it.”

As I continue to move my hand more than my fingers, and her pelvis trembles, I begin to kiss her inner thigh. Even her skin tastes good….

“Sunghoon? - She calls me all at once, Wonyoung, coming out of the bathroom and probably heading for my room, which is empty, though. - Fuck, this idiot… Where are you?!” She shrieks.

I turn to Amanda; her cheeks are so red they look like the color of her lips. She is frightened and dares not breathe a word, but I…. don't know what the fuck is wrong with me today, because I start masturbating her again.

Really, I don't care.

“Don't give us away.” I whisper, looking into her eyes.

She has tears in her eyes, I can't tell if from fear of being found out or because she is enjoying it so much she can't hide it. She has to cover her mouth with both hands as her big frowning eyes continue to rise unnaturally upward; she can't physically hide her gasps completely but there's a good chance Wonyoung won't hear.

She's so obedient and pretty, I really want to fuck her, besides, my dick is practically sticking out of my boxers because of how hard it is, as if it hasn't gone through three rounds already.

Fuck.

“Really? He came out without saying anything?!” Wonyoung rants, in the hallway, but I meanwhile lower myself between Amanda's thighs and start licking her.

She tries to call me on the phone (I can hear the ringtone) but realizes I left the phone in my room and maybe gives up, I hear her walking down the hallway, her step is light and elegant.

In all this I have not lost concentration, at this moment my mind is dedicated only to Amanda's pleasure. It doesn't matter, I can't fuck her right now, but I want her to remember what I'm doing to her, I want her to know that the best, I'm the one.

“S…Sun…g…” She whispers, exhausted, as her body shakes completely from the spasms.

I move my face but my fingers go deep, shaking her from within. I can't help biting my lips as I look at her desperate expression, it's her I want to bite but I start to feel anxious, I've been missing for a while now.

Suddenly Wonyoung tries again to open the Jungwon's room door, which I have obviously locked, while Amanda literally seems to be dying.

Partly out of fear, of course, partly because she is coming on my fingers, she has arched her back and is squeezing her eyes tormented, she must not be making any noise but she is having a deep orgasm, perhaps the very danger has brought her to the peak of her pleasure.

The door is shaken several times, she can't have simply made a mistake again or she would have remembered it. Does she want to enter because suspects something? No, that's impossible. If she wants to enter it is only because she is curious.

Amanda is lying on the bed looking lifeless, strands of hair partially covering her face as she breathes, naked, in front of me.

“It's over, isn't it?” She asks me.

You mean to tell me you didn't like it! Liar.

“Wonyoung is about to find out about us - she whispers, but I can still understand her. - The scandal… from the scandal … you will never r-recover.”

Ah, she was talking about this…

“Don't worry about useless things. - I sigh, remaining silent for a few seconds to see if Wonyoung has wandered off. - Just go to the bathroom and lock up. I'm going out now.”

The stupid girl after getting up grabs Jungwon's shirt again, does she.... does she really want to rattle me? Even in such a delicate situation? And why should she make me nervous if she's wearing someone else's clothes when she ends up in anyone's bed anyway?

I don't know, I don't have enough time to rearrange ideas, I simply take the shirt from her hands and throw it on the floor.

“No.”

She looks at me, it's obvious she wants to say something but still she doesn't, simply lowers her gaze and executes.

Good, right? That's exactly what I wanted, yes. I think so as I see her lock herself in the bathroom - and yet I'm not satisfied and the expression with which she left me…. makes me feel nervous.

I know it's not “right” what I'm doing but I mean…. it's not exactly like dating. She's here to fuck and I want to fuck, the fact that I'm a tad fixated on her just depends on the intensity of the desire to fuck her.

I shake my bangs nervously, looking at myself in the mirror on Jungwon's closet.

I know that.... I shouldn't do it to Wonyoung either though... it's never happened. I'm not saying I'm a good person, maybe if I were a normal person and not a celebrity I would be a real bastard cheating, but dating girls in my position is complicated.

Even if they are drop-dead gorgeous, I don't have the time to get to know them. And, according to the logic that I have only and exclusive physical attraction for Amanda, well…. it's just that she's always near me, she lives with me, I see her all the time, and the more I see her the more I think about her.

Stop.

This is bullshit.

She is a fake little girl who thought she was having fun, but no, I won't let her. Just like I won't let her get any closer to Heeseung.

It's not that I want to protect her or anything else…. just that Heeseung is just as dick-motivated as I am, only I don't profess love or talk bullshit. Right?

Right, let's go back that way.

Wonyoung doesn't notice me, because back in my room she started trying to find out my cell phone code. She'll never figure it out, but I want to keep watching her cute, childlike expression as she concentrates on thinking of the most likely number combination.

After a few tens of seconds I sigh, she looks at me surprised but not nervous, on the contrary she laughs.

“Where have you been?”

“Don't try to block my phone, I can't remember the other code.”

“Then give me your pin.” Wonyoung smiles, annoyed.

“Three, zero, one, four, nine, three, eleven, six, eight, four, thirty-five…”

She wrinkles her nose adorably. “Are you kidding me?”

“Don't cross the line, Wonnie.”

How dare I tell her that?

“I have no problem giving you my code.” She responds offended, throwing my cell phone on the bed.

“Neither do I, you wouldn't find anything in it. - I sigh, moving closer to her, who lets herself be held in my arms. - But we don't have to.”

She kisses me first and I kiss her back.

I like Wonyoung because at heart she is independent, yes, but like any other woman she wants to be loved, what she tries to exert on me is an innocent force.

Nevertheless, keeping up with her starts to become less easy, perhaps because I am not myself these days, perhaps because we never see each other enough.

Moreover, she will never be the kind of woman willing to wait for me at home, to take care of our family. She will always be too bright, regardless of whether I shine as much or not.

On the contrary…. no, I am not thinking about anything.

This not thinking about anything, though, makes me nervous, and I kiss her more animatedly, moving to her long, elegant neck and then to her shoulders as I lay her gently on the bed and over her.

I need to cum, I'm going crazy.

Thus begin two more long rounds that see me almost completely defeated, but she is no better off either. Her hair is all disheveled and even her enduring makeup shows signs of failing.

I'm surprised to hear the door open, it's later than I thought. Who the fuck is that?

I throw my sweatshirt at Wonyoung as I walk out of my room and look around. Amanda is still locked.

I'm not really surprised when I see Heeseung looking like he ran all the way here, seeing me in the hallway shirtless, sweaty and tired, walking against me nervously. Shit, this is no time for his bullshit.

“Wonyoung is here.”

I tell him, serious. He surprised stops, before hitting me (which he seemed about to do). “What?”

“Yes - I look at the door to my room - she's home.”

“What about Amanda?!” He asks in a nervous whisper.

“I sent her on errands.”

“She won't answer me at the phone, where did you send her? What if something happened to her?”

I look at him, I feel like a block of ice, I find his manifestation really pathetic. Wonyoung, my famous girlfriend, she is in our house and this is simply dangerous. But what does he do? He only thinks about Amanda.

“Speak softly.” I answer seriously.

“Tell me where she is or I'll think you killed her.”

“I'd like to do that just to see your reaction.” I sneer, how annoying….

“I don't care right now. - He admits honestly, it's been a long time since I've seen Heeseung give a look like that. He's worried, really. - You can't just-”

“She doesn't answer you because I told her to.”

Why? Why say such a thing now? Why do I feel so bad all of a sudden? I want to hurt him, I want to see the disappointed look on his face, as if I just broke his heart.

Why don't I even feel guilty?

“Really? - He asks, looking me in the eye. He appears obviously nervous but I don't flinch. - To her… Was that okay?”

“That's right.”

I do not have time to realize that he has loaded against my abdomen a strong fist, so hard that I stagger and bend over my abdomen. I don't want to let out moans of pain, but I think the blow was felt anyway.

“You piece of…” I cough, the asshole really hurt me.

“And what did she say?”

“Kiss Sunghoon's ass, I think.” I laugh, getting up and going over to lash him, a fist, in the side.

Heeseung bends over, sore. “Now I'm going to kill you.”

At that moment Wonyoung enters the hallway, who cannot have heard, given how we were whispering. She is frightened and worried; she must have sensed the commotion and noise of our moaning and became alarmed.

She is wearing only my sweatshirt, with her legs almost completely uncovered in front of Heeseung, who, however, after looking at her for a few seconds, looks away, fortunately for him.

“I'm g-going away.” Wonyoung pretends to be more shy than she is, re-entering the room to dress, perhaps imagining a fight between the two of us because of her presence here.

I look him in the eye, he does the same, then bites his lip really pissed off and walks past me, slamming his shoulder against me.

Did he really decide not to say anything to Wonyoung? He could very well have exposed me, created a mess, just for the sake of making trouble for me. Instead he doesn't, and? This just to protect her? After telling him that she ignores him to please me?

I'm going fucking crazy.

I go back to the room.

Wonyoung is almost ready, chatting perhaps with her driver for him to pick her up. I reassure her about the fight with Heeseung, but several minutes pass, surely too many before the driver arrives because someone else is going home.

Just then Wonyoung's driver seems to have arrived as well, so she gets ready to leave but I alarmed that she might see, I don't know, Jungwon coming back into the room and find his unknowingly door locked, I have to leave first.

I calm the girl down and go out, and just as it was supposed to go, since today is definitely NOT my day, there he is, smilingly returning the good maknae leader.

“What a pale face. Nice pecs.” He exclaims happily, walking toward his room.

I stand in front, looking at him seriously. “Don't go in just yet. There's Wonyoung, wait.... in Jay's room, I-I'll explain later.”

“You stutter? Uh, then it's serious.” He chuckles happily.

“Will you?”

“Who knows.” He laughs.

NEXT CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 15

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

When I wake up I am not in Niki's room. It's the first thing I notice, I can't help but rise up startled to look around, am I already in cage? Is this how this day begins? Did Niki let him do it or did he wait for him to come out?

I sigh, still wearing last night's tshirt, briefs, and my mouth is bitter from smoking and not brushing my teeth, too tired.

Sunghoon enters in his room, he has an all too smug smile, seems to almost feel pity for me, I should too.

"You even bothered to bring me here?"

"I didn't feel like waiting for you to wake up from Niki's room." Amment serene.

I sneer, annoyed, as I get off his bed. "What are the plans for today?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm not going to do anything with you."

I hear him burst out laughing as I sigh looking at Heeseung's chat, did the idiot really send me the morning?

"What did you do yesterday? With Niki."

I lift my tired, sleepy gaze to his, then smile. "We did it every which way, first I was on top of him, then him. Forward, back, I had him all over." I see him laughing, yes, he's laughing, but only because he doesn't want to show that he's bothered by this, after all, he knows it could have really happened (and it did, but not in these ways and certainly not lightly).

"Oh yeah? So you like the much smaller ones? Gross."

"Riki is my bias, after all." I laugh too, walking to leave the room.

He doesn't stop me but follows me, and I go to the kitchen to make myself a long espresso. "So, nothing to do today either?"

"No, nothing in particular. - He explains, walking away to get a small bottle of water from the fridge. - So, do you have Heeseung's number now, Jake? Niki probably gave you his too, didn't?"

"Do you want to give me yours too?" I ask, approaching the fridge to get some milk to stain coffee with, he opens the door for me. I look at his face for less than a second, then sigh and pick up the brick, moving away again to pour it into the cup. He takes his time answering me, who knows what he's thinking-probably wondering what he could say to make me feel worse.

"You already have so many people you can call in times - he says, approaching the door - you don't need my number too."

So, he crosses the hall and disappears. I am left alone with my coffee and some doubt, as well as a strange bitterness in my chest, better not to think about it. I check social since it's been a while since I've done so and surprise surprise, I choke when I find out that with his official account Yeonjun actually wrote me on instagram.

Of course he doesn't follow me, but since I have the open account he can write to me.

In the meantime, Sunghoon has returned to the kitchen with his own phone, but I am caught off guard, instinctively afraid that he might find out such a thing and therefore rail further against me.

"Do I scare you that much?" He huffs, annoyed, but continues to look at the phone screen, intent on sending messages by typing quickly. He looks agitated.

"In fact, you do convey a certain uneasiness to me - I sigh, turning off the phone screen, he notices though - but I'm not af raid of you."

"That's good - he says, but he doesn't seem at all focused or present, something is going on behind his screen. - Because it's Heeseung you should be afraid of."

I wearily lift my eyes to the sky, he took short time. I sit at the table, away from him, resuming staring at the screen as I sip my coffee and it still feels too strange, should I respond? Surely it's not nice to ignore him - he even wrote to me with the official account....

"What are you smiling about?" He asks annoyed.

I immediately compose myself, turning off the phone again. "What do you care? Mind your business."

"Yah! - He raises his voice, I raise my eyes a little scared and he notices, so he clears his voice calming down. - Really, you should put the phone down."

"What?" - I ask incredulously, and a little amused. - Are you kidding?"

"You can choose to put it away yourself, or I'll take it."

I immediately pick up the device, placing it between my thighs. "What? Are you crazy all of a sudden?"

"Never been sane. - Approaching threateningly, I stand up. - That idiot will text you all the time, and you apparently can't take your eyes off the phone, so we'll settle it politically."

I laugh as I flee for the kitchen, avoiding him. "You've been with the phone the whole time, too!"

He stops, I can see it, he covers his mouth because by dint of running and chasing me around the kitchen he's had to laugh too. He coughs again, gets serious.

‘Of course I have real commitments, important people to answer to.’ I arch my eyebrows in amusement, I actually have important people to answer too but I don't need to say that, I don't want to annoy him further. ‘Then you shouldn't waste your time on unimportant people like me.’ I explain. He, however, takes advantage of my moment of vulnerability to reach over and take the phone out of my hands, raising his hand so that I can't reach it. ‘Shut up, okay?’ OK my ass, Park Sunghoon, ‘Give it back.’ I ask, doing so politely, this doesn't have to turn into a war. ‘Why do you want it? Forget it - he replies, with such nonchalance that it creeps me out. - So you talk to Heeseung a lot? Do you have fun over the phone?’ I keep smiling nervously, I want to slap him, he's so arrogant. ‘Give me your phone.’ ‘What?’ He bursts out laughing, putting mine in the back pocket of his suit… black. ‘I'll let you have it if you give me yours.’ ‘No way.’ He laughs. ‘Then give it back to me, there's not a single reason why you should have it.’ ‘There are reasons - he says. - The first is that I don't know your code, so, I can't do anything with your phone. The second is that this is my turn, your time belongs to me, so I choose what you can and cannot do.’

I am speechless for his logic, his arrogance no knows bounds, I am fascinated by this but not in a good way. Park Sunghoon, are you a sociopath?

‘It's not written anywhere that I can't use the phone.’ Just as I speak, in front of me, he pulls out his fucking phone and replies, as I can see a few metres away, to a very long message. ‘Then let's write it down.’ He says.

As I suspected something is going on, but who is he talking now? The messages are long and Sunghoon stays writing the reply for several seconds, to the point that despite being aware that stealing his phone now would be so easy, I still decide not to do it.

He has a stern expression on his face, he's so handsome when he's angry that it makes you want to make him really angry. I sigh, realising I've been staring at him for too long, so I simply return to my coffee.

‘Don't drink just that, eat something.’ I look at him, he's focused on the screen, I force myself to get angry but it actually still makes me a little bit impressed that he's pretending to care about me. ‘No thanks.’ ‘Don't be such a kid.’ ‘Aren't you too busy answering to talk to me too?’ I ask, and he lifts his gaze for the first time in a while, staring at me amused. ‘What, are you feeling neglected?’ I open my mouth genuinely surprised, how dare he? ‘Give me my phone back, stupid.’ ‘Stupid?’ ‘I thought about it, I'm older than you, you should start... c-comport yourself well. - I say that but my voice is shaking at the end. - You're d-disrespectful.’ He bursts out laughing, turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket. ‘What, and you want me to call you noona too?’

Let's not exaggerate, I think as I cover my mouth because I can't help smiling, I'm such a pervert…. is just a word, why should it have that much effect on me?

‘Look at her, she can't hide it! - He accuses me aloud, while his laughter fills the atmosphere all around. - Oh my god, do you really want to hear me say that? Pathetic, give up now.’ ‘If you hold to that like you did with the ‘I will never sleep with you’ then can we say you'll do it by the end of the day?’

I bite my lip, I knew he would be angry. He approaches twisting his lips, the evil ice prince, he has his hands in his pockets but bends slightly to get to my height.

‘And tell me, how is Heeseung?’ ‘What does Heeseung have to do with it now?’ ‘About this thing which I really don't remember - he smiles smugly - what does he think? Is he trying to reassure you by saying it was a mistake?’ ‘You realise you can't talk about something you deny happened?’ He laughs again, pulling away. ‘It doesn't change anything, whether it happened or not. ‘ I take a few steps towards him, narrowing my eyes. ‘Then why not admit it happened?’ He backs away further, laughing. ‘Because it doesn't matter.’ ‘Talking to you is pointless, isn't it?’ ‘We can deal with it like two adults. - He explains calmly, taking his mobile phone back, writing a short message and turning it off again. - Now let's talk about what happened yesterday, where you were with Niki, who was with you? And Heeseung?’ ‘You keep asking me about Heeseung… - I giggle, nervous. - Like it's important.’ ‘It isn't? Then you should let me read the chat.’ I swallow, not expecting such a request. ‘W-what? No?’

At that moment, Sunoo enters the kitchen, Sunghoon is about to distance himself from me as the comrade passes between us and approaches for coffee.

‘Didn't you go out?’ Sunghoon asks, first. Sunoo, so elegant and pale, sighs almost disappointed. ‘Good morning.’ I sit at the table looking down. ‘Good morning.’ ‘You're excited, aren't you, hyung?’ The younger man asks, sitting down next to me and observing me. ‘What?’ Sunghoon asks. ‘It's finally your turn, you've been looking forward to it. - He smiles, bringing his cup to his lips, takes a sip. - Noona shouldn't you eat something? Then you'll end up sick.’

Wow, Sunoo, just like everyone else, is simply dazzling up close. It may be the make-up, but his skin appears free of any kind of imperfection, his features are so fine. He has a very different glance to the rest of the world, calmer, maybe mature, but equally brilliant.

‘And you? How are you going to get through the day with just a coffee? ‘ Sunoo crinkles his beautiful big eyes, he's surprised but doesn't want to show it. ‘I'll be fine, I have vitamins.’ ‘Do you want me to cook you something quickly? - I sigh worriedly, getting up. - I'll be quick for real.’ ‘Noona… no need, really.’ He laughs, embarrassed, how cute… ‘Go to that bar you like so much - snorts Sunghoon, taking out his wallet and putting several tens of thousands of won in his hand - and really do it.’ ‘I don't want anything from you, hyung.’ Sunoo replies, but Sunghoon grabs his hands, preventing him from pushing the money against his chest. The two look at each other for several seconds and God if I am fantasising. 'Then you really are…how envious. I'm jealous. - Sunoo laughs, pulling away first. Sunghoon swallows, struggling, looking away nervously, then the younger man comes towards me, smiling. - I'll BOY something good for you too, noona, since you're so nice.’ ‘Thank you…’ I nod infatuated by his sweet and spicy scent.

Sunoo leaves the room and walks out of the attic, Sunghoon looks at me, he's angry but I don't understand why. The fact that he approaches so suddenly, walking against me, makes me spontaneously back up until I freeze against the wall, I swallow, he's really… close.

‘W-What did I do?’ ‘I don't know but stop it.’

This is all crazy. I slide under his outstretched arm leaning against the wall and walk towards the corridor, he stops me, as usual, with his stupid strength and I give in.

‘What do you want?’ ‘Aren't you going to answer?’ ‘I have nothing to say to you.’ ‘I can be nice, if you'll be a good girl.’

I stiffen, he absolutely must not say such things. I'm very sensitive, even if it's an asshole like him saying them.

‘Sunghoon, what's on your mind?’

He walks towards me, he is close but does not cross the line, I can feel his breath caressing my forehead, it is as if time has stopped. I hate feeling so at a disadvantage.

‘What should I have on my mind? I just want to talk.’

He says this grabbing me by the arm and dragging me into his strange bare room, he pushes me against the bed but as usual, he is not abrupt, I fall exactly as I should have fallen. He, though at arm's length, has climbed into bed with me, crawling.

‘Talk about what?’ ‘Let's see if you're honest… who were having lunch with you yesterday? ‘ I pale, evidently also. ‘W-what?’ ‘Who, were, with, you? - He smiles but is nervous. - Come on…’ ‘Why do you want to know?’ Sunghoon gets serious all of a sudden. ‘Riki is a kid who gets manipulated by those assholes, and you would do anything to get laid.’

I do, I don't even think about it for a second, I slap him on his fucking elegant cheek which turns red within seconds. I'm terrified of my own behaviour, I should never, never have reacted like that.

He touches his cheek as he looks at me surprised, but also definitely annoyed. ‘Who were you yesterday, Amanda?’

Did he call me by name? I don't remember if he did before, but the way his voice vibrates, his tone serious and deep, makes my knees tremble and my throat dry.

I swallow, backing away as I sit on the bed. ‘We were together with Yeonjun and Soobin.’

There, now he is really angry. There are several reasons why he might be: the first is that, thinking me an easy chick (even though I actually am) he might be afraid of venereal diseases or something, the second is that he obviously hates them.

From first to last.

‘Oh yeah, and did you have a good time?’ I raise my pupils, that's just like him reply like that. ‘Do you really think that just because I met them then I laid with them?’ He doesn't answer right away, seems to think about it, then looks at me. ‘Yes.’ ‘I already told you - I reply, unable to mask my nervousness - think what you want.’ ‘I don't actually believe you - he says, approaching slowly - but you can try to change my mind.’ ‘W-Why should I?’ I laugh, but I don't realise fast enough that by grabbing me by the waist, he pushed me down so that I was right underneath him, between his legs. ‘Because if I'm not angry - he whispers, hunching over me, who remain pressed against his mattress, unable to breathe - it will be more pleasant.’ ’W-What?’

He smiles for less than a second before taking off his little black shirt, revealing a body that is nothing short of divine. His shoulders broad as fucking highways meet at the height of his collarbones, so prominent and defined. His chest appears immense in front of me, as I gaze shocked from below.

How can he… be real.

‘If you cooperate, I will show you more and more.’ He says, taking my hand to rest it on his abdomen so tight, so flat, so hard. ‘Don't… A-Are you kidding?’ I ask genuinely confused. ‘You really didn't do anything with Riki?’ He asks again, pushing my hand lower, but not too far.

This is…. I have to get up from here.

‘N..No…’ I whisper.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Why do I please him? I regain my senses thankfully and try to get up to move away from him but he stops me from the waist, forcing me under his body.

‘No, eh? Why? Cause did Heeseung ask you?’

We look into each other's eyes, i'm feeling strange. His gaze is serious enough to make me uncomfortable, at the same time I feel like this is the only time Sunghoon takes me seriously.

‘Yes.’ I reply.

He didn't expect such a response, it is obvious, so much so that he lets his grip on my hips but I don't use this moment to escape, I remain helpless, as if my body were lifeless.

‘What?’

I don't answer, but it's as if I did.

Sunghoon's phone starts ringing just at this moment but he doesn't move, instead he grabs my shirt and lifts it up, I am only in my briefs underneath. I don't run, I don't flinch, I don't even know what's going on.

I'm just lying.

‘Do you want Heeseung?’ ‘Your… the phone rings…’ I say softly, looking away. ‘He's just messing with you.’ ‘I know.’ I admit. ‘You know?!’

The phone stops ringing for a second, then a second call comes in, apparently urgent.

'And you? - I ask him. - Aren't you messing with me too?’

That's when in less than a second, as the annoying ringtone becomes sweet music, Sunghoon leans over and taking my face with both hands kisses me, for the first time.

But… what the fuck…..

I push him, he insists, I try to push him away but after a couple of times I stop fighting. He kisses me, really kisses me, he's not touching me outside my face but my body burns as his tongue melts over mine like ice in lava.

A third call starts, this time I really push him and he stops.

He gets up without saying anything, I get the impression that he is angry while walks to the desk where he had left the phone and answers.

‘What the fuck…. who is?! - He answers really, really aggressively to the call….. I hear a female voice. Sunghoon has his back to me but I think I know which his expression have, his silence lasts too long. - What?! No!’

Several more seconds of silence.

‘Fuck, you can't do that! I'm coming..... I said…. yes.’

When he closes the call he loses several seconds before turning around, but by the time he does I'm already up. He walks towards me, his long black fringes covering his eyes but he has a really scary expression.

He takes off my shirt, I'm so surprised I don't realise I have to stop him, then I catch a glimpse of his dark eyes.

‘Wait in Jungwon's room.’ ‘W-what? Give me the shirt meanwhile..’ I say, trying to grab it back. He moves his arm. ‘No - he shakes his head, making a noise of denial with his mouth - you're going to stay like that.’ ‘S-Sunghoon who's coming?’

He doesn't answer immediately, in fact, he tries to boycott the discussion by throwing the shirt to grab my thin briefs from my hips, I see his long fingers bend around the lambo of fabric and seriously I can't stop him.

He touches my abdomen, my thighs, with his nose, with his lips.

Shit…

‘Wait in Jungwon's room.’

Why do I let him undress me? Why do I let him take me to Jungwon's room? And why specifically his?

‘Honestly - he says, still holding my underwear - I don't have enough time to tie you up. This is the only room with a bathroom that you're allowed to enter, and you can't go outside.’ ‘G-Give me the phone.’ He bursts out laughing, but you can tell he's faking it, he's really pissed off, unhinged I dare say. ‘No kidding.’ ‘What…. What am I supposed to do?’ ‘Wait for me.’ He says, and then SIMPLY closes the door.

So I'm naked and in Jungwon's room, which is particularly neat but monochrome, mostly, all white, grey and beige.

I lean against the door, wondering who it is. Wonyoung? It looks… dangerous to me.

‘Are you an asshole? I'll kill you.’ Someone shouts, sounds like her to me, also seems to hit him repeatedly with maybe a bag. ‘You can't come here. Who did you come with?’ ‘You really want to tell me that? - She replies offended, advancing into the living room. - You're a fucking asshole, I'm going crazy.’ ‘If I was boring you would have snubbed me.’ He chuckles, in confidence.

Their tone is almost childlike, it doesn't sound like they're really arguing.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you these days?’ She asks. ‘Nothing, it's the change of season. Why are you here?’ ‘Ah, that sucks. You've gotten so used to it - and I guess she's talking about herself - that you don't even want to…’

Their bickering is interrupted by a stony silence, because… I guess the sound of their kissing doesn't come through the door. Why am I trembling? Am I scared or envious?

‘I know the boys are out all day today.’ She giggles. Sunghoon does the same, but in a different way. ‘How do you know? You let me spy?’ ‘Who knows… never let it be said that the princess of Korea is betrayed by any idol.’

They kiss again, at length.

Fuck, she is just incredible. I wish I was a tenth of what she is to live just better. And I feel pretty shitty too, I mean… I wouldn't feel guilty if she was aware of it of course, but really, beyond what I think of Sunghoon, never let it be said that someone like her has horns, for someone like me then… that would be inexcusable, I would deserve the pillory.

He whispers something to her that I can't hear.

‘And I don't like bullshit.’ She replies though, getting up, walking down the corridor, he follows her. ‘Wonyoung, don't do that again. Coming here is dangerous for you too.’ ‘Ok, but now fuck me.‘ ’You asked for it.’

I'm quite surprised. I mean… I imagined this would happen, but I thought I had more time to deal with something like this.

Thus began whole hours of fucking wild sex.

And I, honestly naked, locked in Jungwon's room, don't know what I could use to take my life without feeling excessive pain. I could try to use a pillow to suffocate myself or throw myself out the window, but the building is really high and the torture would be really long.

They scream, she moans at the top of her lungs. Right now they must be looking at each other, possessing each other in a very different dance than they are used to. It must all be so sweaty, wet, and elegant, their bodies high, dry….

Lying on Jungwon's bed, after putting on one of his shirts (I'll apologise later) I realise that although his sheets smell like everyone else's, his pillow smells too. Like borotalcate. It is so fresh and natural, it makes me want to sleep.

I try and try again but they keep moaning, panting, screaming. I get up, desperate, I walk around the room. This cannot be happening.

The screams subside and I can breathe.

When I hear the doorknob click, I snap too, terrified. Someone has tried to open it, and it is not Sunghoon because he knows he has locked it.

‘What are you doing?’ Sunghoon asks agitatedly, behind the door. ‘Take it easy you idiot. - She snorts in offence. - Where is the bathroom in this house?’ ‘That way, this is Jungwon's room.’ ‘He locks it huh? Strange…’ ‘He does it because Riki takes his clothes.’ ‘Mh, if you say so - sigh. - I'm going to take a shower, bye.’

After several minutes it happens what shouldn't have happened, seriously, I could have faced a few more hours without water and mobile phone, it would still have been better than seeing Sunghoon walk through the door, half naked, his wide tracksuit slipping over his pelvis, his hair dampened, his fucking lips consumed by another's kisses.

‘Are you ok?’ He asks, without looking at me, as he hands me a bottle of water. ‘Get out immediately - I whisper, terrified - are you out of your mind?’

Sunghoon approaches, he is tired, he looks like a zombie. He places the water bottle on the desk before grabbing me by the face and resuming kissing me, like before.

What is he doing? This… this guy has gone crazy! They've all gone mad! I am living in the worst and best erotic nightmare of my life but I really need to wake up now.

He kisses me, his tongue is not fast but passionate, he savours every inch of my lips as I sink into the softness of his, our noses brush against each other and his hands caress my cheeks, my hair, he holds me from the nape of my neck so that the kiss is more intense.

I really want to die in this moment, because imagining that it will end devastates me.

He stops, perhaps he has finally woken up from his nightmare. Yet I still cannot see his eyes, preciously hidden under the thick bangs that also look so soft and into which I would like to sink my fingers.

No… he has not woken up.

‘Why are you wearing Jungwon's things?’ He asks, in a whisper, I can't even tell if he's looking at me, he's become so strange, unrecognisable. ‘If she came in…’

Sunghoon approaches me again, takes the t-shirt from the edges and lifts it slowly over my body, and the truth is, I don't stop him this time either.

‘You wouldn't want to… - He asks, laughing awkwardly, as if he's really out of it - wear only my things?’ I am… confused. Confused, tired and terribly horny. ‘I maybe… - I say, swallowing, I feel like I'm drunk and I haven't even had a drink - no… you're crazy. Maybe you're the craziest of them all.’ I smile upset, turning away from him. ‘When you're good at everything, you end up a little crazy in the end.’ He smiles this time too, but as usual, he doesn't mean it.

He takes my face again, he kisses me again, to deny him would be like going against my own instincts, I can't resist him.

This time his hands touch me, how very much they touch me. He cupping my breasts, picking them up as if they were tiny, then his lips slide over my nipples and I moan.

‘S-Stop it….’ ‘Shut up.’

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

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after the event of TEXT chapter 2....

'Noona what are you doing awake? - Niki mumbles, sleepily, stretching his arm across my thighs at the height of his head and squeezing them. Shit. - Aren't you sleepy... maybe?’ He chuckles, not entirely lucid.

I breathe deeply as I break into a cold sweat. He was close. Close to… discovering me sexting Jake.

But why did I let myself go? I even touched myself, my god - it's fine to be open-minded, but can I handle such an emotional load?

And also the cold way he greeted me. Oh Jaeyun… I know someone like me could never hurt you, but just imagining that I could have annoyed you, that… that makes me anxious, regretful.

There's also Heeseung, him and his stupid way of deluding me. Still, I shouldn't have said those things to him in the hallway, I must have looked pathetic.

But then why does he tell me I'm different? Why does he delude me, even after he allowed what happened with Sunghoon?

And Sunghoon… tomorrow it's his turn. By now I can't rely on his self-control, he'd be able to deny it even as he's doing it.

‘Are you not feeling well?’ He sits on the bed, looking at me. Stupid, if I don't speak I'll make him suspicious. ‘No! Everything's fine!’ Niki squints sleepily, he's looking at me, then reaches out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. ‘Noona your cheeks are red, do you have a fever or…’

Oh no. I'm really vulnerable right now, I'm not even one to settle for coming once… I really want to sneak into Jake's room.

I stroke his hair and smile nervously. ‘It's okay, let's sleep now.’ He squeezes his shoulders not very convinced but lies back down. ‘Whatever.’

I feign serenity as I get comfortable on my side. I'm not comfortable or even serene, in fact I'm not sleepy because I slept in the afternoon, but if we're being honest, how do you relax with a guy over six feet, with shoulders as wide as galleons and completely naked except for his underwear (according to him ‘he can't sleep in his pyjamas’)?

Eventually time passes in the half-light and although Niki keeps tossing and turning in bed, by dint of staring at the wall in front of me I manage to close my eyes. It's a light sleep, I know I could wake up at any moment, but I still manage to sleep for a while.

At least when, as I turn over, I don't notice a few sighs that are a little too misunderstandable. I don't pay too much attention to it at first, trying to get back to sleep, but I sense that I'm very tense even as I sleep.

‘Ah...’

I hear it but it seems like a sound illusion. After a while I hear it again. It is a restrained moan, followed by deep, intense breaths.

When I open my eyes, confused and sleepy, I catch a glimpse of Niki's beautiful body, faintly illuminated by the various small lights in the room, but not by a direct light source.

Niki is sitting with his back to the headboard, he is… touching himself.

I jerk, as if I've woken up all of a sudden, he stares at me with an absorbed but not surprised expression. Even as he sees me shocked by the situation, he doesn't try to clarify, he just looks me in the eyes and continues to squeeze his cock.

His hand keeps moving, his tapering fingers tightening around his length, moist, veiny, sliding from bottom to top in front of me, unashamedly.

I swallow, having looked away. So far I haven't been able to do this, but when I begin to observe his face to try to decipher his intentions, he simply bites his lip.

Come on… please… so I end up dying.

I swallow, turning away. This is still his room, this is his kingdom, but… I mean, it's not socially acceptable, I suppose.

Of course, there's very little that's normal about this situation, maybe I shouldn't even be surprised, but… I mean, if it had been anyone else, I would have really jumped him.

Every time I try to catch a glimpse of his expression, he just looks me in the eye and jerks off.

No.

No...

‘Noona I said I won't do it - he tells me, catching my gaze again, which continually sags downwards but then tries to come back up, regretfully. - Really… ah… but could I just look at you?’

I blink, is he serious?

He bites his lip again, with more anger, god, he's beautiful. His involved, pained expression increases my blood pressure, my pulse, I feel like by dint of restraint myself, my brain is literally next to explode.

‘N-No.’ ‘Do you hate me?’ He asks then. ‘No I don't hate you!’ ‘Then… - he says, shifting his gaze to my body covered by the oversized t-shirt - let me see just a little…’

He speaks alternating between moans, deep breaths, as he stretches out the words making his vocal cords vibrate like those of a bass guitar.

Shit.

I let out a long sigh, agitated, worried. I don't even look at his face as I clench the edges of my shirt with my fists, desperately trying to calm myself down. ‘D-Do you really not touch?’ He stares at my hands, then biting his lip lifts his gaze and smiles. ‘Well… I know you don't want to fuck.’

I… I know that's not a real answer. He didn't answer my question, but he still reassured me, I guess I can be okay with it. I mean, I want to be okay with it.

I swallow again, my hands shaking as I lift my shirt, but it's not out of shyness. I'm just damn horny and the idea of him touching himself while watching me is driving me crazy, but I have to keep control, a dignity, keep my words.

‘Oh fuck,’ he says, when I am left only in my briefs, sitting on my knees and deeply embarrassed. Niki squeezes him tighter, you can tell by the way he spreads his bare, toned, dry, white legs better. - You have such pretty tits.’

God, how fast that hand moves, in front of me. God, how I want to be, that hand.

‘Fuck… fuck… - He says, still, as he opens his mouth, spreading it wider and wider, his wrist moving fast, faster and faster, so fast that it brings him to orgasm, which he voluntarily directs at me, coming on my thighs. - Fuck…’

Well, at least it's over, unfortunately.

‘Oh fuck, you're really weak - he laughs, handing me some tissues and using a few as well, I meanwhile continuing to ponder the fact that I could clean it by licking it (just kidding… how gross) - I love that you do what I tell you.’

Riki, it is assumed that the pleasure moment has ended, so kindly stop saying things like that. THANK YOU.

What a great gurl I am though, going from dom to sub in less than two seconds is something extraordinary, isn't it?

‘O-Ok, now go to sleep though.’ I say, grabbing my shirt and trying to put it back on. Riki stops my wrists, looks at me and smiles. ‘No, I'm not done yet.’ ‘Yes you are.’ I reply nervously. He chuckles amused, then brings his hand to his cock under his boxers, still hard, still throbbing. ‘Does it look like I'm done?’

I remove my hand as my body paralyses and my mind implodes.

‘You said-’ ‘I didn't touch you, you touched me.’ He laughs again. I feel like laughing too, so I turn away. ‘Riki, you know it's not like that… now…’

And nothing, he pulls it out again.

‘Come on… just hold on a couple more times.’ ‘C-Couple?’ ‘Just because I don't want you to lose too many hours of sleep. - He says, then comes closer again, with the fingertip of his index he grazes my hard nipples, I'm still breathing, at least I'm trying. - Now I have touched you. But it's nothing sexual.’ ‘Y-Yes it is.’ He smiles again, this time he grabs it and I moan sorely… sort of. ‘I'm not going to fuck you, whatever, though… I mean, there's nothing wrong with that, isn't?’ He says this before pulling it a little.

I am a river in flood, really.

‘Lie down.’ That sounds like an order. Imagine if I don't obey. He gets between my legs, kneeling, as he stares down at me from above. ‘You can imagine I'm fucking you, if that helps..’

He then leaves his cock to slip off my panties with both hands, as he does so he is really close to my intimacy, but I can't really do anything. By now I have consented and there is not a cell in my body that wants to stop.

Riki starts touching himself again, I can see his length, his thickness, in their grandeur, it's a great shot. His smug but serious expression, his resumed intense breathing, his balls... in short, so full.

‘Don't you want to touch yourself?’ He asks. I really, really want to, but if I did…. Would I be able to control myself? I have my doubts. ‘W-well, that's fine…’

He looks incredibly annoyed by this, I see his eyebrows arch with irritation as he grabs me by the knees, lifts my ankles onto his broad shoulder and then… shoves it between my thighs, holding me by the same ankles to keep it stable, tight.

Fuck.

‘Oh yeah….even if you don't want me to… fuck you. I want to use you in every way.’ He says, charging harder between my legs, I'm helpless.

To let him do this was like giving up.

He watches me, as I part my moist lips, as I try to remain alert, focused, but my expression is absorbed, confused, as I breathe shallowly, holding myself back, but I am so agitated. My chest seems to burst as he, yes, uses me.

He pulls me even closer to him, this time spreading my legs apart by placing an ankle by each shoulder, forced to show him my pussy. No… he mustn't…. not enter.

I swallow. ‘R-Riki….’ ‘I won't put it in - he reassures me, though he's not too careful, busy resting his big cock between my major lips, starting to move his pelvis more slowly than he did between my legs - that's what you want, isn't it?’

But I had already lost my mind, and I knew this was how it was going to go. How could I just believe I had such self-control? In the end, I don't even know if I should think anything about it.

‘Ah… Riki… - I moan, when his presence starts pressing hard against my clit - this… this… isn't…’ He doesn't allow me to finish my sentence, he closes my legs around his cock again to squeeze it better, and that's when he starts moaning louder. ‘Oh god, yes…’

So beautiful is his expression of pure pleasure, his forehead wrinkled and wet with a few elegant droplets of sweat, which nonetheless… glide over his swollen pecs, imperil his broad shoulders, his long arms, his abdomen so dry and pale, perfectly outlined his abs… wow… he really is a sight, and maybe it's precisely because he's not inside me that I can watch him so intently.

‘I want to cum inside, noona.’ He tells me, as I continue to gasp at his length that continues to stimulate my clit.

I look at him, surprised, but not honestly enough. I… I don't want to say yes, but I don't want to say no to him either, a little because it's like I want to give him everything (apart from sex).

Maybe I should just accept it. Accept that I, for one, don't mind this at all. Accept that no matter what happens, there really is no way to live differently, I have become a host.

As I told Heeseung, I cannot be someone else, not any more.

Beyond what I want to give Riki, I also want to receive, and thinking about it, that's really the only thing I can receive from them: their body.

I should just start thinking like this.

‘O…Okay…’ I whisper, a little scared. The boy wastes no time sticking it in, so fast it hurt, I wasn't even dilated properly, just very very wet. I realise it hurt less in the car because I was a little drunk. ‘Fuck noona, I'm going to fill you up now.’

It's not exactly as he said, he's not just ‘cumming’, no, he's holding me by the hips as his pelvis charges with brute force inside me. I can't close my mouth, it's so fast and abrupt that I have to plug it with my hands.

In the end, I, unable to be someone else, am still me.

And me is afraid that others will know.

Least of all, I don't want them to know.

‘R-Riki - I moan, choking on my breaths, the bed shaking so much that the room itself seems to shake. - Ri….Riki… oh my god, oh god… oh!’

He does it again, still biting his lip before arching his eyebrows menacingly and going even faster, I feel like I'm convulsing. I can't even control my hands clutching desperately at his veiny forearms, maybe I'm scratching him.

‘Riki… is so g…big…you make me…’ ‘Didn't you notice today?’ ‘I-I know…I-I was a little drunk!’

I see him laughing, but seriously, sincerely (all while he keeps wearing me down with blows but ok), he's so cute I want to bite him, somewhere, no matter where.

‘You are… ah… so… handsome.’ I said. I'm so involved and happy in this moment that…. it was spontaneous, I wanted to say it and I did.

I doubted that between my own and his moans, this sentence, said faintly and under my breath, could be heard anyway, but though he doesn't stop, Riki looks into my eyes differently, in a more intense way.

He looks like… a man. Not a kid, not a boy but a man, I shudder, but even this feeling is swept away by his impetuousness, brutality.

‘Oh fuck.’ He repeats again, focused. He's lasting so long..... other than coming!

I doubt any girl, while they were having sex, hasn't told him he's handsome. It's the obvious thing to say, to think, especially as his sleek, masculine, imposing body stands naked.

Yet he… he looked surprised, impressed.

The truth is that by dint of acting for work, they've probably learnt to do it really well: although that, however, doesn't explain why they should use these skills with me.

Or, and I think this under my breath because such a thought is so ridiculous, have these guys simply not had enough sexual experience?

Of course, it could be a question of culture.

But what remains more likely for me, and I sincerely think so looking at Riki's eyes, subtle, dark but brilliant, is that this is just a perverse game. Malicious perhaps?

Nothing matters after Riki empties himself inside me, emitting animalistic grumbling but in a whisper. His body trembles with mine, as the last strokes inside my belly assure the owner that his seed is well within.

When Riki moves, the world becomes heavy again.

No matter what I have thought so far, what remains is only a strange emptiness and a deep sense of guilt. I will not ask him again not to tell others, I will let him make his own choice.

I lie in bed for several dozen seconds, then sigh.

‘I'll go wash up.’ I say, getting out of bed naked. ‘Do you want me to come with…’ - Riki stops himself, noticing my vacant expression. - Are you OK?’ ‘I'll go out for a moment later. You go ahead and sleep.’ I explain, putting my shirt back on. ‘What? At this hour? - He asks surprised, now his expression is innocent again and that… disturbs me. - Why? I… noona did I... something-’ ‘No- I sigh a little too heavily. - I just need to take a walk, I'll buy cigarettes in the Convenience Store in the area.’ ‘If you want to smoke I have cigarettes.’ He tells me. ‘Even? Do you smoke as well?’ I ask, sternly. ‘Noona what's going on? - He's the one asking this time. - You are strange. Did it… Maybe disgusted by what we did? Do you hate me?’

I'm not sure but I feel like this is the second time he's asked me if I hate him, but I… of course not, at most I hate myself.

‘No, Riki. It was good. We can do it again if you want.’ I say with my eyes down though, as I pick up my briefs from the floor. ‘It doesn't feel right…. then even if I have a big cock it's no use if I don't have experience, is it?’ ‘Didn't you sleep with that 30-year-old?’ ‘Yes, I fucked a few girls, but not that many. I don't physically have the time.’ He smiles, but is sad.

Is he serious? I don't know, I'm starting not to trust him.

‘You're good in bed, and I think you know it too. - I sigh again, approaching the door. - You didn't do anything wrong, I'm the one who feels weird, but I don't know why. Please throw out your cigarettes and don't smoke. Smokers sucks.’ ‘You're going to buy cigarettes right now.’ I look at him for several seconds in silence, then smile wearily. ‘Indeed.’

Honestly, I am not a smoker, but I have become one at times in my life. After my parents' divorce, after being kicked out of the house by my mother, after being physically but above all psychologically harassed for months by a man who despite reporting me was never arrested or removed, and last but not least, when grew horns on my forehead.

Now, although I think I will buy the pack just to smoke one, I need to breathe sweet venom.

‘I can't let you go out alone at this hour.’ ‘Don't worry, Seoul is less dangerous than any italian city at night.’ Unconvinced, he glares at me. ‘At least take my number, so in case you can call me.’

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ok i don't know if anyone cares but sorry for the delay actually it's just that i was bothering to translate, boh leave a comment if you like it and never ask for riki again

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