#wonyoung thoughts

[pupyuj]

[cw: dubcon, exhibitionism methinks?, fingering, degradation, humiliation]

well hello! i’ve been gone a while, yes but FEAR NOT you will never get rid of me (unfortunately) 😈😈 have a mean girl wony (completely different from “magic words” wony btw!) drabble for an appetizer tee hee 😋

campus princess wony who never fucking batted an eyelash towards her suitors, even the decent ones, but could never get over how you of all things never once looked at her the way everybody does?? every time you walked past her in the hallways without sparing her ass a glance, she was seething 😭😭 but she would never—and i mean never—go out of her way to make you notice her, nope! she was going to make you obsessed with her in the most organic-but-a-bit-flawed way possible! and her best friend’s small slumber party was the best opportunity to do all that 😈

being invited by mutual friends, you showed up in the most loser fit ever that wony almost wondered why the fuck she was so interested until she watched the way you scrunched your nose to raise your glasses—so fucking cute, wony was actually mad that you gave her butterflies 😭 but even in a small group, you still refused to acknowledge her! it was unbelievable; usually people would kill to be in your place, to be that close physically with her but noooo, apparently you were some hotter shit 😒😒

wony has had the luxury of watching you this entire night… you were so cool and laid-back, you got along with everyone pretty well (except wonyoung), but you were somewhat reserved… you intrigued wonyoung, but she had to save the pleasantries and introductions later bcs holy fuck she needed to hear that pretty voice of yours whimper and moan for her 😳😳 eventually she didn’t care that you were completely ignoring her bcs all she wanted at this point was to fuck you senseless,, that oughta get your attention…

wony following you into one of the bedrooms to get some extra pillows and blankets,, saying that she was there to help until she grabbed you and pressed your up against the door,,

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“do me a favor and shut up.”

her putting one of your wrists behind your waist and pinning the other to the door as she grinds against your ass, nose up in your hair and then leaving soft kisses down the side of your neck… “w-wonyoung, what the fuck?! let me go! a-ah.. don’t…” squirming and resisting as much as you could but ofc crumbling down the moment wony’s kisses get stronger, sloppier, hungrier… completely being at her mercy eventually, moaning at every kiss she leaves on her skin as she always thought you should be… “mhm, all wet..” she whispers in your ear while she felt up your pussy through your soaked panties :((

“a-aahn..! sto—wait, they’ll hear us…”

“good. i want them to.”

holding onto wony’s wrist while she rubbed your clit harshly,, biting down on your lip but it wasn’t enough with the added pleasure of wonyoung’s breath in your ear 😣 “should’ve known this is what it would take for you to look at me… i would’ve fucked you earlier, unnie.” 🫠 her letting out a moan when she slipped two fingers inside you?? relishing in the feeling of your warmth and how tight you were,, you weren’t a virgin by any means but it still caught you off guard… having to clamp your hand around your mouth to muffle your moans,, but wony was quick to swat your hand away,, “bad unnie.” she said through gritted teeth 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the very obvious dilemma you were having with yourself was enjoyable to witness for wonyoung.. how you actively tried to resist her by your breathy “no”s and “stop”s, but would grind back against her and moan so loudly whenever her fingers hit your sweet spots 🫣 but when she notices that you were stopping yourself from cumming.. oh she got mad 😵‍💫 “still keeping the act, huh? fine then.” and she just starts fucking you harder from behind 🫠🫠 she was relentless—pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt and snapping her wrist when she hits that spot just to drive you insane, slapping your ass until it was red, leaving scratch marks on your waist... it was all very effective bcs she had you screaming immediately 😳

her ripping your pajama top off without a single care in the world,, “don’t give me that look, unnie. i’ll buy you a new one.” she jokes but not really—she can buy you a whole mall and you wouldn’t even have to ask! 🫣🫣 wony taking note of the way the sweetest, sluttiest sounds escaping your lips once her hand reaches your chest… once again being so turned on that she moans herself,, “you’re so shameless now… you love this, don’t you? you want our friends to know what exactly is being done to you, unnie, hm?” wony pinching your nipple to force you to moan loudly :(( even giggling a bit bcs she just found this so fun??

really, really talks you through when you’re close and cumming 😵‍💫😵‍💫 all up in your ear while she does all the right things to your body… bite marks and hickeys on your shoulder bcs she couldn’t resist.. holds your hips still with her free hand while she fucked you in that same merciless pace, only a lot more harder bcs wony absolutely needed to see you all broken up for her 🫢

“come on, unnie… you’ll cum for me, won’t you?”

“yes, yes…! show them, let them hear you, unnie…”

“fuck, good girl…”

omgjdhchjs she nearly came with you with how horny she was watching you fall apart on her hand… the sight of your juices dripping down your legs and pooling at your feet made wony want to fuck you right there all over again but she had to suffice with licking your cum off her fingers for now 🤭 but wony barely letting you come back to your senses when she just leaves you in that room with nothing but a side glance bcs she’s just that bitchy??? leaving you to clean up your own mess, grab a spare shirt from your friend’s closet, and forcing yourself to show your face to everybody after all of that… dare wony say that your red eyes and flushed cheeks were more of a turn on that literally feeling your pussy clench around her fingers!!

but even if wonyoung treated you like filth.. she was still too pretty… so pretty that you don’t bother to do any resisting when she sneaks into your futon super late in the night, ready to make you see the stars all over again 🫣

[wonysugar]

https://x.com/luvwy04/status/1772133576533815443?s=46

OMG DID U SEE THIS? ITS GIVING SUGAR MOMMY VIBES

NOW WAIT CAUSE WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS BEFOREE??:&4&2’

she’s RICH. like i’m talking LOADEDD, it’s only natural she would wanna spend all of her money on her adorable girlfriend, even if you feel incredibly shy when it comes to anything financial. it’s her love language, she can’t help it aheheheh

“heyy wony i didn’t expect you to stop b— what is that.”

“it’s a cute little bag i saw while shopping!” and she’s smiling so innocently, “it reminded me of you, so i got it. do you like it?”

already aware of her compulsive buying tendencies, (and having acknowledged the very flamboyant, very visible chanel logo on the bag) you automatically ask, “wonyoung.. i love it i really do but— please.. how much was that..”

she stands there, trying to recall the estimate amount she spent on it (since she doesn’t even look at the pricetag before buying something lawl). “hm. around 5k i think? i would’ve gotten you something more expensive, but it was just so cute—“

“you spent five thousand dollars on me????”

oh please save me sugarmommy!wony i’m giggling… the way she would call her driver mid-date for you just so she can take you out to dinner in some expensive ass 5 star restaurant?? IT SOUNDS SO SPECIFIC BUT BARE WITH MEE

“i’m a bit hungry, aren’t you?” you asked, walking in the streets of downtown, holding onto her arm. “i know this burger place not far from here, we could g— wonyoung?” you ask.

“huh? oh sorry, i was just calling my driver to come get us.”

“isn’t he on break— why are you even calling him?”

and she looks at you puzzled, “??i thought you were hungry? also i’ll just pay him extra, his break can wait..”

“yeahh…? and where exactly are you planning to take us?”

her expression changes to a warm smile, “oh not that far.. do you remember that one restaurant i brought you to on our first date?”

you’re practically screaming at this point, “???the one that charged you 300 dollars for each of our meals???”

also kinda completely unrelated not really BUTTTT…. she’d buy you certain articles of clothing just because she thinks it looks good enough to rip it off of you later.. AHEHEH

heavy on lingerie btw. she’ll DRAGGG you to a random victoria’s secret just so you can try on the ones you think look nice! her evaluation criteria; ‘hmmm that one has free space on the sides so like if my calculations are correct i SHOULD be able to settle my hands on there and rip it off if i want to—‘

plus, who cares if she actually rips the lingerie apart? she can always buy you new ones :]

do i need her? yes. yes i do.

[douqhnxtss]

✧ 짱원영¡ 아이브!

✦popular! bestfriend! wonyoung! headcanons

✧˖°. cw! unrequited love (for wony)

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popular!bsf!wonyoung who sees you crush on playgirls who'll only break you heart and tries to advise you to not get close to them.

popular!bsf!wonyoung who holds you close and whispers soft n sweet words as you cry in her embrace after getting your heart broken into two, poor baby :(

popular!bsf!wonyoung trying her best to not her feelings for you show but it gets hard when you introduce a new girl to her.

popular!bsf!wonyoung dying inside seeing you get closer and closer to the new girl and soon start referring to her as your other bsf.

popular!bsf!wonyoung getting super jealous when you tell her about the slowly developing crush you have on the new girl.

popular!bsf!wonyoung who gets everyone's attention as the campus it girl and girl crush but never gets it from the only person she wants, you.

popular!bsf!wonyoung who is envious of the new girl who is now your girlfriend and wishes it were to be her in the new girl's position.

popular!bsf!wonyoung who just realized she has no right to feel any jealousy or envy; you were never hers to begin with.

ᯓ✦ I-V-Eis6 (m.list)

|| universe!

[huellitaa]

"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out

[afoggymirror]

(same anon who complimented ur annyeongz fic) im so glad that you wrote and published it as it is!! ive been a fan of them since izone days and keep up with ive quite a bit and i think you got the dynamic perfectly. i am curious however…if you wrote them as ABO which would both of them be?

i await with bated breath any new fics that you publish…or an update to devotion…stay well.

Well you stay even better!! (づ ˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶)づ♡ hope you have a wonderful week~

More devotion is soon! Next chapter is half done, and I'll probably be faster about posting the ones after that too, because some of them are done but I changed the order because I'm messy lol

(dog cock brain rot after cut)

Ok so Wony is obviously an alpha, but like a really discreet alpha. She's always well put together and she isn't known to lose control of herself in any way. like she wouldn't just say this because she doesn't want to be rude, but everyone can tell she lowkey hates sloppier, more aggressive alpha behavior, she's always bickering with Rei for stinking the room and leaving a mess. She & Yujin bonded in high school so neither has a lot of experience with other people, but she's identified what makes Yujin tick and perfected the art. Her ruts aren't particularly strong, so when Yujin gets desperate she loves prolonging homegirl's suffering for as long as possible. Yujin is so malleable and loves her so much, she would absolutely let Wony drive her insane with heat, purely for entertainment. At one point though (and Wony would only ever let Yujin see her like this) she would also allow herself to feel needy, and give Yujin what she wanted. at that moment, sometimes, she would also get a little carried away, and just scratch the shit out of Yujin's back, and Yujin would make fun of her for it afterwards but never in front of anyone else who didn't know that side of Wony

Yujin is the opposite: she's an omega, but she masks her scent well and she's very outgoing, so you wouldn't normally guess. in fact, and she would never admit this, she's a little self-conscious about being an omega, which sometimes came out in her being a little confrontational with people. All in good fun though, she never has fights or drama with anyone, which tends to make people charmed, and a little confused about her. She only has eyes for Wony though, she's her best friend and the love of her life and she worships her, she doesn't know if Twilight-type imprinting is a real thing but if it is she feels it for Wony. She gets completely nervous and giddy and silly next to her, and since they bonded her heats have been unbearable. All this makes her really self-conscious at times, and more than once she tried to pretend everything was fine when really she was ungodly needy. Wony knows that Yujin has a shy side though, and knows how to bring it out of her, which at the time feels like torture, but in the long run she knows it's just what she needs. Also she doesn't mind a little torture if Wony is entertained

Also Wony smells of very strong black tea but kind of distant like in a table across the room, and Yujin smells of breakfast food like pancakes but the kind that wouldn't feel too heavy to eat in the morning

[bloomzone]

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[maxiglow]

[2456788sworld]

The It-Girl Blueprint: Where to Put Your Energy :

An It-Girl doesn’t waste time overthinking, gossiping, or stressing about other people's actions or behaviour. She doesn’t entertain unnecessary thoughts or internal conflicts. An it-girl doesn't dwell on things that drain her. Instead, she detaches, refocuses, and puts all that energy into herself—her growth, her glow, her dream life.

Learning a new language

Crocheting

Reading (books, articles, etc.)

Learning sign language

Practicing Pilates, Yin Yoga, and workout

Writing a novel

Writing comics or short stories

DIY projects (decor, stationery, etc.)

Dancing or learning new choreography

Listening to pep talks and podcasts

Doing facial massages

Weekly exfoliation & masks

Staying hydrated

At-home spa days

Hair care routine

Nail care routine

Skin care routine

Tracking skincare progress

Start a blog and share your journey

Learning digital art and design

Drinking lemon water for skin clarity

Cleaning makeup brushes regularly

Applying SPF daily

Cleansing your skin twice a day

Learning video editing skills

Learning effective communication skills

Painting & sketching

Practicing meditation, mindfulness, and self-awareness

Making your favorite food and experimenting with new recipes

Learning attractive body language and self-presentation

Learning about fashion & finding your style

Diy candles

Planning ahead for studies and personal goals

Planning and preparing for exams in advance

Creating a schedule for consistent progress

Organizing and cleaning your desk

Experimenting with makeup and beauty routines

Learning photography

Exploring new music and creating playlists

Designing and organizing your personal planner

Taking nature walks

Trying out journaling

Making your personal playlist for different moods

Learning about astrology or spirituality

Doing vision board

Exploring aromatherapy and creating a calming space

Practicing gratitude journaling or affirmations

Creating a travel bucket list

Developing a signature fragrance

Growing your own mini garden

Trying out new hairstyles or hair experiments

Staying active with fitness routines

Mastering time management

Learning new skills online

Doing regular digital detoxes

And yet, there are so many more... the list goes on...

[dwaintydoll]

⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑐𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝑏𝑜𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝑜 𝘶𝘴𝘦 :

𝜗℘ ᶻ 𐰁 ⟢ ݂

ᨳິ † ♡ྀི ꒱

꒰ ౨ৎ .ᐟ .ᐣ ᡣ𐭩

[clementineinpieces]

[girlbossagenda]

stop worring about things you can't control, at the end of the day everything works out in your favor!

[pupyuj]

[cw: dubcon, manipulation, age gap (legal ofc?!), mommy kink, dacryphilia, bondage]

here i am again with another wony thought of mine 😭 i’ve been seeing a lot of wony asks from you guys so here’s something a lil extra on top of me working on the wony stuff ya’ll have been sending/have sent before :] this is a very specific scenario i hope you guys don’t mind LMAO

wony’s never beating the mommy’s girl allegations i fear!

ehehe heiress!wony with you as her mentor figure :(( you’re one of her rich grandfather’s closest associates and since the man’s company was going to get hand over to her soon, it only made sense for the old man to put someone closer to her age as her mentor 😚 but you were still way older, way more mature—and not only was your position intimidating but also the way you carried yourself inside your job and also outside of it simply made you irresistible to wonyoung… so irresistible that she doesn’t say anything when one day, you put your hand on her thigh while you were teaching her your ‘ways’… and it all starts from there really 😋

she would literally do anything for you once everything was said and done and you’ve got her wrapped around your fingers :(( don’t wear anything underneath her little skirt for easy access? yes, mommy. wear whatever outfit you want her to wear for that day? yes, mommy. carry a vibrator inside her cunt and keep up the ‘good girl’ act no matter how good or bad it feels? yes, mommy. talk properly on the phone while you’re pleasuring her sensitive little clit? yes, mommy.

ah, speaking of “mommy”… it’s like she doesn’t even know your name anymore! pretty thing learned fast… you were fucking her on her bed one day—her laptop and all her paperwork pushed aside haphazardly—and she saw how a sick smile formed on your face when she let “mommy” slip out and ever since then it’s all she called you bcs you loved it… what a good girl 🥺 and wony knows better than to speak long conversations with you in public bcs if a single person in the company even hears her say “mommy” there were going to be a lot of questions… and she knows you had enough on your plate! also loves quickies in a bathroom or a small meeting room bcs she just repeatedly whispers “mommy, mommy!” in your ear and you fuck her so much better each time…

oh you’d just love pushing wony to tears, either by edging her or overstimming her… binding her hands with cuffs or some pretty silk restraints above her head and watching her struggle and cry while you fucked her from behind :(( baby’s big on begging… shaking her head profusely when she thinks she’s had enough, “no! nonono, please, mommy…!” and really, you should feel bad for treating her like a whore but it was her fault! she embarrassed you by failing to impress some colleagues of yours… this was her punishment and she has no choice but to accept it :(( “please, mommy, i’ll be good..! i’ll be a good girl, just—ah!—stop, please…” she’s so desperate since she already came so much but :(( she looks so pretty crying! with her little pout and the tears that fell like a waterfall whenever she squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed… how could you not fuck her the entire night??

you still treat her like royalty, however… she is jang wonyoung after all—it’s what she deserves! singing praises in her ear when you noticed how well she was handling all her work as the soon-to-be president of her grandpa’s company, making sure that she’s all comfortable on your lap while she’s working and pleasuring her gently to ease all her pressure… her reward for doing so well after a long day of work? well, a warm bath and some good ass shower sex ofc! 🫣🫣 only giving wony kisses and a little tease by softly massaging her pretty tits but then as soon as you get to the shower, she’s all marked up and she’s screaming “mommy!” (again) while you fuck her so good against the wall…

now neither of you would even bother getting dressed during nights like those! sitting on wony’s bed with her in between your legs while a movie played on the ridiculously huge tv she had in her room… not like you were paying attention anyway. you’d be peppering wony’s neck with kisses while she giggles.. but as soon as one of your hands sneak in between her legs, wony knows it was going to be another long night with her favourite mommy 🫣💓

[thediaryblog]

motivation the key ⊹ ࣪ ˖

to success in life 𓍯𓂃

[sserasin]

cw nsfw under the cut, stepcest, oral (fem r. receiving), fingering, manipulation, light humiliation ??

step-sis!wonyoung who ruins all ur relationships just so she can ‘comfort’ u by giving u orgasm after orgasm, reassuring u that its ok bc ur not really related. shes just helping her new sis out, girls gotta stick together, right?

“he doesn’t deserve you,” wonyoung presses the palm of her hand on the bottom half of your stomach, forcing you to stop jerking around. she lowers her head down and presses a quick peck to your clit, your hips jerking up. she shook her head with a small smile that you were able to feel, sighing lightly and speaking into your pussy, “i bet he couldn’t get you to orgasm most of the time, huh?” her voice is airy, cooing at you.

when you shyly shake your head, hand pressed over your mouth and peeking down at her, she smiles. “i know.” of course she knew, she had heard your ‘moans’. that wasn’t what you sounded like when you came. she would know, after all. “don’t worry, baby, sissy’s here to help…”

you let out a small whine at ‘sissy’, tears brimming in your eyes as she gives a harsh suck to your clit, “it’s ok, baby,” she murmurs, “we’re not actually related, so it’s fine.”

she doesn’t give you a chance to say anything else, latching onto your clit and moving her head side to side. “ah, ah, ah!” high pitched moans left your mouth, her short nails pressing down into your skin.

her tongue slides down, dipping her tongue in your hole for a quick taste before your thighs shut around her head. she pulls back, lips shiny with your slick and begging to be kissed, “this is how you should treat a girl,” she hums, pressing kisses on your thighs. “and i think you’ll find that a girl knows how to treat another girl correctly,” she shrugs, hand going down to hold one of your thighs and the other to your core.

wonyoung’s finger circles your clit lightly, glancing up at you teasingly and watching your reaction as she inserts the first finger. your shocked gasp turns into a moan, mouth forming an ‘o’ as your hands clench at the sheets. she has a hard time preventing moaning herself, your walls tight and wet around her fingers.

“i-i don’t think this is a good idea,” you shakily say, the sense of shame overwhelming you.

“you always say that,” wonyoung rolls her eyes, pumping her finger in and out slowly. “yet here you are, under me for the millionth time. you want me to show you how it feels, don’t you?” you don’t answer, feeling your face get even hotter than it already was.

“it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed, baby. i just wanna help and make you feel good,” she giggles, inserting another finger without warning. the added sensation makes you moan out again with your walls clenching around her fingers. your hand clamps over your mouth for the second time, partially hiding your expressions. she catches your wrist in her hand, guiding your hand back down to the back of her head. “no one’s home but me and you, you can be as loud as you want.” you blink, tearing your eyes away from hers to look at the ceiling. was this really about to happen, again?

yes, it was.

pleasure took over the shame as her fingers quicken their pace, curling up to touch that all too familiar spot. her head lowers down and latches onto your clit. she sucks harshly, saying “just take what you want,” before beginning to fuck you with her tongue.

your hips twist up into the air, your hand grabbing hold of her hair and forcing her face further into your pussy. she moans at the harsh grip, adding a third finger and slamming into your walls repeatedly.

a familiar sensation begins to build up in your stomach, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel wonyoung’s nose hitting your clit, adding to the stimulation.

“ah, wony- i’m, i’m-” you gasp out, loud whimpers leaving your mouth as you get close to your orgasm. a tear slips from your eye at how overwhelming the good feeling was as wonyoung’s fingers press at that certain spot as her tongue laps at you.

she hums into you, enough to send you over the edge at the vibration. your hips stutter as she continues working you through your orgasm, fingers nor tongue never letting up until you whine in pain and push her head away from you before twisting your hips away from her fingers.

wonyoung giggles at your flushed expression, chest heaving up and down. her fingers slowly leave your heat and when she pulls herself up a little bit, you can see her hands and face covered in your essence. your cheeks burn as she holds her fingers out to you and you open your mouth slightly, but it’s enough for her to slide her fingers in your mouth.

you lap around her fingers, tasting yourself on her fingers and you can’t deny how unbelievably hot it is. how hot she is. there’s a reason you always end up letting her get her way. when you’re done, she immediately takes her fingers out and kisses you, pressing her chest to yours.

your back arches up into her before she pulls away, eyes gleaming down wickedly at you, “want to see what else i can do better, hm?”

you don’t have any shame when you nod eagerly.

[huellitaa]

girl exorcism ⊹˚. ♡

cuz sometimes we all get a little off track and need to wake the fuck up again !!! 🫶🩷

──★ ˙ ̟🐰 physical! 🎀

have an everything shower

do ur whole skincare routine

brush ur teeth, floss, dental care

arrange a new workout routine

dance, pilates, exercise, move around

go on a walk and thrive in nature like a plant or a tree

find and try out some new cute hairstyles

pamper urself! face masks, spa day, etc.

get ur beauty sleep

change your bedsheets and pillowcases

clean your makeup brushes

go through all haircare, skincare, makeup, etc. products

organise and donate or throw out all of the clothes you don't wear or don't make you feel like your own dream girl

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 mental! 🧸

write down all your thoughts. every one.

write down all the problems in your life right now

have a mental breakdown over something tiny and let all ur emotions out by bursting into tears

write down what you want and go over your dreams and goals

read over or write out your highest self and everything about them

analyse your mindset at the moment

write what limiting beliefs you have

remember and remind yourself of your "why", keep it somewhere you can see

write down all your bad habits

write down some new habits to counteract them, become your best self and to work towards the future

vaunt and go on a huuuge rant to urself about how beautiful and perfect and amazing you are bc you literally are <3

──★ ˙ ̟💬 personal! 🎀

sweep your room

open the curtains

wipe down all your mirrors

dust down all surfaces

go through all ur clothes and chuck out or donate ones you don't wear

clean out under your bed !!!!!!!!

rearrange your shelves

get some new posters & wall prints

go through all of the books, movies, series, content you're consuming right now and choose new ones that align with ur highest self

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 digital! 🎧

go through ur following on every platform and delete everyone that makes you feel even remotely negative

uninstall a bunch of apps you don't need

install useful, helpful, purposeful apps

go on the hunt for accounts that make you laugh, happy, or confident

redecorate your home page

revamp your social medias (pinterest, tumblr, instagram, etc)

go through all your playlists and reorganise your music

delete all depressing songs and media

go through your contacts, rename, delete, etc

[chrissssssmut]

An outbreak occurs worldwide, reader prepared for it, he was a survivalist fond of preparing for apocalyptic scenarios, a young ex-military man, bitter, paranoid, while others live their normal lives without noticing the patterns of an impending crisis, he was preparing himself, his move to a small town that only a few people, while the majority would try to make a life in the city, lucky for him they were people with a sense of collective and had a sense of survival, anyway, he bought stocks of toilet paper for his stocks, made his preparations in plastic bottles and preserves, had modest plantations (so as not to attract attention, until he surrounded the city) had animals for breeding, mainly rabbits, (other animals were hidden) so as not to attract the attention of the military when they passed by (the others were in hiding), he is also a skilled mechanic and electrician who knows how to fix cars and create things with scraps and spare parts, the scrapyard was his shopping mall, he kept any screws in his jars in the workshop. He also had stocks of medicines, equipment that he bought hidden (which would be the envy of a service station) and knowledge of alternative medicine, that is, how to use nature to your advantage, which plant was good for burners, for example. He had weapons too, an arsenal hidden in his bunker which was below the basement which was a cellar, due to his paranoia he had weapons hidden in the back fake ones in drawers and behind cabinets and pictures.

He only had himself, until a group of girls showed up. Jennie, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin, Liz, Winter and Karina.

APOCALYPSE'S DESIRE (Part 1)

Smut story

Jennie, Lisa, Rose, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin ,Liz, Winter and Karina x Male Reader

AN: Super love writing this story! I promise I'll give the other girls more action for part 2! Enjoy this part 1 for now! Much love to all of you for the support!♥️

You had always known the world would end with a whisper, not a bang.

The signs were there.

Gas prices didn’t spike overnight—they crept. Cities didn’t crumble from war—they rotted from the inside. Political figures started disappearing from press briefings. The water in your tap started tasting metallic. Even the animals moved differently.

While the world scrolled, laughed, danced in their neon-lit apartments for followers and likes, you were drilling water filters into old wine barrels. Burying medicine under fake garden beds. Logging ammo count in a stained notebook beside your solar rig.

When the blackout started, you were already stocked with enough toilet paper and canned beans to survive three winters. When the first wave of “the sickness�� hit, you were 200 miles from the nearest city, your land surrounded by woods, fences, and warning signs.

You lived in the basement.

No—beneath the basement.

No windows, no sound. Just stone, ammo, the hum of the solar inverter, and the slow tick of your own heartbeat. You weren’t lonely. You were alive.

And then they showed up.

Knock knock knock.

You froze.

It wasn’t loud. Just… persistent. Too steady to be wind. Too clean to be an animal.

You grabbed the Glock from behind the pantry door—your third decoy weapon today—and stalked toward the cellar stairs.

Another knock. Louder now. You checked the camera feed.

Nine figures.

Thin. Dirty. One of them leaned against the wall like she might collapse. You zoomed in.

Young. Female. Late teens to mid-twenties. No visible weapons. No armor. No military cuts. Just scraps, hoodies, and tired eyes.

Still—could be bait.

You flicked the mic.

“You’ve got ten seconds to walk away. That’s more than most get.”

A voice answered. Steady, with a rasp.

“We’re not infected. We’re not raiders. We’re just trying to survive.”

A beat.

“Please.”

You let the silence stretch.

You didn’t trust the word please.

Five minutes later, you were outside, weapon in hand, standing behind the reinforced gate you’d welded from scrap and truck grills.

They stood in a loose huddle. Dirty, but not desperate. Not yet. One girl—tall, tan, sharp eyes—stood slightly ahead. Her lips were chapped, but her voice was cool.

“I’m Jennie. That’s Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo. The tall ones—Wonyoung and Yujin. The quiet ones—Liz, Winter, Karina. We’re not armed.”

“That’s your first mistake,” you said flatly.

Lisa, arms crossed, scoffed. “Or our only choice.”

You looked them over again. Jennie had military posture—not trained, but controlled. Jisoo had blood on her sleeve. Not hers. Rosé carried a worn med kit like it was gold. Wonyoung was watching your hands, not your face. Smart girl.

“Why here?” you asked.

“We saw smoke,” Karina said softly. “And rabbits.”

You cursed under your breath. You hadn’t hidden the traps well enough. You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“You come in, you follow my rules. You steal, lie, or touch my tools—you’re gone. No second warnings. You hear me?”

They nodded, a little too quickly.

“I don’t care who you were before,” you added. “Pop stars, influencers, fucking astronauts—I don’t do fame. I do survival. You eat what you grow. You work. You don’t make noise unless you want the wrong kind of people hearing.”

Jennie met your eyes.

“We understand.”

You paused, then buzzed the gate.

They walked in slowly, taking in the perimeter. You could see the flicker of calculation in their eyes—the coops, the hydro barrels, the silent wind turbine behind the barn. You watched their hunger. Not just for food. For safety. For order.

Winter knelt near a planter box. Her fingers brushed the leaves.

“Lemon balm,” she murmured. “Good for fever.”

You tilted your head.

“You know herbs?”

She nodded once. “My grandma taught me.”

You gestured toward the shed.

“I’ve got a drying rack. You’ll help stock the cellar.”

Her eyes widened just a little. It was the first hint of trust you allowed yourself.

That night, you ate rabbit stew around a salvaged heater.

Wonyoung sat cross-legged, poking the fire with a stick. Jisoo wrapped a shawl around Liz’s shoulders. Lisa cleaned a hunting knife she swore she found on the road. You didn’t believe her. You didn’t stop her.

They asked you questions.

About the traps. The water tank. The solar rig. They weren’t just making conversation—they were studying you.

“Why here?” Rosé asked quietly.

You didn’t look up.

“Why not.”

“No. I mean—why this town?”

You sighed.

“People don’t fight for small towns. They drain them. Forget them. And that’s what I wanted—to be forgotten.”

Jennie’s voice was low. “Not anymore.”

You finally looked at her.

“I’ll decide that.”

They stayed.

You watched them—how they moved, how they rationed. Karina repaired torn clothes like she’d done it for years. Yujin carried logs like they were feathers. Liz never complained, even when her hands blistered.

And slowly, you started locking the cellar door less often.

One night, Wonyoung knocked on your workshop door.

“Teach me to shoot.”

You didn’t answer. Just slid a pistol across the table.

She picked it up. Checked the chamber. Raised it.

“You’ve held one before.”

“My father was military.”

You hesitated.

“He didn’t make it.”

You watched her. She didn’t flinch.

“I’ll train you at sunrise,” you said.

Her eyes softened.

“Thanks... oppa.”

You almost smiled.

It was past midnight when you heard the faint creak of the cellar door.

Your hand slid toward the pistol under your cot out of habit—but the footsteps were light, careful. Not a threat. Not yet.

She didn’t say anything as she came down the old stone steps, barefoot, wrapped in the same faded hoodie she always wore at night. Jisoo’s eyes met yours across the dim space, candlelight flickering behind her like she’d stepped out of some old painting—dirt on her knees, a cut on her thigh from that last scouting run, still not stitched clean.

You didn’t say her name. Just stared.

She stepped closer.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.

You grunted. “Not my problem.”

She paused, then sat on the edge of the cot anyway. Brazen.

“...You watch all of us like we're ticking bombs. Like you’re waiting for one of us to break.” Her voice was soft, unblinking. “I think you’re scared of being needed.”

Your jaw flexed. “I’m not scared of shit.”

“No?” she leaned closer, her hand barely brushing the side of your leg. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”

You could smell her—smoke, soap, and something warm beneath it all. Something real.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you said, voice low.

Her fingers found your thigh. “I’m not playing.”

You grabbed her wrist—not rough, but firm. Testing. She didn’t pull away.

Her lips parted as you stood, towering over her. “You think I’m some soft-hearted fool who’ll fold because a pretty girl bats her lashes?”

Jisoo stood too, slowly, until her chest brushed yours. “No. I think you’re a man who’s been alone too long.”

Silence. Your hand slid down her side, under the hoodie, finding bare skin. You felt the shiver that ran through her.

“You want this?” you asked.

“Yes.” No hesitation. Just breathless need.

You didn’t kiss her first. You grabbed her. Hands in her hair, mouth on her throat, pushing her back until she hit the cellar wall with a soft gasp. She let you take control. She wanted it.

“Keep your voice down,” you growled against her neck. “Or you wake the whole damn camp.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Let them hear.”

You slid her hoodie off, exposing her bare chest to the cold air and your hungry hands. You kissed down her collarbone, teeth scraping skin, until she was shaking between your body and the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist like instinct.

Your belt hit the floor.

She moaned—quiet but desperate—as you pushed your cock inside her, raw and tight and perfect. The kind of fit that made you wonder if fate was cruel or kind.

She clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders. “God—been dreaming about this…”

You thrust deep, slow at first, savoring it. Every moan she swallowed for your sake, every roll of her hips, every muffled gasp—it was real. Like breathing for the first time in weeks.

And when she came—biting your shoulder to muffle the scream—you realized you hadn’t touched another human like this in years.

You came inside her, holding her tight, forehead against hers.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Then Jisoo whispered, “You’re not alone anymore.”

And for once—you didn’t argue.

You didn’t sleep much after that night with Jisoo.

Not because you regretted it—no, it was the opposite.

She made you feel something again, something terrifying and raw. After so long alone, her warmth lingered like a fever. Every time you closed your eyes, you could still feel her nails dragging down your back, her breath trembling against your skin, her words—you’re not alone anymore—echoing in your head like a promise you never asked for.

But reality didn’t slow down. The world outside your fences was still rotting, and the people depending on you still needed clean water, working generators, and bullets for the next time the roads brought trouble.

Jisoo didn’t push. She didn’t hover or cling. But you could feel her eyes on you when you walked past, lingering just a second too long. You didn’t know what to make of it yet.

Then the long-range run came up—fuel, batteries, meds. Jisoo volunteered to go. You didn't stop her. You didn’t even say goodbye.

Maybe she needed space.

Maybe you did, too.

Either way, when the truck rumbled down the gravel road and vanished into the trees, only a few stayed behind. And for the first time in weeks…

It started with silence.

Not the eerie, heavy kind—the rare kind. The kind of silence you earned.

Everyone else was gone—off on a long-range scavenging run. Jisoo had insisted on going this time, maybe to clear the air. Maybe to mark her place. You didn’t stop her. You just watched the truck vanish down the old highway, and turned back toward your workbench.

You needed it—silence, time, your hands in wire and grease.

Then you noticed her.

Lisa. Sitting on a crate in the corner of the shed, half-shadowed by stacked metal scraps, watching you work. Not moving. Just chewing gum and swinging one leg over the other.

“How long you gonna pretend you didn’t know I was here?” she asked, smirking.

You didn’t look up. “Since you sat your loud ass down.”

She laughed. “You think I’m loud?”

You turned the wrench harder than you had to. “Only when you want attention.”

“What if I do?” Her voice was slower now. Thicker.

You looked over your shoulder.

She was leaning back on her arms, legs spread just a little wider than needed, tank top barely holding onto one shoulder. You didn’t mean to stare—but she wanted you to.

“You watching me now, oppa?” she teased.

“You think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me for a week?” you snapped. “You think I didn’t see you watching when Jisoo snuck into the cellar?”

The smirk dropped—just a little.

But she didn’t back down.

“You want to know why I watched?” she said, standing slowly. “Because you looked… hungry. Like someone finally cut your chains loose.”

She walked toward you, boot heels hitting concrete.

“I want that too,” she said, eyes dark. “I want to see what you’re like when you stop holding back.”

You stepped forward. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Then burn me.”

You grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, slamming her back against the shed wall with a hard grunt. Tools rattled on the pegboard. The heat between you was instant, electric—your lips crashing against hers, teeth scraping, tongues fighting.

She kissed like she fought—fast, rough, cocky. But when your hands slid up her back under her shirt, she shivered. Vulnerable. Real.

“You wanted this,” you growled against her throat.

“I want you.” she hissed back, pulling your shirt off with shaking fingers. “Every dirty thought, every rough edge. All of it.”

You spun her around again—facing the wall this time. Bent her over the worktable. She gasped as you yanked her shorts down, your calloused hands grabbing the curve of her ass, your cock already hard and aching against her thigh.

“Tell me you want it,” you growled, positioning yourself behind her.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes hooded, lips parted.

“I need it.”

You pushed in, hard and deep, pulling a loud moan from her lips as her hands gripped the edge of the table.

The shed filled with heat and wet sounds—your hips slamming against hers, the scrape of metal tools, her breathy little whimpers with every thrust.

“Fuck—you’re big—so full—”

“Quiet,” you grunted, hand over her mouth as you thrust harder, deeper. “Or the birds’ll hear.”

But she liked being caught. Liked the idea of being used right here, where anyone could come back early. You could feel her clench tighter every time you whispered filth into her ear.

“You’re dripping,” you whispered. “Such a mess. You waited all this time, just to get bent over my worktable like a needy slut?”

She whimpered under your hand, nodding.

“Good girl.”

That broke her.

She came hard—legs trembling, body writhing under you—and the way she screamed into your hand made you lose control.

“F-fuck—! I-I’m cumming—so full, I can’t—” she sobbed into your palm, eyes rolling back as her walls clenched tight around you. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Your hand clamped tighter over her mouth.

“You’re taking it so well,” you growled, hips slamming deep. “Messy little thing. That what you wanted, huh? To be fucked dumb in my shed?”

She nodded frantically, drooling into your fingers, breath breaking in high, desperate whines.

“Mmhf—! G-God, you feel too good—fill me up, please—just give it to me—”

You buried yourself to the hilt and came with a guttural growl, spilling deep inside her as she sobbed through the overstimulation, body still twitching around your cock like she couldn’t let go.

After a long pause, you pulled out slowly. She slumped against the table, flushed and wrecked, shorts still around her ankles, a wild grin on her lips.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” she said breathlessly.

You zipped your pants. “Already did.”

She laughed. “Wonder how long I’ve got before Jisoo finds out.”

You didn’t answer.

But you both knew—it wouldn’t be long.

Lisa fell asleep curled against you, breath slow, skin flushed, thighs still twitching from how hard she came.

You didn’t stay long.

You covered her with an old army blanket, brushed the sweat-damp hair from her cheek, and left the shed before the sun could rise.

It wasn’t about regret.

It was about control.

Letting one girl in was already dangerous. Two? That was the start of something you couldn’t fix—a fracture in the fortress you’d spent years building.

You went straight to the workshop and stayed there until your hands bled from over-tightening screws and your ears rang from the grind of metal on metal.

Jisoo didn’t ask what you did that day. But she didn’t need to. She knew. Her eyes said enough when you passed her in the hallway, and the silence she left in her wake felt louder than a gunshot.

You thought maybe things would settle. That Lisa would move on. That Jisoo would calm down.

You were wrong.

It started with a glance.

You’d just finished repairing the solar panels when Jisoo cornered you outside the barn. She wasn’t loud about it. She never was.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” she said, brushing a speck of dust from your shirt. Her fingers lingered too long. “Is it the nightmares again?”

“I’m fine.”

She stepped closer. “You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You didn’t answer.

“You’ve been… distant. Since the others got back.” Her voice dropped. “Since Lisa.”

There it was.

Your jaw clenched. “You jealous?”

She smiled without warmth. “I’m reminding you what we have. Before someone else tries to rewrite it.”

You stared at her for a long moment. Then walked past.

She didn’t stop you.

But someone else was watching.

You found Wonyoung later—alone, sitting on the porch steps with her knees drawn to her chest, dark hair falling over one shoulder, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie.

“You always stomp off after a fight?” she asked, voice light.

“Wasn’t a fight.”

“Mm.” She glanced up, eyes unreadable. ���She’s scared. That you’ll stop needing her.”

You stiffened.

“That’s what you’re scared of too, isn’t it?” she added. “Needing someone. Letting them in.”

You sat beside her without thinking. She didn’t move away.

“You think you’ve got everyone figured out,” you muttered.

“No,” she said, tilting her head. “But I figured you out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re not nearly as cold as you want to be.” She smiled. “You let Lisa touch you. You let Jisoo see you. But me?” Her fingers brushed your wrist. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You’re seventeen.”

“I’m nineteen,” she said calmly. “Not a little girl. Not a fool either.”

You went still.

“Besides,” she whispered, voice brushing your ear like silk, “I don’t need to beg for you like the others.”

You turned to her slowly, eyes narrowed.

“Then what do you need?”

She leaned in, lips nearly grazing yours.

“I just need… five minutes alone with you.”

She pulled you by the hand.

Not to your cot. Not to the cellar.

To the storage room—locked, hidden behind the water barrels—where she knew no one would look. And when she closed the door behind you, she didn’t say a word.

She pushed you against the wall.

“You want me to beg?” she whispered, undoing her hoodie. “Or do you want me to earn it?”

You caught her wrist. “You think you’re in control?”

“No.” Her smile was pure mischief. “But I think you want to give it to me.”

She dropped to her knees like a dream—slow, reverent. Fingers tracing your waistband. She undid your belt with an infuriating calm, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“So tense,” she murmured, freeing your cock and stroking it slowly, deliberately. “So angry all the time. What would happen if you just… let go?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Not when her mouth wrapped around you—hot, wet, tongue teasing every inch like she studied you, like she knew what would break you.

“Fuck—” you hissed, grabbing her hair. “You’re a slut, you know that?”

She moaned around your cock, hands gripping your thighs, taking you deeper until you hit the back of her throat. No gag. No panic.

Just control.

And then she pulled off, saliva trailing from her lips, pupils blown wide.

“You gonna fuck me now?” she said softly. “Or are you scared I’ll ruin you too?”

That was the last straw.

You grabbed her, lifted her effortlessly, shoved her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist, panties already soaked, and when you sank into her, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

“Oh my god—” she gasped. “You feel—fuck—so big, it hurts—”

You didn’t stop.

You thrust into her hard, deep, the wall shaking with every motion, her back arching as her arms clung around your neck.

“Tell me how bad you wanted my cock,” you growled into her ear.

“I wanted it—since the first day—we walked in and I saw you—so angry, so lonely—”

You fucked her harder.

“You’re mine now,” you snarled.

“Yours—yours—fuck—I’m gonna cum—!”

She came with a cry, pussy clenching tight, milking you, dragging your orgasm out of you in violent, choking waves.

You filled her, holding her close as her body trembled in your arms, every gasp a whispered prayer.

When it was over, she kissed your jaw. Sweet. Innocent.

“She’s going to know,” you muttered.

“Let her,” Wonyoung whispered. “She’s not the only one who knows how to survive.”

The tension didn’t just appear overnight—it had been simmering for days, each small action, each glance, pulling taut the fragile threads between you and the others. But it all came to a head when the first rays of dawn broke through the cracked windows, lighting up the kitchen like the calm before a storm.

You’d just finished stacking firewood in the stove when you felt it. The shift in the air. The weight of silence breaking with every shift of a spoon, the scrape of chairs, the too-loud clatter of bowls and cups.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“So,” Lisa said, voice light, too light. “Anyone else notice how our fearless leader’s been... busy lately?”

Your hand froze on the kettle.

Across the table, Jisoo didn’t look up. Just kept stirring her oatmeal.

“Lisa,” Jennie murmured. A warning.

“What?” Lisa grinned. “It’s not a crime to relieve stress in the apocalypse, right?” She turned her gaze to you, smirking. “And damn, he’s got plenty to give.”

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She was sipping tea, legs crossed neatly, gaze fixed on the wall like none of this concerned her.

“You’re not funny,” Jisoo said quietly.

Lisa arched a brow. “Didn’t say I was trying to be.”

You stepped forward. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. You could feel the blood in the water now—something primal, unspoken, and about to turn violent.

“You’re not the only one who’s been around him,” Jisoo said, voice low and calm, but her knuckles were white around her spoon. “So maybe don’t act like he’s yours.”

Lisa blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “Me? You’re the one who’s been playing housewife. Like giving him a little sob story in the cellar makes him your man now.”

“At least I didn’t jump him in a damn shed like a stray cat in heat.”

That one hit.

Lisa stood. “Say that again.”

You stepped between them. “Both of you—stop. Right now.”

“Why?” Wonyoung said, finally looking up. Her voice was soft, almost amused. “Let them. Let them claw each other over a man who’s already bored of both.”

The room went still.

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “You want to add something, Wonyoung?”

“No,” Wonyoung said with a small smile. “I already had my turn.”

Lisa’s eyes shot to her. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” Wonyoung said, brushing nonexistent lint off her sleeve. “You thought you were the only one who knew how to be quiet?”

Jisoo stood now too.

“When?” she snapped. “When did you—”

“Storage room,” Wonyoung replied, still seated, still calm. “The night you left for the outpost.”

Lisa turned to you, blinking in disbelief. “You let her—her?”

You didn’t say anything.

Because the truth was: you did. And you didn’t regret it. Not in the moment.

But now?

Now it felt like lighting a match in a room soaked in gasoline.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jisoo whispered, eyes wet now. “You said you didn’t let people in.”

You met her eyes. “I didn’t mean for this—”

“You never mean anything, do you?” she bit out. “You just let things happen. Let people crawl into your bed and pretend they matter.”

The room was spinning now.

Winter and Karina had gone silent in the corner, both watching with wide eyes. Yujin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, lips tight, as if holding something in. Liz… Liz looked like she wanted to disappear.

“If this is how it’s going to be,” Jennie said suddenly, rising to her feet, “we need rules.”

Everyone turned to her.

“This isn't just about him anymore. It’s about all of us. About surviving. You really wanna let jealousy ruin the only safe place we’ve got left?”

She looked at you, eyes sharp.

“We’re not playing harem in the woods. So decide. Now.”

You swallowed hard.

Lisa was glaring at you like you betrayed her.

Jisoo was fighting tears.

Wonyoung? She just tilted her head, like she was curious to see what you’d say next.

And for a moment, you couldn’t speak.

Because you did want them. Maybe not all the same way. Maybe not equally. But they weren’t just tools or passengers.

They were yours now. In some impossible, irreversible way.

But how do you say that?

The air in the kitchen felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words and heated glares. You knew things had gone too far, but there was no easy way to patch this up—not anymore. Lisa's smirk was gone, replaced by a cold look in her eyes.

Jennie stood now, slowly, the tension tightening in her posture. She was quiet, but her presence was commanding.

“We need to set some ground rules,” Jennie said, voice low, but carrying. “Before this spirals any further.”

Jisoo, still standing by the window, crossed her arms. “And what? You think these ‘rules’ are going to fix things? You think we’re going to go back to being a team just like that?”

Her voice broke, just slightly, but enough for everyone to hear. It was raw. Vulnerable.

But Lisa jumped in before anyone could say anything.

“What are you going to do, Jisoo?” She tilted her head. “Gonna keep pretending you didn’t already make your move on him? You're no better than the rest of us.”

“I didn’t—" Jisoo began, but her voice faltered. "It’s not like that."

“It never is, is it?” Lisa interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jisoo’s face flushed with anger, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Wonyoung’s voice cut through the chaos, soft, almost like a whisper, but cutting.

“Enough.”

Everyone froze.

Wonyoung’s gaze swept over the group, calm but dangerous in its quiet authority. Her lips curved, almost imperceptibly, as if she were savoring the power she held in the silence.

“We’re all here because we need each other,” she continued, her eyes landing on you. “If we’re going to survive, we need to stop pretending it’s just about him.” She leaned back in her chair, her voice casual, but the weight of her words was unmistakable. “This is about trust. And right now, trust is... fragile.”

She turned her gaze toward Lisa, then to Jisoo. The others were silent, watching the battle unfold, as if they’d seen this coming, as if the tension between the three of you had been building for days.

“You’ve both been too focused on him,” Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with barely concealed amusement. “Fighting over scraps. But here's the truth: none of us are in control of anything anymore.” She let that sink in for a moment, before adding softly, “Including him.”

The room was heavy with silence. Then Jennie stepped forward, her gaze narrowing.

“What’s your point?” she asked, voice steady but sharp.

Wonyoung’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She was playing a different game—a game that was more dangerous than anyone realized. She wasn’t just speaking to the group. She was speaking to you.

“My point,” she said, her eyes flicking to you with a dangerous, knowing gleam, “is that he doesn’t want to be anyone’s prize. He’s been alone, surviving on his own for so long, and now you’re all trying to fit him into your little world.” She stood up, taking a step toward you, her voice dropping an octave, a little too intimate. “You’re just another thing to survive, aren’t you?”

You swallowed. The words hit deeper than you expected. Was she right?

“What if I don’t want to be part of anyone’s game?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She simply smiled, stepping closer to you. “You’re already in it, whether you like it or not.”

A tense silence filled the room before Karina spoke up, her voice surprisingly firm.

“We don’t have time for this,” she said, crossing her arms. “The world’s falling apart. We need to focus on what we’re here for—survival.”

But it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Wonyoung’s words were like poison, slowly creeping through the group, infecting everyone’s thoughts.

“You really think survival is the only thing that matters, Karina?” Wonyoung’s voice was silky, cold. “We’re here because we’re human. And that means we fight for more than just food and shelter. We fight for connection.”

Her gaze locked with yours again, a dangerous intensity in her eyes.

“And you,” she said softly, “you’re not just a survivor anymore. You’re part of us. Whether you want to be or not.”

The room was a powder keg, and you could feel it. The tension had reached its peak, and no one was backing down. The power dynamics were shifting—everyone was trying to stake their claim.

Wonyoung’s words were a reminder of how deep things were going. The way she looked at you—possessive, almost calculating—wasn't lost on anyone. Jisoo was still struggling with the jealousy bubbling inside her, but now, there was something else in her eyes too. Hurt. Vulnerability.

And Lisa?

She was watching, waiting for the next move, the next spark. Her frustration was palpable, but there was something else lurking behind her cool façade—desire.

This wasn’t over.