THE ENHYPEN HOST || 7

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 7

|| 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

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 in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 6

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 1

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex,

Jake and I spent long, long time together last night. I'm not sure how many times we did it, because sometimes, he didn't always come out of me before he started again, it became extremely natural after we showered together.

I can't deny that we had some pleasant moments, clearly, but I find it deeply wrong how keep thinking about it.

The way he sleeps is just perfect, to say more would be superfluous.

Jaeyun has gone out early, perhaps to meet up with that Kibum Jay mentioned last night, but once out of the room, I just look around. It is early, only eight, so I guess it might be nice of me to prepare breakfast.

Today I'll take care of cleaning the bathroom, but from what I witnessed yesterday with Jake, there's not much to do. These guys manage to get neat without too much mess, and it actually surprises me, I get the impression that they're not really like this normally.

I can't imagine an environment where more than three men live that isn't a mess, but these are gender biases, my bad.

When I reach the kitchen, still wearing the Jake's t-shirt, I find only two people in the kitchen, and honestly they are just the ones I would rather not have met alone. I could hear them giggling together from earlier.

They notice me right away, I see their eyes move quickly to my low-cut legs, then Sunghoon looks away as Heeseung looks at me surprised and amused.

"Did you sleep well?" The band ace asks.

"Where are the others?" I ask, nonchalantly.

Heeseung snorts pretending to be offended. "Everyone's gone out, even the owner of your t-shirt."

"Isn't it early?"

"Would 8 am be early?" Sunghoon asks incredulously.

I ignore him, will do so for the time being. "Did everyone have breakfast?"

"How nice - comments the other - she worries about us. Anyway Jay takes care of breakfast, however, I didn't get up in time."

That Heeseung was someone who likes to sleep a lot seemed clear to me, but who knows why Sunghoon is here? Surely he doesn't have something to do? That way I could try to get to know the third shift owner, maybe he's not so bad.

I thought that more before I saw him sneering at Sunghoon, who knows what for then.

"All right, then, I'll go." I reply, not knowing what to say during this long, awkward silence between us.

"Aren't you having breakfast?"

You make me laugh, Heeseung.

I definitely don't want to eat in the same place as Sunghoon, I'm not going to answer, that's why I have to avoid him -- I know very well that if he provoked me, I would give in right away.

"Not now." I smile forcibly, before turning away.

"Are you doing this because of me?" Sunghoon asks, in that deep, warm, sensual, silly voice of his.

I sneer, incredulous, glaring at him evilly. "No, I told you. My stomach clenches seeing such things."

"Says the half-naked girl in a house with seven men."

"Oh yeah? - I laugh, theatrically, but then I don't know what to say next, and I stand there several seconds staring with narrowed eyes at this idiot. - I didn't think you were so demure." I had to repeat the word several times, because I couldn't remember it in korean.

"Demure? Nah, I just like looking at beautiful things. You just take up space."

Heeseung surprised turns to his friend, then bursts out laughing. "But she's pretty, why do you say that?"

"You're a dumb too." Sighs Sunghoon.

Ah, so Heeseung really thinks I'm pretty? No, no, Amanda, don't trust that bewitching, glittering, blinding smirk, inside his eyes actually burning evil.

"You demanded your turn, though." I remind him, crossing my arms over my chest.

Heeseung covers his mouth as his eyes manifest his amusement. "How tense."

Sunghoon thins his beautiful big eyes, I left him dumbfounded for at least five seconds, plus Heeseung's joke. "It's dumb not to receive something he's entitled to. Besides, it seems fun to annoy you, doesn't it?" He asks.

"Ah, but then don't come out saying you're in love with me." I snort, confidently approaching the refrigerator to get a small bottle of water.

"The scenario you've been dreaming about every night since you arrived, right?"

"I guess fucking would serve you."

"Yah!" We shout in chorus, toward Heeseung, who dares to say such nonsense.

"You sound like a couple, how disgusting. No seriously, that's enough now."

A couple, me and Sunghoon? Ridiculous. Heeseung, this that you see between us is not sexual tension at all, its more a deep and sincere disdain for each other. I am absolutely convinced of that.

"I have to clear bath, use the others for now." I announce, starting toward the hallway again.

"Seriously, you should eat breakfast first." Reminds me Heeseung.

Spontaneously I turn away, but realizing I did it so quickly, I feel ashamed and turn around again. "No, it's okay, I never eat in the morning."

"Aish, it hurts you!" He says, like a concerned friend.

I smile amusedly, I don't know why but every second I spend in Heeseung's company increases my suspicion of him. He gives me the idea that he's a rather fake person, perhaps because our interactions have not been the happiest.

When I was just a fan, I had a completely different idea of him. In contrast, what I thought of Jay and Jake, we can consider sufficiently truthful. Of course, I did not imagine such a terrible personality of Sunghoon either, but that is another matter.

"What do you want to do today?" He asks me again, as if we had some kind of date.

I pretend to think about it for a few seconds. "Will you help me with the bathroom?"

"No way!" He mumbles.

Sunghoon smiles, making me a little strange.

"What would like to do? Don't you have appointments or..."

"Not today." He nods proudly, like a child.

"Dubt." Sunghoon says, in terrible english.

"I have a lot of games for the Play, do you want to see them?" He offers me all excitedly.

I am stunned at such a request, Sunghoon bursts out laughing, even.

"Did you think of anything else?" Heeseung asks, observing my all too clear expression.

"W-What? No, I mean, yes I want to see them. But then can I play? If not, I don't care."

This is the right way to go about things, Amanda, smile at life and it will smile back at you. I don't understand why it didn't work for the past 23 years, and I have no certainty that it will work in the future, but let's think positive - after all, this, a field trip kind of is.

"Do you like video games?" He asks me, with a genuinely interested look on his face.

I guess it's unfair to play like this when your interlocutor has no idea who you are, while you know much of his interests. However, your honor, I really like games.

After I moved to Bologna, kids my age continued to isolate me because of my south origins, it lasted for several years, not having an idyllic family situation I hid in the ludic competition. I had discovered some online games, such as League of Legends, and spent most of my money to buy whatever game piqued my curiosity, without considering those spent on skins... I don't regret anything.

My parents were well-off, and in that respect I can't complain, plus it was better for them that I just stayed in my room and played rather than bother them.

"Quite." I nod.

Sunghoon snorts wryly. "What, did you search on Internet to prepare for this question?"

"What games do you like?" Asks Heeseung, ignoring him.

"I'm master."

Heeseung's eyes literally sparkle as I say this, and it's adorable. "Really! And how do you play now?"

"I don't play." I reply with some obviousness.

"What?"

"I didn't bring my laptop, I didn't think I'd have time to use it - I explain, although in fact I was simply so flustered that I didn't think about it on the moment - do you want to see how a pro plays?"

"He met Faker." Sunghoon reminds me, getting up from the table.

"But Faker is a god, she is a normal person obviously disturbed to have made it to that level."

I feel like laughing, but I do it by covering my mouth: he's right, the guy is a god. "Actually LoL is disturbed."

"I am emerald! I can't get by cause I'm always busy!" He whines, please, you just stop being so cute.

"Maybe you're just noob."

"How can I be noob? I'm so strong, but you know, I'm a full-time idol..."

"Still noob." I confirm.

He opens his lips in surprise. "Yah! How dare you!"

"I'm off, see you later." I sigh, before drinking from my water bottle.

Heeseung calls me again before I can leave. "Do you want to go back to the apartment? Let's get your things."

I choke. The water goes down my throat and I cough so hard that some drops splash toward Sunghoon, why is he always in the way? He glares at me, moving away to avoid being hit by my saliva again.

"You idiots will get along - he says irritably, before approaching the hallway - you're alike."

"He's just saying that because you're pisses he off, sometimes he plays too." Heeseung explains.

I smile wearily. "I get it, I'll go clean up."

"You didn't answer." Reminds me the oldest of the boys.

I glance sidelong at Sunghoon, he's charging his cell phone on the kitchen counter from the outlet where the coffee machine is plugged, he hasn't left yet and I feel uncomfortable talking in front of him.

"Let's take the computer so we can play sometimes! - He means it, this guy who at first glance would really just look like a fool. - In the meantime, let's do shopping."

I'm surprised to hear him say that, judging by the way Sunghoon turns to Heeseung, he must be too. "You can't go to the supermarket."

"Yes, I can!" He whines whimsically.

"Are you stupid?"

"You went there too! I want to go!"

"Then go yourself!" He immediately replies.

I naturally break their lively exchange with a long sigh.

"The ramyeon can buy it by herself."

"But I want to choose the tastes!"

"Why are you justifying yourself to someone younger than you?" I ask, curious, turning to Heeseung.

He seems stricken in pride, but he does not give me the pleasure of confirmation because he smiles confidently shortly after. I cannot look directly at him when he does, so I am forced to lower my eyes.

"I'm not justifying myself, we're talking."

"Right, right." I nod, starting down the hallway again.

Sunghoon stands in front of me, preventing me from proceeding. "If you faint you'll say it's my fault, so eat."

On the contrary, I just can't avoid looking at him, even though there is perhaps more than six inches of difference between us. I feel tiny in front of him, I don't understand, it's like my head is spinning. I can smell him, I can smell that he has been wearing perfume since the morning, and this seems to completely intoxicate me, but positively.

I back away clutching my shoulders.

"I'm fine."

He doesn't answer right away, but then he sighs. "I'm serious."

I mumble incredulously, then quickly circumnavigate him. "Thanks, I'll go."

I rush into Jay's empty room and sigh worriedly. I said I hated him, and I was convinced I did, but I'm still not completely immune to his charms, I need to catch my breath.

I look around, everything is left as it was, I go to take off my shirt and change, I'm wearing plain stuff, but I like to be with my legs exposed and a loose shirt, so after carefully folding Jake's, clearly more emotionally valuable but also monetary, I go outside.

I plan to make it quick, but for good. Hygiene is important, given how many times I have used this bathroom before.

I wipe away every trace, I disinfect any surface we have come in contact with, I feel like a criminal but only because I am blaming myself.

Not because I have indulged myself so much as because I cannot erase from my mind the expression of pure pleasure from Jake's face. It seems to me something so precious that it's impossible for me not to want to appropriate it.

Clearly, these are just fantasies, I know, but it is hard not to be drawn into such a situation.

The house has all kinds of appliances, so after maniacally using the Dyson on the floor, I use the microfiber cloth to wash it. Eventually I am left with only the already clean towels to place under the sink, so I sit on the floor.

Who knows how long it took me, I don't think more than 30 minutes but I could be wrong.

I hear some footsteps coming from the hallway, they are slippers being dragged almost boredly, I don't recognize the walk but I'm pretty sure it's not Sunghoon's.

"Finished?" He asks, watching me from above, a Heeseung who can only be simply watched, silently even.

Amazed at such a vision about him, with his pink hair, wearing an oversized black t-shirt with white lettering, and black jeans that bandage his long, strangely full thighs, I can't help but stare at him. He's even wearing glasses, but how dare he?

After several seconds, realizing I cannot stay and stare at him, I cough clearing my throat. "Do you really want to go to the supermarket with me? But why?"

"Jay said you don't have a car and the credit card is not ready yet, so I should call a driver. Since this is my shift, and I don't have anything interesting to do, let's go together."

I don't know, I don't even smile, I simply nod but don't understand my own reaction. I'm sad about what, exactly?

"Then, I'll change." I say, closing the doors and taking one last quick look around, everything seems fine.

"In Jay's room?"

"You ask because you don't know?"

He doesn't answer right away, smiling goofily as usual. "Then, I'll wait for you."

I change quickly, lucky I took two showers last night, so no need to wash. I put on a red pleated skirt and a short, low-cut top, I'm really hot, wear a chocker to look a little alternative, and then partially tie up my hair, uncovering my face better. When I come out, Heeseung is standing in front of the entrance with his cell phone.

He lets me be the first one to pass and I find it gallant, although come to think of it Sunghoon did too and I found it rude.

"You really don't have anything to do?"

"Nothing interesting." He replies, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"And I'm interesting?"

"Definitely singular. - He says it quickly, smiling amusedly and serenely. - I didn't think there was such a thing."

"I guess it's because Niki is now of age." It comes out spontaneously, but then I turn in surprise to him, who strangely has no reaction.

He lets me go in first, again, I can't help but stare at him the whole time, so much, he doesn't give me a glance and I feel safe, in his shadow.

We get to the parking lot, surprise, he even opens the door for me and I find myself catapulted into another dimension, please stop, Heeseung.

This must be his "rizz."

"What music do you like?" He asks me, after he starts the engine.

"Not the one you like." I answer again too spontaneously.

He turns to me for a few seconds, completely offended. "Excuse me?"

"I read that you like The Weeknd, I can't stand it. It's a drag."

"Excuse me?!" He asks, even more upset.

At this point I can't help bursting out laughing, it's exactly how I expected he would react. My stomach hurts, I can't take it.

You obviously have fucking taste." He replies after not taking it at all personally, no…

"That's why I like you so much." I nod, wiping away my tears.

I don't know why, but I see him look at me and then turn away again, without saying a word, then sigh. "How many songs do you know of him?"

"A few, enough to let me know I don't like his genre."

Flabbergasted, Heeseung reaches for his cell phone and I become alarmed. "I'll let you hear now, talk later."

"Watch the road!"

"You put it on, then." He sighs, throwing his cell phone between my legs, since I can't catch it on the fly, I pick it up later, there is the Youtube Music page, despite having an Iphone.

I find it quite strange to hold Heeseung's phone in my hands, yet this is certainly not the most absurd thing, as I find myself looking at his perfect profile, he's facing the street. As I said, he's wearing eyeglasses, it is a light, thin frame that moves perfectly with his face, and they enrich it.

"Do you understand?" He calls me, after saying the name of the song.

I was so focused on him that I didn't even hear him. "E-Eh? I didn't understand the pronunciation." I make it up on the spot, going back to look at the phone screen, which, however, went off!

Heeseung repeats the title but also notices that I panicked, so I softly hand him the phone. "Sorry, I made him turn it off. Just put the code."

He grins smugly. "Ten zero four."

Wait? Did he just give me the code for his phone? Since he's going to change it right after that, why not just enter it himself? He didn't bother with the road before I said it.

Even stranger that the code is the date of my birthday. What an amazing coincidence.

"Why did you tell me that?" I ask, genuinely surprised.

"Because it's more convenient, no? And on the way back you can put it in the music."

All right, I think I understand Heeseung a little better. While he can't avoid hiding what he is in heart, he persists in treating me like a fan, he is attentive and thoughtful, he does trivial things that would nevertheless make any girl fall in love, it's his way of posing, but I have my doubts that he's really like that, inside.

The song starts and I turn out the window, I can see Seoul flowing before my eyes, yet my mind keeps looking for Heeseung's profile. Honestly, I am too tense to focus on the song, plus I think my senses, my tastes, are momentarily altered by his presence. I do not feel the usual revulsion for the xanadian artist.

Aware that I'm not at all clear-headed, I defer my considerations.

"Where are we going? And why are you dressed so well? Have you a mask?"

"In what order do you want me to answer?" He asks me.

I smile, hiding on the other side. "At your leisure."

"First let's go to the best ramen store in Seoul, then we might have lunch somewhere, then we'll go to your place and get the laptop."

"You have a pretty clear idea."

"The perfect date, right?"

I laugh, how could I not, "Maybe next life, Heeseung."

I hear him chuckle too, and I smile again, as if my heart has suddenly warmed up. "I am dressed so well because I always dress well."

"You'll attract attention."

"I would do it regardless because I'm tall."

"Why are you so sure you won't get paparazzi?"

"Because I know where I'm going, certainly not to an ordinary supermarket like Sunghoon. Besides, I'm wearing a mask, you worry too much."

"You literally have pink hair."

A moment of awkward silence intersperses our lively exchange of banter, then I hear him sigh.

"I hide them under my hat."

"And how do you hide your ears? They're pretty iconic."

He looks at me shocked again. "Would you stop?"

"What did I say? I think they're pretty. - I admit, without thinking much about what I'm saying. - If it were me seeing them, though, I would recognize you right away."

We enter a private parking lot before he answers me, after several seconds I realize that maybe he is ignoring me and maybe he has changed his mind about today's program. It's okay after all, even if he gets upset, I care about the band - being a fan. Seeing Heeseung with a girl around Seoul could be a blow to the fanbase.

"Do you find them pretty?" He asks me when is finished parking, unbuckling his seat belt.

I, confused, do the same. "Yeah, sure."

"Do you want to touch them?"

Gasp, jerking back on myself and backing toward the door with my shoulders, not sure why I reacted so animatedly. "W-What?"

He lowers his head in my direction, closing eyes. "If they're cute, touch them."

I admit it's a bit very awkward this situation, however, my hands reach toward him anyway. I can feel the cartilage between my fingertips as my fingers tremble like after thirty coffees, I like this feeling so I don't realize I'm continuing to do this, it's like petting a puppy.

When I next realize he's about to start laughing, I pull away abruptly, upset.

"Do you have heartbeat?"

Clearly.

"N-No."

"You do." He gets back up, quickly adjusting his hair.

I can't retort, I don't have the guts, so I go to open the door but see him grab my wrist, I paralyze. "W-What?"

"Can't you see?" He points with his gaze at some ladies who are passing by the car. I meanwhile have lost about ten years of life.

I know, I know, it's strange for me to be surprised after all that's happened, but still it's another person, a person who makes me feel particularly nervous, plus he's not even as nice as the others, so I'm in a strange and precarious situation.

"I told you didn't have to come."

"Jay's list is long. Could you have brought everything without a car?"

"You could have called a driver."

"What about the credit card?"

"You could have made a wire transfer."

"I don't trust you with my credentials, what if you're a hacker?"

Through it all, he still hasn't moved his hand, and I so motionless that I can't even turn to face him, I simply look out of the car, where the two well-dressed and groomed middle-aged ladies linger looking at the car through the tinted windows. They are evidently commenting on it because it's expensive - sometimes koreans really can be like those in dramas.

I move my arm, he looks surprised.

I really feel like I should stay as far away from him as possible. The way he acts scares me, in a way, he seems completely fake.

"I told you I had nothing better to do."

"You could have stayed with Sunghoon, honestly you could have done ten other things."

"Aren't you glad I came for you?"

Again, the words hang in the air, though they seem to weigh quintals. I don't know what to say, I don't want to show too much vulnerability, but the vibration of his voice, his touch, his mere presence completely alert me. I am also full pervaded by his scent that has completely filled the car.

"I didn't say that, it's just that.. I don't see a single reason why you would make such a choice." I try to explain calmly.

He turns his strangely thoughtful gaze toward the ladies in front of the car, then sighs. "I have half idea, but it's just curiosity."

But what does that mean? What is he saying? Am I misunderstanding myself? Do you want to see that my korean is not so good, after all?

"Curious about what?"

"Never mind. - Sigh, looking at them impatiently, the ladies, who have decided to start converse right in front of the car. - Think of it as a gift from me."

"Would the gift be your company? - I ask wryly, using this time to observe his magnificent profile again. - I don't think they would recognize you anyway."

"I'm famous among milf, too." He nods with conviction.

I look up annoyed, I guess that's his real personality. Unlike Jake though, I don't find him cute at all, he creeps me out. In Jaeyun's eyes I saw insecurity, shyness, a certain need for approval, but if I look at Heeseung I see only a disproportionate ego and a lot of desire to slap him (in every sense you want to imagine it).

"So what do we do in the meantime?"

"We could kiss."

"What?!" I feel like screaming, to the point where maybe even the ladies can hear me since they look around surprised.

Heeseung curls the corners of his mouth before bursting into an irresistibly sensual laugh. "How can you react so timidly after what you did with the others?"

The saliva I was swallowing, perhaps desperately trying to lower my body temperature, goes down my throat and I start coughing on his dashboard, quite close to death. My vision is blurred and my throat has closed up, I want to strangle him right now, but I have to try to survive.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but he doesn't really seem to care.

I wipe away the tears as the coughing slowly subsides. "What did you expect me to answer?"

"Like. 'okay, let's start'."

He must be such an asshole after all.

"Okay, let's start." I say, laughing nervously as I look out the window at the car parked next to it.

Heeseung grabs my face with both hands forcing me to turn around. "Okay, let's do it."

What? My face goes up in flames, I feel like I'm not thinking straight anymore. He is staring at my lips with his beautiful bambi eyes, there is nothing innocent about it, it almost looks like a demon is holding me in hell to keep me from moving. The truth is that my body is not moving, but he is not applying any pressure. He has only brought our faces closer so that they are separated by very few inches.

When he bursts out laughing, I realize that he has been making fun of me, and I, like a fool, really believed it. When he pulls away, unable to hold back the laughter, I am paralyzed, unable to control my reactions at all. I am disappointed but also embarrassed.

I look away, putting myself back in my seat, stiffer. "You must be having a lot of fun."

"Indeed I am. By the way - he resumes speaking normally, as if he hadn't just broken my heart - did you like the song?"

"No." I say it without even thinking about it.

"I wonder if you would have responded like that if I had kissed you."

Should I get out of the car and chase these women away? I can't breathe, this car seems to get smaller and claustrophobic every second, Heeseung's constant giggling is getting on my nerves.

"I guessed you weren't a good person." I say, still tense.

"From what?"

"From the way you were snickering with Sunghoon."

Heeseung crosses his arms inside the back of his head, really relaxing. "We've been close from a while."

"He were close to Jake before, no?" I ask, reverting back to my old fan self for a moment.

He glances at me out of the corner of his eye, then back to the ladies in front of him. "How do you know?"

"During an interview - I remember that moment perfectly and it seems so strange to me now that I know Sunghoon's real personality, or what he shows anyway. - He said Jake was the member he was closest to."

"Amazing how things change, isn't it?"

"And why did they change? You seemed close, even though…"

"Even though?"

I let out a long sigh. "No, nothing."

"You grow, you change. Although have my doubts that those two will stay apart forever." He admits, surprisingly in confidence.

"Jake is too good to be with someone like him." I say instead, as if I've known them all my life.

"As a matter of fact… it's true. Do you have a soft spot for Jake?"

"A big soft spot." I answer, satisfied.

I have the impression that openly declaring my preference might annoy him, that's why I do it.

It's not even that far from reality.

"Change of plans - he announces, putting the belt back on and starting the car - let's go to your place for now."

"To get the pc?"

"Maybe get something else to wear too, I get the impression you only brought sloppy stuff."

What insight this guy has. I brought almost only clothes to stay at home or run errands, assuming I wouldn't need to take fancy or sexy stuff, in fact, the opposite. I didn't really think about it while it was the first thing to do!

"I don't have any japanese maid dress." I joked, nervous, putting the belt back on.

"Do you have any purple underwear?"

"What?"

"If you don't have a maid outfit, purple underwear is fine too."

Is he serious? The confidence with which he pronounces his nonsense really makes me want to throw him off some bridge.

"I'll wear Jake's t-shirt,woolen socks, and my ex's boxers that I use to sleep." I reply.

"Yah, you don't sleep in my bed in Jake's shirt."

"It's definitely cleaner than your whole room."

He seems annoyed by my saccharine tone; I couldn't be more pleased. I cross my arms over my chest, smiling smugly.

"Where is your apartment?"

Actually, being us now in Hongdae, a much more affordable neighborhood of Seoul frequented mainly by students, being there a major korean university, full of cultural centers, bars, clubs, we are quite close. It is precisely in this area that Ester and I have taken up residence.

I explain it to him, he understands absolutely nothing about it, so he orders me, literally, to put the street on Mappe. I don't have the strength to fight this war as well, so I simply do it.

"You can stop here." I say, when it is still a couple of meters to the entrance of the building.

Heeseung slows down and looks upward, then looks around. "There's no park here."

"Pull over somewhere, I won't be long."

"I'll go up with you."

"No."

My response is really quick, so quick as to be blatantly alarming. He turns toward me curiously, I desperately avoid his gaze for fear of betraying myself.

"Why not?"

"No need, I'll make it quick, really." My tone of voice is more docile, almost submissive, it's as if I'm trying to convince him.

He smiles. "No, I'm coming too. I want to see your room."

Absolutely not. He can't.

Searching for a park, I think well it's time to unbuckle my belt and search in a desperate attempt to get out and run in, before he can reach me, so as to erase any trace he doesn't have to end up before his eyes.

In my room there is too much information about my tastes, there are too many things an idol should not see from a fan. Therefore, the absolute mission is to escape.

It's not so easy, however, because Heeseung stops me from my arm, his long, strong fingers gripping it almost completely, preventing me from going outside. Then he presses the safety catch so that I cannot open the door again.

"What are you hiding?" He asks me, now obviously more curious than before.

Not only have I failed in my plan, but I've made the situation worse.

"There are girl things you shouldn't see."

"Why do I get the impression you are lying?"

"I'm not lying."

"Then I promise I won't be shocked."

"I don't trust your promises."

"It should surprise you just to hear them."

Seriously, I never assumed that he might want to come up to my house, that's why I was so calm with the idea of coming back for things, moreover accompanied by Heeseung who has the car. Seen from the outside, it looks like a win-win situation.

He puts on his mask, puts on his hat, after parking. We enter the building, immediately take the elevator, and all I do is think.

Thinking of a way: a way to solve.

I could hit him on the head and hope he loses consciousness, or accidentally lock him in the bathroom, but how do I convince him not to go into my room right away? Effectively, he doesn't know which is mine and which is Ester's.

By the way, Ester! I don't even know if she's at home, if she's with company, I'm literally bringing a guy, a famous one, into the house, without warning her.

I pick up my cell phone, call her, she answers quickly.

"Amanda! Did something happen?" She asks me, in Italian.

"Listen…are you home?"

"Huh? Yes, why?"

"I'm on my way up now…I have company…"

Ester says nothing for several seconds, as if she were organizing the little information I gave her.

"WITH WHO?!" She suddenly shouts, I am forced to pull the phone away.

"Your friend is a quiet one, isn't she?" Heeseung asks me, hearing her scream.

You wouldn't know it but…. "Yes, she is."

Surely she's not the type to go around saying she's met Enhypen or going to rat me out about my situation, however, I can't be completely sure, given how many times I've trusted the wrong people.

"He's actually at home - I suddenly say to the singer - just can't let you in."

"So what? She's not happy to see me?"

He's right, she would be very happy. "Amandaaa? - She calls me, from the phone, in a sweet, fake little voice. - Who is heee?"

"Listen, I need your help - I say, turning to her and away from Heeseung, who can't understand anyway since we are speaking in italian - I have to go to the room, alone, you must absolutely neutralize…. Heeseung."

Still silence, still long seconds of total absence of noise, then she bursts into a thunderous scream that can be heard even outside the apartment door, since we have reached the fourth floor by now.

"Are you kidding? I'm getting naked!"

I look annoyed at Heeseung, who understood perfectly that my friend was screaming for him, seeing how he snickers, then snort. "Do whatever you want while I go to the room. Anyway open up, I'm here."

Ester opens immediately, standing still in front of both of us for at least twenty seconds. She continues to stare open-mouthed at Heeseung, even though he is completely covered.

"Let us in…" I whisper, embarrassed.

Ester shifts like a robot, her soul has left her body. "P…P…Please…."

After entering, and looking around a bit, Heeseung removes the mask and I see Ester's eyes light up as if with divine light. I think she's about to cry and I can't blame her, after all she has no idea what it's actually like, but that wouldn't be like her, she's probably holding back her worst scream.

"P-Please I am E-Ester!" She says, taking a long bow as her voice escapes robotic.

Heeseung arranges his hair behind her forehead and then leans toward her, helping her up by holding her from the shoulders. "It's okay, there's no need to be so formal."

"Oh, my, god." My roommate tries to breathe.

I smile nervously, commenting in italian. "Did you see how bello (handsome) he's up close? Sickening."

"Bello?" Heeseung asks, catching this word, from the speech.

Ester looks at me, I look at her, let the plan begin. "Oh god! I'm such a big fan of yours, I never thought I could…. - she doesn't even make an effort to cry, but I know very well she's faking it, she's too adrenaline to start crying in such a situation, it's more natural for her to scream. - Oh my god, I can't believe it."

Heeseung smiles at her. "It's okay, it's okay. - He says, stroking her hair. - Do you want to take a picture?"

His voice is different he is kind, appearing dispassionate and sincere. It really gives me goosebumps, however, there is no better time than now to peel away, and so I do. I back away slowly, wait several seconds, until I reach the door to my room, enter in a millisecond ready to close the door behind me.

Oh no, again, again Heeseung's stupid shoe blocking the door.

"Do I look stupid to you?" He asks me, trying to peek inside.

I move frantically to prevent him from seeing even a glimmer of my room. "Go to your fan!"

"But you're my fan, aren't you?"

Oh no, Ester, what have you…done?

I see her peeking out behind Heeseung's back as he makes the gesture of prayer and forgiveness, what could she possibly have said to him in the half minute I used to reach my room?

I stare at him for long time, silent, not knowing what to say and so dazed that I no longer concentrate on forcing in the door, in fact he takes advantage of my stun to open it.

Oh no, oh no… OH NO.

He walks in like he's in some fantastic place, looks at the posters I've stuck all over the walls, and can't help smiling with great confidence.

"That's why you didn't want to…"

"It…was before I met you."

Basically, I have posters of all the members, it is true, however I have a few more of someone in particular, and they tend to be almost all on the headboard of the bed.

In the center of the composition is a giant Heeseung, surrounded largely by Jay and Jake, in contrast the other members are on all the other walls.

"Do all these posters of Jay really exist? Are they original?" He asks me, curious.

I face down. It was my fault, I know, I should have calculated it. "They are not all original, but they do exist." I answer under my breath, deeply and genuinely annoyed.

"Do you buy unofficial stuff? You don't, look…. but then mostly you choose Jay's stuff?"

I look at him, surprised. Is this really the first thing he asks me? Did Ester really say something strange? Why was she apologizing?

"I don't see the problem." I mutter.

"And why do you have so few posters of me on this wall?"

"There's a giant one."

What the fuck are you saying Amanda? Are you going against yourself?

Heeseung bursts out laughing, I pale.

"Your friend's bias is Jake and Jay, yours…is me?"

"No, I told you I don't have it."

"Ester said otherwise."

HOW COULD SHE THINK OF SAYING SUCH A THING? Okay, let's calm down, after all, it's nothing serious….

"It's things said like that, I also said I would like to marry Sunghoon and Sunoo."

"You don't have literal, giant posters of them, though." He says, reminding me of my own self-goal.

"Okay, you've seen my room, now get out, you'll make Ester happy-"

I don't have time to finish the sentence that the roommate opens my room door motioning me to reach her for a second. No, I can't leave Heeseung alone in my room, yet…. ah, whatever, the damage is done.

"What the fuck do you tell him it's my bias?"

"I did it for you, maybe he falls in love! You move and invite me to the wedding!"

"You betrayed me…" I say with an edge to my voice, as my eyes drain of their humanity.

"It's less absurd than what's going on - says she, who can't stop laughing - please, it's beautiful."

"He also has a gigantic ego."

"Anyone in his position would have that."

"That's not an excuse."

"Listen, I have to go to work - she explains, in fact, now that I notice, she is ready dressed - next time you have to bring Jay, or Jake, please! No but what am I saying, bring them all!"

"I'll try." I sigh.

Ester gives me a kiss on the forehead, then goes to my room: Heeseung, as I suspected, is looking at my albums, in the cabinet where they are displayed there are other things, like laminated photocards neatly placed in small frames, gadgets, there is even their lightstick. Do I look like some kind of saesaeng probably? Or I'm too old for this?

"See you soon Lee Heeseung." Ester says, bowing again.

The boy, however, approaches when she is up, he pulls her into a warm embrace that I witness in disbelief. "Call me Heeseung, we are friends now."

Ester is deceased, blatantly, not moving, not breathing, not seeing probably. Even Heeseung worries, seeing her paralyzed, I hit her on the back, not too hard but enough to bring her to senses.

"I'm leaving, yes. See you soon, He-Heeseung." She says, quickly, running out.

We remain alone, the awkwardness turn again. I know he's about to drop a few more bomb that I won't be able to handle, so I start to gather some stuff inside a backpack. I avoid his gaze but also dialogue; I don't know when and how this awkwardness will end, but I see it coming.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I don't."

"You keep denying it? - He laughs with relish, the bastard. - You definitely would have gotten a few more points if you had told me."

"I don't want your points."

"Apparently not."

I feel like shouting so loudly that I break his eardrums, ripping that smile off his face. I didn't think that the most irresistible thing in the world, to me, would also become the most irritating and unbearable thing. Even more than Sunghoon's entire person…. or not?

"Ah, I get it! - He exclaims, suddenly looking at me. - You didn't tell me so you could fuck them all."

"I can do that even if you're my bias - I reply quickly and recklessly, proudly - even if you're not!"

"You admitted it! Now I'm telling everyone!"

He says this by pulling out his cell phone, I don't know why but this upsets me. Does he really want to text everyone to tell them it's my bias? It's childish, absolutely ridiculous.

I have to stop him.

I snap up, try to take the phone from his hands but he only has to lift his arm to stop me. I'm not that short, but I can't even get close to his hand.

I try anyway, or rather, I try to make him bend his arm to take the phone, but what happens is simply that my breasts, covered by the top, slam against his broad chest. Through it all, he seems to stare smugly at my expression.

This is not good, Amanda. I freeze, turning back defeated; this contact has destabilized me.

"Why don't you want them to know?"

"Because…" I seem to answer in a rush, but the truth is I don't know how to continue the sentence.

Or rather, there is a reason why I don't want to, and his name is Jake. I absolutely do not want, for any reason in the world, for him to know such a thing. But I also don't want to admit it.

On second thought, I could always deny it….

Breaking these vaguely positive thoughts is the figure of Heeseung photographing the wall of my bed.

"Yah! Are you a child?!" I call back to him visibly angry.

"Come on, why can't I?"

"I don't want Jake to know."

I'm honest, I couldn't help it. He is surprised, but maybe not surprised enough, so he goes back to photographing the wall.

"I came good here, didn't I?"

"I got it for this."

"Jake came good in this photoshoot too, you should have taken his if you care so much what he thinks."

"You're a bully, I didn't expect that." I sigh, going back to sorting out my stuff.

Again, he probably don't care, and maybe they all do. What the fans think, remains only fantasies, the people we imagine behind the cameras are actually quite scary, as humans.

"I'm not a bully." He seems to continue my sigh, his voice is different again.

"It sounds like you are to me."

"It's not like I really did." He mumbles offended.

"Will you?"

"It bothers me that you want to know."

What kind of reasoning is that? Of course I want to know, the real dilemma is why should he be bothered by it? And why does he want to do it? Is it really worth it?

"Telling others would put me at a disadvantage, while for you it would just be a flex."

Heeseung looks at me, feeling his eyes on me. "Does your friend know that you slept with both of her biases?"

I roll my eyes in irritation. "Not both, but I'll tell her."

"Doesn't it bother her?"

"She knew why I was hired, there's nothing weird about it, and she's not so childish as to hold a grudge against me over something like that."

At my statement, the pink-haired boy remains staring at me.

"I thought it was even worse between girls."

"In the past, Ester, she also dated an ex of mine because she liked him aesthetically. Don't categorize us as if we were ordinary friends."

"And it didn't bother you?"

"Why should it? We weren't together anymore, plus we're very open-minded."

Heeseung strolls around the room, continuing to observe. "I wouldn't be able to."

"Because you consider people objects."

Perhaps I am too abrupt in saying this, but I am also too tired, too vulnerable, to try to protect myself.

"Don't girls like it? Feeling owned by their boyfriends."

"Only the most naive ones." I explain, getting up and grabbing my backpack.

"Are you done?"

"I have to get the PC from over there."

He follows me in silence, I pick up the charger, the headphones, the laptop.

"Do you have any ramen?"

"What?"

"Some ramen."

"I guess so, why?"

Heeseung stretches, looking satisfied. "Let's eat here."

"No way." I deny.

"But why!" He whines like a wayward child, stamping his feet.

"These are Ester's things, i don-"

"You pass boyfriends but you're afraid she'll get upset over a little ramen?"

Checkmate, Amanda, I guess.

"Isn't your house nicer? Why do you want to stay here? The air conditioning doesn't even work."

"No problem - he exults, taking off his shirt suddenly - all fixed!"

I try to shut my mouth relatively quickly, then turn around. "You're like a mental ill, aren't you?"

"What kind of ramen flavors do you have?"

Right, he's obsessed with ramen, I can't tell how many times he's mentioned it in less than half a day. Okay, fine, but he remains shirtless. Help?

"I just don't get it - I sigh, setting my bag on the floor and turning toward the doors to see what the house offers - what's so interesting about being here?"

"When you live here, you are a normal person. I want to see what you're like when you're normal."

My God, how? How can I not turn around to stay staring at him after hearing something like that? Shirtless, I still remember it, by the way. His expression seems sincere, for the first time, perhaps because he is not looking at my face and seems uncomfortable with his own statement.

"I found out you're in love with me, that's something I wouldn't have found out if I hadn't come to your house."

I laugh robotically, annoyed again. "In love with you? I find you slightly cuter at best."

"That's 50 percent of falling in love."

"Actually, if we're talking about beauty, I think Niki is the most handsome. - I start talking, as I search the counters for any kind of ramen to bring for him to choose from, I don't understand why Ester has them scattered all over the equipped wall. - Then there's definitely Jake, then Jay."

"You don't have a giant poster of them though, that means you liked more than just my looks."

Again, Amanda? Really, whose side are you on? You should just avoid the speech.

"The voice, I really like your voice. - I say offhand, although I'm not lying, I really love his voice. - You're talented and you've even taken care of some of my favorite songs, so…" I make an effort to get to the bottom of the door, to the top shelf, I know for a fact that there are more packages there.

Something hard, long and thin, rests on my back. Yah! What are you thinking about? I'm talking about his abs.

His abs?!

I don't understand what is going on, he is practically crushing me with his body against the kitchen counter. I realize only after a few seconds that he has picked up the packages for me, him reaching there without difficulty.

Still, since he has picked them up, why doesn't he move? I turned away convinced that he would take them off, but eventually I find myself two inches from his face again, and it's not that I don't want to, but I just can't look away from him.

His eyes turned back to my lips, the perfect curve of his nose, his naturally magentate lips….

"If you tell me what you like about me, I won't tell anyone." He whispers, looking into my eyes this time.

Impossible not to swallow, as my throat becomes more and more parched. "R-Really?"

"Really." He repeats in an even warmer voice.

Why does he have to be so close? Can't I explain it at a proper distance? It's not easy to think when in front of me are his shoulders, his collarbones, the muscles of his long neck pulled like violin strings, when in front of me is Lee Heeseung.

I boldly lift a finger to his face, touching the tip of his nose. "I like when eat naturally in front of the camera. - He was the one who first erased the distance between us, so why shouldn't I touch him? That's my right. - I like the fact that you take music seriously, I like any way you sing. There's nothing you can't do when you sing."

I move my finger along the curve of his nose, he is surprised but does not push me away.

"I've always been fascinated by naturally talented, brilliant people, and I saw that you were and you are meant to shine. - I continue, avoiding looking into his eyes but focusing on the various details of his face. - I like whatever you're wearing - I admit, laughing to myself for being so shallow right now, then move my fingertip over his Cupid's bow, moving it slowly over his lips. - I like the shape of your mouth, I like your smile."

It doesn't surprise me all that much that he hasn't interrupted me yet; after all, I'm practically singing his praises, anyone would want to hear them.

Moving my finger to lift my other hand, I take his glasses, barely slipping them off. "I like you when you don't wear glasses - I put them back on him - but I also love it when you wear them."

Even so, though, I start to become uneasy because of his silence. The fact that he looks at me so intently makes me think he feels pity for me, or something like that.

"I like listening to your voice - I say after all, removing both hands, - when I'm sad, I put on your covers because your voice automatically makes me smile. I realize it's silly, but that's simply how it is."

"Are you making this up?" That's the first thing he asks, suddenly staring at me seriously.

"Ask any other fan, they'll tell you the same thing."

"I'm asking you."

My heart beats in an abnormal way, if I'm on the verge of death I'm okay with it, it seems like a worthy ending for a life like mine.

How did I get lost in his big dark eyes? How did I get caught between his body and the counter?

"If I said yes, would you believe me?" I ask.

Heeseung seems about to answer, but then evidently changes his mind. He decides instead to kiss me - yes, you read right. He kisses me, cupping my face in his large hands and kissing me.

I am kissing Lee Heeseung.

It is a surrender from the very beginning.

His lips merge with mine not able to resist him anyway. He grabs me by the hips, lifting me up so that I sit on the counter, then goes back to holding me by the cheeks as he assaults me with his kisses. Not rough, like Jay's, nor sweet like Jake's, Heeseung's kisses are dirty, perverse.

He knows how to move his lips slowly as he plays with his off-white teeth, leaving me little bites that sting. His tongue seems to melt in my mouth, I love the way it swirls around mine.

"So we have a secret now." He says, after slowly pulling away from me.

"Really?" I ask again.

Heeseung grabs my cheek again, this time though, he uses his thumb to pull the corner of my mouth, then does the same with his other hand on the other side.

"Show me tongue." He's ordering me to, it's obvious.

I have no idea where my dignity has gone, but it probably went completely astray after the kiss. I do it, in front of him, but I can't look at him in the process, it's too embarrassing.

"You are obedient… with other as well?"

I don't answer; I don't have to.

He sneers. "Then you really are. Is it because you like fucking so much?"

But what does he do? Does he just start saying things like that like it's nothing? Although I could catch a better glimpse of his character, I didn't make him one for dirty language in bed.

"Answer. Do you like it, fucking?" He asks, leaving the corners of my mouth to grasp my tongue with his index finger and thumb.

I look at him, this time, he reciprocates. "I love it."

He opens his lips, almost not expecting it, then closes his eyes for a second, smiling contentedly.

"Who fucked you better between the two of them?"

Why does everything have to be a competition? I've been with different people who had different approaches, equally valid, I really don't want to answer that question.

I bite his fingers, forcing him to remove from my mouth. "Both of them."

Heeseung laughs. "You're lying again." He says this by taking the same fingers with which he has been holding my mouth as he licks them.

Okay, okay, let's calm down. I said let's calm down.

"Why don't you want to tell me? We would have another secret. Don't you want another secret to share with me?" He says this by pushing the two offending fingers back into my mouth, and it is spontaneous for me to let him do it.

My saliva is mixing with his and I don't feel the slightest disgust. Although I suppose I would have been more excited if I hadn't realized that the one in front of me is deranged.

"I don't think I should trust you."

"Then it's true that you are awake."

Yes, that's right. Say it louder!

"It doesn't matter, I already know what you would have said anyway. - He says, taking me in his arms like a princess, unexpectedly. - I'm sure it's Jay."

I swallow, upset. "Jake is good, too."

"But it was better with Jay, wasn't it? - He continues quietly, dropping me on the big couch in the living room, while up, from above, he starts unbuttoning his jeans. - You like him because he seems to care about you, besides the fact that you liked him before, right? Since you think he is sincere, you feel more attached to him."

I swallow again, he's bothering me again. "You don't know anything at all!"

"One thing I know - he smiles, looking at me as he slowly lowers his pants, enough to expose the lump hidden under his black underwear - after today, you will no longer have any doubts about who fucked you better."

If you start out with this premise, dear Heeseung, perhaps you have no idea how good your companions really are. I don't doubt that you may have your own style, but they were just too good.

"Aren't you going to undress?" He asks me, surprised.

"I'm waiting for you to do it." I answer boldly, but I should stop him instead. Why dont I stop him?

It amuses him, but he'd rather be the first to get comfortable. "That's fine with me, too."

He grabs me by the hips, forcing my back to him. I rest my palms on the back of the couch as I feel him lift the folds of my skirt and then rest his large palm on a buttock, I have a shiver running through me from the tips of my toes to the last millimeter of my hair.

"Wow, it's so round." He comments, kneading it.

"S-Stop it!" I stammer, like an idiot, completely embarrassed.

I don't understand how I can be so awkward around him, when last night I was practically about to attack Jake. Is the fact that I like both dominating and being dominated, or do I just not have a personality? The last one would explain a lot.

Or maybe, it depends on the person in front of me.

"Why? Are you not enjoying it? - He asks, leaning his 'presence' in between. - Yet your panties - says, slipping a finger between my skin and the thin fabric of my panties - are soaked, how embarrassing."

I can't take it, it's too embarrassing, I'm not used to hearing him talk like this, honestly. My muscles are trembling because of a strange adrenaline coursing through my veins, yet I feel helpless, I feel like I am from the start completely at the mercy of his desires, and since he doesn't inspire me any trust, this makes me apprehensive.

Slipping a finger in, I gasp.

"Come on, don't pretend." He tells me, in an amused tone.

I hold back yet another groan, playing his game, but feeling mortified soon after. "What?"

"You mean to tell me you moan like that for one finger? Then what are you going to do with two…" He says it, he does.

Then he starts moving his hand faster and faster. I can't help plugging my mouth, closing my eyes in fright. He goes fast and makes me gasp, but I don't want to do it, I don't want him to make fun of me, I don't understand what's happening to me. I cling to the couch as his beat has begun to go too fast for me to contain my breathing. I feel my fingernails scratching the faux leather of the sofa as my back arches more and more, facilitating his movement.

"Go…go…slower!" I try to say, between groans.

Laughing, behind my back, he laughs again. "Are you pretending to be shy? Then you'll make me angry…"

How does his voice, with such sweet notes, sound so warm at this moment? I want to make him angrier, I admit, but if I asked him to slow down it's because I really need to get used to this speed, to the thickness of his five fingers, which 'definitely' aren't but seem to be.

"Slower!" I say, before letting out a yelp that I stifle with both hands as he continues to increase his speed.

"Why? It's only three fingers."

Really? I turn around with difficulty, although I'm practically bent over in front of him, looking at him to make sure his expression isn't sarcastic as usual.

"Do you really think I'm using my whole hand?" He asks, pulling them out; they are all but thumb and little finger, and all three are completely covered with my humors. He shows it to me, and I feel really stupid.

Not because I thought it was the whole hand as much as because now he must surely be thinking that I did it on purpose, that I said it as a pretense, to pretend… better not say what. Why is doing it with him so degrading? And why, despite this, am I already enjoying it so much?

Meat is meat, but I'm not sure it's worth it with someone like him.

"Did I hurt you?" He then asks me, since I don't answer.

I sit in front of him, not sure I want to go on, despite everything. "You'd make fun of me anyway, if I said yes."

He is surprised, I see him lift his chin uneasily as he looks away in annoyance.

"Answer."

"No…" I lie, sighing wearily.

"Are you sure? - Don't act worried, Heeseung. - It seemed-"

"I'm fine - I nod, not sure why, but I don't feel like seeing him worried, even if it weren't true. - We can continue if you want-"

But what does he do? Does he kneel down? Why is his gaze so focused? It's as if my body is being x-rayed, I can't move because of the anesthesia Heeseung seems to have given me. I could never move, as he looks at me like that, so intensely, I have chills.

"Even though I hurt you, you couldn't wait to continue, right? - He asks me in a whisper, stroking my abdomen with a finger, while his lips graze my groin and my skirt partially covers his face. - I'll help you heal."

"N-No! - I say instinctively, grabbing his head, finally managing to make contact with his hair and getting stuck for a moment. There is not a single reason why I should stop him, so why am I doing this? - Wait."

He doesn't give a shit, evidently, since his tongue has already found my other lips, the lower ones. Oh my God, there is no way I'm going to repeat something like that ever again in my life.

What is happening? It's as if an angel with cotton candy hair is abruptly leading me to heaven. It's so beautiful that I can't think of anything else.

First hell, and now heaven.

"Oh my God." I say, in italian, sinking my fingers into his hair.

Of course, he can't answer, I just feel him pushing between my legs to make me open them further. Why is he so good? Why does he put so much effort into it, if he is not the one enjoying it? I assumed that, in my position, I was the one who had to put they in the effort, and that's all.

"Lee Heeseung!" I seem to call out to him, he raises his head curiously and alarmed, finding me with a distraught, distressed expression.

"Ah…do you want to get right to it?" He asks, as his lips move in contact with my skin.

No need to answer, I push him back against me, panting more confidently as he hastily leads me down the path of pleasure.

"Mamma mia…" I say, nonchalant.

"AH!" Shouts Ester, who I can see is standing exactly in front of us.

"AAAH!" I shout back, surprised.

"AH!" Heeseung also joins us, who foolishly grabs onto my skirt to cover his face better.

I burst out laughing, Ester doesn't dare. "Please pretend that-"

"Omo, did my career just end?" He mutters between my thighs.

"No!" Rushes at us confused Ester, who then backs away.

I push Heeseung away, but he doesn't foul this time either, making himself look very prepared. "Mia carra (my dear) - improvises a terrible italian. - Nothing happened." He attempts denial.

Ester keeps shaking her hands in front of chest to reassure him but the idiot panics. "I won't say anything, really, but is it my turn next?" The red-haired girl asks with natural spontaneity.

My jaw drops instantly, he smiles, what are you smiling at, you jerk?

"Anytime."

I let them flirt through as I adjust my clothes, what a situation.

"Rest assured, I'm not telling anyone seriously." She reassures him.

Heeseung looks at her for a few seconds in silence, he's thinking about something, then gives a big smile and goes back to pretending. "Thank you so much! Mia carrrra!"

"I just came back for the phone - she explains, visibly nervous and undecided about what where or when to look, often to all these things the answer is Heeseung's chest. - Please stop speaking italian, it's horrible."

"Yah! Are all foreign fans like you? I was making an effort."

"First - Ester says, taking her phone from the kitchen counter - call me noona, second…is that what you were talking about?" She asks me.

The giggle that escapes my lips sounds damn fake. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell lies, you can't - she advises, waving as she sets off - have fun. See you soon."

"I like her." He nods, saying it as soon as Ester has closed the door.

"I know, I'd like to be with her if I were a man."

"You could have any woman and you would choose your best friend?"

"What's that got to do with it? Are you stupid?"

We continue bickering for a few handfuls of seconds before his phone rings, interrupting the mood. I guess that's how it ends, but I can't say it went badly.

"What are you doing?" He asks, seeing me get up.

I look at him surprised. "Huh?"

"Are you done, by any chance? - He looks resentful. - Is everything okay since you're done?"

I cover my mouth as a soft laugh escapes naturally. "I'm sorry… do I look like I'm done?"

"Ah, aren't you finished?!" He continues, further outraged.

I pause to observe him for a few seconds, I don't know why but I get the impression that this reaction is genuine, and it's strange, because it's the first time I've sensed it really. He notices that I'm staring at him, but he doesn't say anything, on the contrary he shifts his gaze suddenly embarrassed.

"We should go home." I advise, as he re-buttons his tight jeans with obvious difficulty.

"It's okay, I don't care."

"Don't be like that, I'm pretty tired. Too many emotions today." I further explain, picking up two packets of my favorite ramen noodles to put on the stove.

"Shall we eat here?" He asks me though.

"Do you find it comfortable? We can do that."

Why am I acting like this? Why am I humoring him? Why do I seem to feel a protective desire toward him? I also feel that behind his goliardia is just a little boy, perhaps one too gifted to know how to handle. Despite this, I also get the impression that he might stab me at any time, in whatever sense you want to interpret it, once again.

"Which… - I see him approaching restlessly. - Which one are you cooking?"

"A rather spicy one, that should do." I say, without looking at him, too busy at the stove.

He sits on the stool at the kitchen island, leaning on his palms. "You know a lot about me, don't you?"

"I know a lot about all of you."

"But I bet you know more about me."

"You're wrong - I reply, turning away - I'm not that kind of fan."

"Why do you keep rejecting me? Yet I'm so nice to you. - He sighs and pouts. - Why are you mad at me, by any chance?"

"Because…"

You don't look real, get it?

I put some condiments on the table, fortunately Ester has become perfectly accustomed to korean cuisine, so I don't have any big problems. Having plated the ramen, Heeseung looks like a child looking around with natural curiosity, or like a wild animal observing its environment with natural fear: a deer, indeed.

"Aren't you going to answer?" He asks, although his gaze is completely focused on the bowl where I have collected all the ramen, which I place in the center of the surface, amidst the condiments.

"Why should I?" I feign mystery as I sit across from him.

"Thank you for the food!" He gives thanks, picking up his chopsticks and looking at the dishes in front of him with that splendid smile, despite the fact that they are objectively nothing much.

"Make yourself at home."

"I will."

The meal begins quietly, Heeseung is too focused on the food, me on him, who is awkward and spontaneous as he stuffs his mouth, who smiles sincerely when he has finished scooping a mouthful of ramen into his wide, lovely mouth.

"I like this brand, but I've eaten it a few times."

"How come?"

"This is a poor's brand."

Completely surprised by his statement, I stand still for a moment. "Oh yeah? I thought you liked the mini-market stuff." I explain, justifying my reaction.

Heeseung remains staring at me in silence, for the umpteenth time, I blatantly uncomfortable cough. "No, I like expensive brands."

"I should have guessed."

"When you try those kinds of products - he says, putting a pile of enoki mushrooms in my bowl - it's hard to go back to liking that stuff. - It makes sense, I realize, but I'm still confused that he would give me such thoughtfulness. - What are you thinking about? I don't like enoki mushrooms."

"Ah - I exclaim now with clearer ideas, picking up some of them - that's fine. I like them."

Lunch continues in a strange silence for a few seconds, then I see him pick up the bowl with both hands, to drink the broth. This spontaneously makes me smile, because it is very honest behavior, though not exactly approved by occidental etiquette.

"Glad the meal was to your liking, Lee Heeseung."

"Don't be so formal." He feigns shyness.

I smile again, unable to stop. "Do you want to eat this too?"

"No, if I get fat you will buy Jay's giant poster. I'm doing you a favor - he laughs, satisfied, then looks at my plate - but why aren't you eating anything? Don't tell me it's really because of me? Sunghoon's?"

"No - I wipe away all his doubts with my hand, relaxed - it's just that I haven't gotten used to all this yet. My stomach is completely shut down."

"Even the first night, you decided what to order but ate almost nothing, instead you just drank. Are you an alcoholic? I imagine less attractive alcoholics."

I really like this atmosphere, it feels so spontaneous. Heeseung has a sweet voice, it's nice to hear him talk, I imagine I could do it for hours and it's amazing to be in front of him while he simply exists. The feelings since we left home have changed so many times that I feel a tornado of emotions inside me.

"Could I be?" I ask, feigning thoughtfulness.

"Really you should-"

Getting up before I can finish the sentence, he freezes, in turn. "Shall we go? We're in the middle of the date now."

In the end, Heeseung is very different from how he introduced himself, almost giving me the impression that he is calmer than he wants to appear. His company is pleasant, and strangely he is not so annoying, yet he still doesn't convince me. But why?

"What if we order takeout and simply go home?" He asks me, after evidently thinking about it for a long time.

"Why?"

He looks at me, not answering.

"No, I told you I'm retiring. I'm tired."

Wait, Amanda, are you rejecting Lee Heeseung? And when did we agree to that? What exactly is going on?

"What?" He asks, but I wonder too.

"I don't… I don't feel like it, but we can play, though. I'm taking the laptop for that."

He looks at me again, then sketches a confused half-smile. "Ok, let's do it."

Oh no, I get it! Your tactic is much more devious, Amanda.

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ATTENTION: this and the next chapter will be pov heeseung, so from his first-person point of view, I hope not to cause confusion ~~

"What do you care what I saw?" I ask, seeing Amanda walking away.

Sunghoon also follows her with his gaze. "Because you made me curious."

"It's nothing."

"Then I will make her tell me."

I'd say it's time to end it, he always goes around her, yet we've been intime for so short a time that logically I should cultivate this friendship. 

The truth is that before now, us could not stand each other, we could not be more different but also constantly compared with each other, like trophies to show off or war over. 

Competition was inevitable.

However, especially after we both moved away from Jaeyun, we found a common enemy and that brought us closer.

I still don't know if I am comfortable with him, but certainly his sense of humor is interesting, I cannot deny that. Nevertheless, he seems to me far too full of himself, far too convinced that he knows everything about life, and also far too reserved about his family and his life.

We know about his relationship more because it was impossible not to notice, but in four years almost nothing has transpired.

Despite this, I wanted to give him a chance, but is what he does normal? If there was anything I was counting on, it was that he, the host girl, did not care.

Why is it so important, you ask? Simple matter of supremacy, I really mean it. After all, I don't even know her, and the conditions in which I met her are nothing short of terrible.

I am not interested in her, but I want her to be interested only in me. I think that's basically what everyone wants, except for Jay, who just giggles softly with Amanda's friend. Maybe he doesn't really care anymore.

"Just leave her alone now."

"Don't bust me ." Sunghoon replies, without thinking.

After all this time, how can he not think for a second to give me such an answer, to me, who am also older, for a girl he is not interested in? Inverosimilar. "Really?"

"You need to leave her alone, asshole." Ester gets up from her chair, which is smoking.

"What?" Sunghoon asks surprised.

"What does it look like to you? She has also suffered in her life, you don't need to bother her too. Why don't you go bother someone else?"

Sunghoon looks at her puzzled, then smiles nervously. "Do you know what your beloved Jay did with her?"

Ester throws herself at Sunghoon and looks as if she almost wants to attack him but Niki grabs her by the hips, easily lifting her up and preventing her from doing so. "Noona!"

"Put her down!" Beomgyu says, annoyed.

"Such manners." Comments the ice prince.

"I know everything about Amanda, you know absolutely nothing and you keep talking."

"Go apologize." I tell him.

"What?" He looks at me sincerely in disbelief.

"Yes, go apologize." Jay repeats.

Sunghoon looks at us angrily. "Are you kidding?"

"Are you a child? - Yeonjun asks. - You must have made her cry."

"You're the one who did." He snorts, slowly backing away not entirely convinced.

Well, I was the one who said he should do it, and he's doing it, so why don't I feel satisfied? It seems obvious to me that Sunghoon has a thing for her, so won't they simply end up being alone? Of course, I don't expect her to fall to him, after all, there were my posters and Jay's posters, and she has a soft spot for the latter, but she managed to reject me, so she'll reject Sunghoon too, right?

And if not? Aren't I objectively better than him? I treat her even better, so there is no way for her to fall in love with him, right?

Ever since she arrived, I've done nothing but observe her. She doesn't seem to have a strong character, but she still manages to stand up to people if she puts her mind to it, moreover, she also doesn't give me the impression that she is completely naive, even though the conditions she is in would say otherwise, likewise sometimes she has passionate and sincere looks like a child's.

However, it is no coincidence, in my opinion, that our host is a fan, let alone that she collaborated with Hybe, before coming to us. It cannot be a coincidence, and I have evidence in favor of this thesis: she is really beautiful.

She looks like a foreign model, she has exactly everything in place, and when we met her, despite her sloppy, unkempt air, we all could see how beautiful she was. In Hybe, to be an host, certainly needed such a figure, a fan would not hurt her band, maybe they play on that as well. However, I got the impression that they were already keeping eye on her.

"He finally went there." Beomgyu says, breaking the silence.

Niki smiles amused but also uneasy. "If they take so long, let's get them back."

"Are you taking care of her?" Amanda's friend asks.

I look at her. Why am I surprised? That's actually what a good friend would do as soon as has a chance, but why am I glad she has someone who cares about her? Hasn't too little time passed? What do I care? It won't be because Ester said she suffered a lot, right? I'm not that empathetic, seriously.

"Not enough." I say, but it is not what I had thought.

Yeonjun looks at me, then bursts out laughing. "How long have you been living here?"

"Three days." Niki laughs, too.

I seem to blush, but in the end I'm just annoyed. "Why?"

"I understand it makes your head spin, her body… is wow." He admits and annoys me further.

One thing is to divide her attention among my band members, it's another to what Yeonjun is talking about.

"Calm your spirits, you. I ask you to treat her well." The girl continues the speech, looking at me, for some reason. As if she were not courting and idolizing the asshole who had Amanda first.

"The problem is evidently Sunghoon." Comments Soobin concerned.

"In fact, I don't understand why they sent them alone together again." Responds the japanese boy.

Right, why did we do that?

"Again?" Yeonjun asks.

"Wait, you also have a host?" I ask surprised, connecting the dots.

Riki nods. "Indeed!"

Beomgyu chuckles. "No, what is it?"

"It could be me." Ester, who perhaps thought she was speaking italian, is perfectly heard commenting.

Jay glares at her. "What?"

"Nothing."

They are right, but why did I send him to her? I go to follow them but I hear Yeonjun laughing and honestly it's not that I'm that into him, today more than usual.

We used to be really close, but then he suddenly became detached from me, even though we were trainee together for years, even though we trained together, he simply get away.

I later learned from Minho of STRAY that Yeonjun was going around saying that Enhypen was really an experiment, but a really macabre one. Beautiful and empty, he would say. According to Yeonjun, especially me, I didn't even have a personality. I didn't hear him say that, so I can't accuse him, but why don't I find it so unlikely?

After all, he was the first one to walk away after the first world tour. I thought I had a special relationship, but apparently that wasn't the case, and the shame I felt in imagining such a pathetic thing makes me frustrated to the point that I can't stand it.

"What are you laughing at?" I ask him, even though he is older than me.

"You have changed so much, Heeseung-ah."

Everyone's eyes immediately shift to us, is he challenging me? And how should I act? There's a girl here anyway, I don't want to be rude just because of that. "You too, I miss you so much, hyung."

"Why doesn't it feel real?"

I'm just wasting time, right? I move my hair nervously behind my forehead and then smile amused.

"Are you finished?"

"You used to be much more educated. Who knows where you'd be now if you were with us."

Jay, seeing me suddenly and extremely vulnerable, despite the fact that we are still very distant affectively from each other, stands up, turning to Yeonjun. "I don't like what you're implying."

"Maybe I should have this talk in front of the girl he likes, a host to boot. It's funny, isn't it?"

Beomgyu holds back a laugh, Soobin wearily rolls his eyes, but is amused, unlike Taehyun who remains serious, albeit with his eyes downcast. "What about yours? You've kept her well hidden." I remind him.

"We know how to protect her." He replies, with a superior air.

He says we don't know how to protect her from Sunghoon? And is it so important to protect a guest? I am undeniably, terribly, pathetically attracted to her, but that is all. I should carry on a war for what? What good would that do?

"Suit yourself." I reply, this time me, feeling superior.

"Hyung, you're overreacting." Niki turns to Yeonjun, to whom Beomgyu puts a hand on his shoulder, as if to calm him down.

"See, I just find it funny. Do you guys put up with him? He's nobody and he's already acting like that."

But what's going on? Why can't I answer?

"To be compared today with you sumbaenim who debuted two years before us is a great honor and achievement." It reminds him of Jay, so impeccable when it comes to protecting his nest.

We may stop talking to each other, but I can never stop appreciating that about him. He never shows our internal rifts, never to anyone, or at least that's what it seems to me.

"You guys are good, but I mean, don't you give him too much space?" Yeonjun asks.

My Achilles heel, basically. "Yah! Won't you stop?" Soobin calls him back, realizing that the joke has gone on too long.

Jay seems on the verge of replying, but this time I'll do it myself. "You're so great, but you keep getting scared because of a nobody."

The perfect moment. Striking exit: we've got it. Now we just have to find those two. I check in my room but I didn't imagine they were there from the beginning, not even in Sunghoon's room and being that she has her things in Jay's, I try there and actually hear voices, for that, I don't open right away.

I open more slowly and quietly, seeing them both on the balcony with the door thankfully open. She is up, standing in front of him.

"Don't you get tired?"

"Ask me on your knees."

"What!" She raises her voice.

What an asshole. Do you want to see that I got there in time? I knew he was a creep after all, despite dating the most beautiful girl in Korea, not exactly my type but certainly remarkable, in the end he just wants to do the nasty stuff he wouldn't ask his girlfriend!

"If you kneel in front of me, I won't bother you anymore."

"Really?" What is she doing? Does she believe it, the dumb?

"Ninety percent."

"But what does that mean? You are the worst."

"If I said one hundred percent would you have done it?"

She doesn't answer right away, you can tell she's thinking about it, then coughs. "No."

So… are they simply joking? I'm annoyed as hell. 

He keeps being an asshole, bullying her, but she keeps forgiving him - do you want to see that in the ranking after Jay is him? What if he was even before Jay? That would mean I wouldn't be the first, and it's absurd just to think that, isn't it?

"Don't dress like that anymore." He tells her in a low, almost friendly voice, just as I had decided to go inside. I quickly close the door, leaving a crack in the door just enought to see that he has stuck a finger in the suspender of her little purple dress, exactly purple, because I asked her to.

"I don't care what you say."

"Look I'm saying this for your safety." He answers even more softly, but I can tell from his lips.

"Weren't you the one who would never sleep with me?" She teases him, as if he were simply a friend - are we kidding?

"In fact, I never will, but just because of that, I'll be meaner."

But how can he be so cool? I'm not interested in guys, I guess......... but if I were interested in guys, I'd probably be having an erection right now. That means you she definitely getting an erection! No, much worse!

The slit between her thighs may be wet, between her full, rosy-colored but olive-colored thighs, while that skirt so short makes it easy to imagine what's hiding under…. shit, now I almost have a boner for real.

"Are you done? Let's go over there." I call them back, sneaking into the room, I have to react before I get completely hard.

Sunghoon is annoyed but she's looking at him, why do I feel annoyed? "Are you following me everywhere?" He asks me.

"You were taking too long." I answer quickly, stunned.

Amanda now looks at me, surprised. "Are you okay?" She asks me, her tone is concerned but why am I mad at her?

"Why?"

"Are you… strange?" She asks, and I am even more irritated. 

I don't understand what she means or even care, I'm offended, disturbed. I just want Sunghoon to walk away and to shut the fuck up. I don't want to lose this competition, but inexplicably he is beating me to the punch with an absurd strategy.

No, I shouldn't be thinking like in a video game….

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"All right." She answers, looking distracted again.

She was focusing on me, why did I answer her so badly? "It's just…"

Sunghoon interrupts me, motioning for us to leave. "Let's go before Jay notices we're here."

Of course, now that I'm here you're in a hurry, right Sunghoon? That's okay, it's better after all, I don't have to worry about anything, in fact I'm not worrying about anything already.

I follow them to the kitchen, they are uncomfortable with each other, the one out of context is me, like a third wheel and this really bothers me. Also, it's not like I have all that much desire to spend time with the sumbae, especially Yeonjun, who will now purposely target Amanda.

I admit that I have not behaved as well in the past, as when I practically stole his chick. Jiwon from AESPA, we texted and saw each other a few times for quite some time, but she was also dated Yeonjun, so she ended up having to choose, and for some absurd reason she chose me.

I know he didn't really care about her (after all, she was too much for me as much as for him), but so also that losing to me must have infuriated him. At this point, believing that I like this girl, he will not waste his time bothering her as he has done so far.

"Are you all right, honey?" He asks her, as suspected, in a low voice.

Ester gets up to walk toward her friend. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, sure. I felt a little dizzy."

"That's why you shouldn't have smoked." Sighs Sunghoon.

"Is there any more? - Amanda then asks, looking around. Since Yeonjun seems to have prepared another one, she smilingly hands it to him. - Thank you oppa!"

We all freeze, except for the person directly concerned.

Did her just call him 'oppa'? Why was I giving her such a indignant look? She doesn't even notice anyway.

Beomgyu bursts out laughing, Niki and Soobin too. I'm not laughing, however, and it doesn't make me laugh. Clearly, Yeonjun is older than me and her, since we were born the same year, so while me being the oldest in my band will never be able to hear her call me that, he, a complete stranger….

What am I saying? I too am a stranger and she is a stranger to me. That's enough, Heeseung.

"You are really childish." Responds Sunghoon who seemed to expect a similar reaction.

"Mine is better, isn't it? - The older from the other band asks, looking at her in satisfaction. - I'm sure it's the best."

"I don't understand the quality at all, it looks the same to me." She admits.

Ester takes it out of her hands, bringing it to her mouth and taking a pull. "Let's see…. no, better Niki's."

"Yah! - mutters Yeonjun amicably, looking at her amused. - You make me look bad."

"I'm trying very hard indeed." She responds in kind, handing it back to Amanda and looking at him.

"And why is that?"

"You are worse than Sunghoon. I'll let only Taehyun be nice to Amanda."

The friend chokes. "What?"

"Why are you putting me in the middle?" Sunghoon snorts.

"Because that's how it is. Stay away from her, only Heeseung and Niki can be near her, and Taehyun."

"And Jay, and Jake." Sunghoon continues, unable to live a second without arguing with someone.

Ester doesn't seem like the type to let it go, but you can tell she is tried by it. He keeps repeating her and she is losing patience.

I'm irritated too, I keep imagining her without clothes together with Jay…together with Jake…enjoying, under their eyes.

"Why did you invite him? He's just annoying." Sighs Soobin.

"This is my fucking home." Sunghoon remembers.

Ester looks at Amanda, our host sighs wearily. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I will ignore him."

She says she hates him, can't stand him, and wants to ignore him, but when they are close, the tension between them seems about to explode, and that doesn't sit well with me.

"What are we going to do?" Jay changes the subject, with the calm expression of someone who can no longer stand this atmosphere.

"We should drink something better." Beomgyu replies.

"Heeseung-ah, why don't you bring something good to your hyung?" Yeonjun asks me with a smile.

That's not a bad idea; I could spit in his glass.

"Are you sure?"

"Now that you ask, not so much."

"Should we go to some clubs? There are girls there." Soobin proposes

"No way. No going out." Replies Jay.

After all, they should think about protecting themselves too. We don't go to any clubs for this, we only gather at intimate and safe parties, which are usually held in private villas. It's too dangerous, and Jay knows that.

Right now we, paradoxically, are more at risk than they are. We don't know what such a scandal would bring, and we've been through too much already, with Niki ending up in controversy I don't know how many more times, without even a real reason. He, has caught the attention of the newspapers from the beginning, probably because he is Japanese.

Although to this day my relationship with him is not idyllic either, he is still a kid compared to me, I feel like I have a duty to protect him from these situations. However, if we are talking about affection or blatant demonstrations, no, they are not for me, also because he is so arrogant. Since he has realized that he has the complete support, in spite of everything, from his fanbase, he has also realized that he is unstoppable and indispensable.

With or without us, his name already carries weight. Not that it doesn't for many of us as well, but how many of us possess his talents? Its completeness? And what would Enhypen be without him?

I know, we didn't make it easy for him. We were tough, when maybe we were just too angry and tired, there was no reason to make things harder for him -- but in a way, that's what we were all facing, a little bit at a time, like in a battle royal. 

And let's not talk about Jay, who has suffered and probably will continue to suffer. Jaeyun, and others, even myself, have been hurt in so many by sterile and nasty polemics. It was not easy for anyone at the end of the day.

Niki, however, was younger, more naive, more vulnerable, more foreign.

don't cry, please

Perhaps the one who came out almost completely unscathed is Sunghoon, the lucky one, as if he were from the beginning the main character. But not in this life, Sunghoon, you know. Amanda said one thing right: I was born to shine, and although there are many stars, there is always one brighter one: that one, I want be me.

As for Yeonjun, the goal now is to prevent me from getting in trouble in front of Amanda.

Yet I am still angry, envious, yes, I am.

I've been working hard for years, no, to be honest we all have, we work nonstop for months, there are periods when we can only go home to sleep, but despite all that, it seems to go nowhere. They scream for us but vote for others, and they might understand if we were just and simply beautiful, but we aren't.

Our music is good, our composers are the best, we are very good, but then why does no satisfaction come?

Hearing fans screaming my name or completely losing their voice even if I make a particular movement, that's good, but not fulfilling. The world tours, are you kidding me? I'm really glad for that, but what is it that I miss? I also want major collaborations, I too would like to be challenged, I could try writing songs on my own, without any ego-inflated asshole looking at me to tell me where I'm going wrong, treating me like a child.

I am not a child.

It may not seem true that I love music, because otherwise I might have chosen different paths. But it is also true that if singing gives me air to my lungs, it is only because of the people who listen to me that I can breathe. Therefore, the solution came by itself.

It must be said that in the last album they gave us more space, and I even produced a whole song, almost by myself. But this one ended up at the bottom of the album, where not everyone can see it. Maybe it's because I don't trust those who love me.

I was not free to write what I wanted to write. This was not the plan, from the beginning, this was not how I envisioned it.

It makes me smile to think that Amanda, like others, must also be like this. That's why she doesn't refuse anyone's attention, that's why she still seeks more.

I don't feel like giving the belly talk that would come naturally spewing out, because that would not be entirely honest of me, yet I keep thinking about it. 

I look at her, realizing that she's been watching me too, it seems for a while, while the others continue to talk and joke around, except for Sunghoon who keeps silent, between his thoughts and his phone.

However, when I asked what she likes about me…I didn't expect such a statement.

I mean, it was pretty intense. Fans never have the calmness to be able to say something like that, they're always too agitated or excited, overexcited, to be able to make accomplished speeches for more than a twenty seconds. And that's nice, and that's fine, however I simply didn't expect such praise, even though I already knew I was his favorite, shall we say?

It seems so idiotic to be fascinated by something like that.

But why does she keep staring at me with this thoughtful air, too? And why can't I look away from her eyes so big and full of lashes?

At first it was funny, curious, I admit. I didn't disdain the idea of being able to do some "intimate" chores at home, in comfort, in a safe area with a person under contract and therefore by law unable to create scandal.

Since I have no desire to end up in the storm, it was myself who chose not to date anyone for a while, after all, we were also busy and my previous relationship was not even that big of a deal.

However, spending time with her perhaps awakened my desire for female companionship. Living with all these guys, choosing not to see any girls so as not to undermine my growing and dizzying popularity, I kind of miss a girl's voice, a girl's laughter, annoy a girl, and then…

Keep looking at me, I do the same. If it's a game, I can't lose.

I missed a girl's shapes.

It seems nonsense for Lee Heeseung, so handsome, talented and excellent at anything, to feel such a desire, doesn't it? I could meet whoever I want, dare I say I could simultaneously fuck with full Aespas, if I really wanted to, however….

To be seen, to be heard, to be loved, is what I most ardently desire. The more people do this, the greater I feel and cannot avoid it. An ordinary person who counts for nothing loves in a different way... is devotion.

Am I imagining it? She seems worried about me. I make a threatening grimace that makes her flinch. How dare she turn such a kind expression on me? So thoughtful? As if she's worried about me, when all she does is walk around Sunghoon?

Or is he the one going around her?

Why do my thoughts always come back here?

"Stop!" I shout.

They all look at me, confused. "Hyung?" Niki asks.

I cough. "Let's have a karaoke."

"A… karaoke?" Amanda asks impressed.

Why did I imagine that? I will sing I need the light, as she asked, this afternoon. It's just fanservice.

"What are you, 14 years old?" Sunghoon asks me.

Beomgyu rises from his chair with his arms on his hips. "Let's do it!"

"Can we all agree to do exactly the opposite of what Sunghoon wants?" Soobin also asks, getting up, realizing we're going to the living room.

"Yes." They all answer in chorus, following Yeonjun who goes first, who did not comment on my proposal, strangely enough.

"Sunoo and Jungwon are coming back." Jay warns me, passing last, accompanied by Ester who literally wags her tail behind him.

As usual, Sunghoon is always around Amanda and I cannot talk to her alone. "Are you happy?" He asks me.

I nod annoyed. "Why not."

Amanda looks at me again, finally focusing on me. It's the time, really. I catch her by the arm as Sunghoon moves forward, he seeming to not notice that she has disappeared or he would surely have followed her, wouldn't he? I still don't understand it very well.

"Why were you staring at me?" I ask her, but honestly no, that's not what I meant.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and that's exactly what I wanted to ask her!

"I'm fine. - I nod a little theatrically, although I don't even know why she's asking. - How about you?"

"My night was ruined." She admits.

What is this sad expression? Why is she so sad? I turn away from her, I don't understand what's happening to me, it's as if I feel pity and I'm not used to something like that. I feel sad for her, maybe?

"W-Why?" But what do I do? Do I even stutter?

"Now everyone knows that I am a host. They won't treat me like a normal person anymore." She explains, smiling defeatedly.

She especially cared about looking like a normal person, huh? But… I saw her today, she seemed pretty normal… I treated her normal, right?

Or did I just go too far by invading her privacy and literally forcing her to say what I wanted because I was blackmailing her?

"I will treat you normally, even if it's just me."

Amanda still smiles, you can tell it is not out of contentment that she does so. "I am a host, this is the normal way for you. Do you understand?"

"Then I will do it from now. I will… - I lower my voice, looking into her eyes - I will do it better."

She looks at me impressed, seems surprised, maybe she didn't think I was serious. "Why are you gentle with me?"

Right, why do I do that? I get nervous, backing away again when I hear Sunghoon approaching, I was right, he's the one on her. He pretends to have forgotten the water bottle on the kitchen counter, pretends not to look at us, how stupid.

"Do you have the karaoke?"

"No, it's in Jungwon's room." I reply.

"Then go get it, since you're the one who had the brilliant idea."

"You're a singer, how can you hate karaoke?"

Amanda giggles at my joke, Sunghoon clicks his tongue annoyed. "I don't like doing it with them. Maybe not even with you."

"Very mature, indeed." I say, placing a hand behind Amanda's back to let her proceed down the hallway alone. I almost throw her but apologize as I see her swerve. How cute.

I want to talk to him alone.

"Dumb, you're hurting her!" Sunghoon tells me, betraying himself.

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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 in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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"You cook beautifully! - Sunoo compliments me, after swallowing the first bite. He gives a friendly shrug to Jay, sitting next to him, who in contrast to him has a rather serious expression. - If you cook together, we're safe."

"That's not her work, cooking." Remembers Jake, who hasn't tasted anything yet and looks at his dish with a wary air, will he be one of those who doesn't eat new things?

"Taste it, it's not venom." Jungwon laughs.

"Ah, the taste of the egg is so strong, the stench - comments Sunghoon in disgust as he drops his fork onto his plate - what is this stuff?"

"Do you cook it often?" He turns to me, Sunoo.

"I think it's the fifth time in my life." I admit, proudly, trying to ignore Sunghoon.

"Actually, it's good." Also says the silent Niki, whom I can look at just for a few seconds, because his voice…his face…everything about him stiffens me. It's unreal up close.

"I'll eat yours. - Heeseung says with his mouth full, approaching Sunghoon's plate. - Next time you should put cream in it!" He proposes, spitting everywhere.

Jay, sitting next to him, wipes his cheek in annoyance. "Why the fuck does it always end up like this? Ew."

"If you put cream in it, it wouldn't be a carbonara…" Sigh, what an idiot, Heeseung.

Jake finally tastes it, but says nothing.

Meanwhile Jungwon looks like he's about to start crying, covering his eyes with arm. "This is really good, Amanda."

Involuntarily I smile in his direction, lifting my eyes satisfied and innocently smug. "I'm glad, I really am."

"Yah, aren't you a little too happy?" Sunghoon asks, leaning into his palm as he stares at me.

"Don't you have anything better to do? - Niki blurts out, leaving everyone very surprised and shaken by his intervention. Sunghoon is not intimidated; on the contrary, he laughs. - Give a break."

"What do you care?"

"It bothers me. Do it when I'm not around."

"Why don't you start by calling me hyung to begin with?" Sunghoon asks, looking at his younger companion.

'Hyung' is a way that boys in Korea use to call close friends, or to address older brothers. Literally it means "big brother," so it can only be used with someone older and male.'

There is also a female version, "unnie." By women, for women.

"Ah, how boring. - He says, getting up sharply. There's still some pasta on his plate, if he liked it why don't finish it? - Don't cook for them, even if they ask. Seriously." He says, stepping behind me, close enough to touch my shoulders with his hip, then walks off into the room.

I shocked by this involuntary touch but notice immediately, Jake's gaze has reached out and found Niki. He hasn't said anything until now, but his expression is contrite.

"It's true, you have to stop. We've talked about it." Says Jay, resuming eating, not at all surprised that a member left during a meal. That must happen a lot.

"I'm not doing anything." Sunghoon mumbles nervously.

Heeseung catches everyone's attention by emitting a cry of deep fatigue; he has eaten more than half of the second plate, looking exhausted. "Help, I'm going to die."

"If you wanted to eat so much you should have at least done it slowly." Sighs Sunoo, who, on the contrary, enjoys his course.

"I've never had such good carbonara." Jungwon says again, still moved.

Thanks God, for Jungwon.

"I'm dying, call someone!" He groans again, though as he chews yet another mouthful.

"Stop eating it." Jay says, massaging his forehead unnerved.

"Take that plate away from him!" Jake adds, pointing at him.

Sunoo can't stop laughing, we have Heeseung writhing from fullness, Jay on the verge of losing his patience, Jake visibly upset, Jungwon continuing to enjoy his spaghetti calmly (as if he were somewhere else), and Sunghoon looking at everyone disgusted, it's all so chaotic.

"It's good." Jake confirms, looking embarrassed.

"Really?" I ask, surprised but unable to rejoice, Sunghoon constantly ruining my mood.

"Yes, it's just not exactly for me. I'd like to try something with… less egg, I guess."

"Yes, maybe next month. After this, there'll be no more snubs, I'm telling you - Jay announces ominously, then, being exactly in front of me, looks at my plate. - Aren't you eating?"

"Strange, isn't it?" Sunghoon asks amused, bringing my patience to a complete nullification.

"My stomach clenches near garbage." I reply, reckless, fearless. Actually, I didn't realize I was saying out loud, looking at Sunghoon, instead of in my mind.

Sunoo spits his mouthful onto the table, Jungwon gapes, literally, Heeseung gapes his mouth still full of food, coughing because he is choking, Jake is surprised, adorable as usual, but Jay… Jay is visibly angry with me.

I've made it so big.

"N-No, I-I didn't mean to-" I start to stammer, like a fool, afraid of the obvious scolding I'm about to get, because even though I don't know how Jay acts when he's angry, it gives me the idea that can be scary.

"Am I the trash? The one who gets used and then thrown away is you."

Jay rises noisily from the table, swells his cheek with his tongue, he is more than just angry. Sunghoon looks away, perhaps a little intimidated by Jay is, even Jake has taken on a more serious expression.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't like it? Pretend it doesn't exist, we'll rearrange the shifts. - He speaks, loudly, looking him steadily in the eyes, then slowly turns to me. - And you too! You're here as a co-worker, not on a field trip, if he's immature I don't see why you have to do the same."

Oh no, I was hoping he would only scold. I look down, honestly I feel like crying, I can see it as tears are starting to cloud my vision.

My heart clenches, as if I'm back to the eight-year-old me, the one the father scolded and the mother pushed away.

"I'm… sorry." I whisper, getting up as well.

I must leave this room or they will see me crying, Sunghoon will see me crying. So I try to escape, escape to… which room should I go to? I don't even have a place of my own where I can hide at such a time.

I stand motionless looking toward the hallway, I'll go to the bathroom, yes… it's the only place… that's not just them.

"Aish." I hear Jongseong cursing.

"Wait!" Jake calls me, I hear him, but I just can't stay.

He gets up from the table and a little exhausted follows me, grabbing me by the wrist. We stand alone, in the hallway, in silence for several seconds.

"Sunghoon is right not to trust you - he tells me, surprising me to the point that I lift my tearfully gaze to him, who falters as he notices. - That's not why he has the right to treat you like this… however, you are a stranger who has come to live with us, even if we don't want to show them to you, you will see our worst facades and you could do anything with this information."

"Is that why you act like this? Don't you think it makes me want to let everyone know what an asshole he is?"

"I'm not sure why, but I don't think he does it without a reason. - He tells me, touching his chin thoughtfully. - I've the impression that he wants you to be the one to leave. If you feel bad, you won't want to stay."

"Then why not ask them to send me away? I just can't refuse now that I've signed."

"Cause.... no one else wants that, right? At the end of the day, if you're here it's because the company has planned whatever you could do with this information, you're not really a problem." He replies seriously, leaving me dumbfounded.

These are not sweet words from him, aren't words of affection; this is brutal honesty. I can tell by the way he looks at me, he is not the usual and innocent Jake, he is back to the boy I met inside his room, and he is different, as if he has two completely opposite faces.

Normally, maybe, he acts like an innocent puppy, but then he also looks very mature, very attentive.

"We're still boys, and you - he says to me, moving a few steps closer - you're very pretty."

These words… remind me of Jay.

Okay, I admit that I am not unconscious of my aesthetic potential, however, I mean… if someone like him, whose beauty breaks one's breath, is saying it, that's another thing, no?

I feel like smiling, because after all, I too am vatinous. My heart has lightened and it feels good, but it lasts until I realize how sad and shallow the person I've become.

"I don't see what the big deal is - I admit, laughing uneasily as I wipe my cheeks - we're not going to have anything to do after all this anyway, and I signed up because any information that leaks out because of me will end up with me selling organs, and not even my own because they wouldn't be enough."

Jake sketches an amused little smile. "Communicate to him is complicated and his personality is terrible, but he's not a stupid, he can change his mind. You just have to figure out how." He sighs, amused.

There, that tone again, Jay again. But why do they all want me to get along with Sunghoon?

"What if we still don't like each other? Can't just be that way? I'll pretend to-"

"You'll have to leave. Honestly, it would be a nuisance for us to lose you, but for you it would mean paying the billion, wouldn't it?" He interrupts me.

I remain silent several seconds, then bow my eyes, not sure why, but I felt nothing inside my chest. "Okay."

"Really?"

I nod.

It's as if all of a sudden I've gone into collaborator mode: not fan, not feminist for sure or instead extremist feminist actually, and not Amanda.

Just then, out of his room comes Niki, wearing only sweatpants and wearing them rally, rally low. Has a towel propped against his long, stiff neck, so I stand paralyzed several seconds in his direction. He's reaching for the bath; he doesn't have it in the room.

Jake notices, grabs me by the chin and changes my view, he frowns. "See anything interesting?"

"N-No!"

"She was looking at me." Responds the japanese boy, with a certain smugness.

The half-australian one, but in rral completely koreanJake, twists his lips. "Aish, what's that noise?"

Niki chuckles contentedly as he disappears into the bathroom.

"What's up with you two?" It comes naturally to me to ask.

He, evidently surprised, remains a few seconds silent. "Huh? We joke like this."

"You guys aren't, like, having an affair?" I whisper confidentially, completely forgetting my position.

Jake purses his lips in surprise, frowned, and is visibly embarrassed. "What?"

"Too bad…" I sigh regretfully.

"What?!" He asks more emphatically.

Next we go to his room, I don't feel exactly as comfortable as in Jay's, but I guess it's because we're just starting out.

Maybe it's because his room is perfect even without me, I don't feel part of this composition, while he fits perfectly, can see he's framed perfectly here. With his demure sweater, his willfully innocent expression, his almost clueless air, in the midst of action figures, legos and gadgets.

"Make yourself comfortable." He says to me.

"Ah… yes, I need to get something to sleep." 

"I'll give you something of mine." He replies, as he leans on his palms, sitting up in bed.

"Are you sure?"

"Move your stuff to someone else's shift, we've wasted too much time today."

You stopped crying quickly, Amanda, didn't you? You're already hyper focused on Jake, aren't you?

Of course, looking at his face how can I worry about anything? I shouldn't… I know, Jay would be proud of me if I didn't do anything with Jake…however, who in my place, at this point, wouldn't want that? I'm only human, I'm made of meat too.

Besides, good lord Jake, could you remove your tongue between your teeth? 

It's unfair, you know very well you're hot as hell when you do that.

"All right, thank you." 

He gets up, opens the neat closet, finds a white tank top and hands it to me. "This will do."

I nod to thank him. "So…as soon as Niki finishes I'll go change. Make yourself comfortable too, okay? I'll turn around if you want."

"You want to watch him but not me? - He mumbles offended, taking off his sweater suddenly. - Do what you want."

What are you talking about, Jake?

My eyes are glued to your back now. The way you pretend you don't care if I look at you or not, so careful to look perfect, not because you are interested in how I see you - as much cause the mere doubt of being less than that must frazzle you, doesn't it, Jake?

These are the feelings you convey to me.

"So you find me pretty?" I ask, watching him. 

He practically stays in his boxers toward me and I can glimpse something remarkable outlined by the gray fabric, however, I look away, blinking nervously to recover and forget, however unlikely.

"You are pretty, yes. They wouldn't have taken you for something like that if you weren't, don't think? You know, I've asked some friends, they say it's often western girls who are the hosts."

"Oh yeah? - I giggle, not so surprised by the news. - Are we easier?"

"You think korean girls aren't? - He says, amused. - I think because are crazier."

"Then we are more mature?"

"Maybe just less desperate."

Then he lies down on the bed, arms wide, I always stay close to the door, I can't move, I don't know if I should move, it's a strange situation, I can't relax. Then the fact that he's practically in his underwear doesn't help.

"Did you and Sunghoon do something?" He asks me, suddenly.

"Something what?" I ask in turn, threateningly.

"You've been out for a while. I wanted to find out whether or not…you need to take a bath."

"I should wash regardless... - I explain, scratching the back of my head and trying with every fiber of my being not to look in that specific direction. - Why?"

His gaze betrays a certain uneasiness, then I see him avert it. "I need to know if you've been with him."

"Does that seem possible? With that asshole?" I ask, flustered.

How does he still not understand that I really can't stand him? That I hate him? Or does he think I'm the type to do anything for a handsome idol? Maybe that may be true, but not in Sunghoon's case, he's on my blacklist now.

"Anyway - I look at him annoyed - why should you know? - I take a few steps toward the bed, he notices me approaching and sits up. - Did you want to make sure I showered before.. sleep with you?"

Jake seems taken aback.

Oh, really, Amanda?

It's been a fucking day, I'm just thinking that having Jake, owning him, would make me feel better, you know?

I mean, look at him. With that perfectly outlined mouth all to bite, those sharp but angelic eyes, that body… that body… sleek, lean, but just because of that, well-defined musculature. I feel like resting my hands on him, touching his hair.

He says nothing because he knows that my gaze burns with desire, and he likes me to look at him, to be looked at, to be desired.

"Since you haven't done anything, why don't you take a shower tomorrow?"

I arch an eyebrow, moving a little closer. "Aren't you guys super obsessed with hygiene?"

"It's kind of racist to say it like that, you know?" He laughs, heck of a good laugh.

"It's not racist if it's a good thing."

"It is." He corrects me.

I laugh too, actually I don't even know what I'm saying, I'm just getting closer. "Do you want me to apologize?" My voice has become warm, it's different.

He lifts his sharp eyes, follows me slowly with them as I lay tank top on the bed. I should just change, I shouldn't stare at him while I do it but… I do it anyway; I take off my shirt, staying in my bra, he doesn't ask me if it's okay for me to look, he... looks but I'm no longer uncomfortable, to tell the truth.

I slip off my pants, doing it slowly giving him the profile. It's obvious I like being watched, it makes me feel empowered at a time when I don't really have power over anything.

In my underwear in front of him, I notice that his lips are parted and he is too focused on my body form to realize I am looking at him. He seems pleasantly impressed by the sight, seems … involved, but he is still surprised, I think by my resourcefulness.

"Are you sure this tank top is okay? - I ask him, picking it up and slipping it on. - It feels a little tight."

This one it has the neckline of the sleeves that practically reaches the hips, and for a man such a thing is fine, but on a woman's body it can't help but expose much of the breasts, especially in profile.

"Do you want to… - he says, recomposing himself in confusion and turning away, as if embarrassed - anything else?"

I sigh, feigning annoyance as I remove the tank top. "Never mind, I'll sleep like this."

Obviously I didn't come unprepared, although Jay took me by surprise, I am quite careful about my underwear. I like it to be nice and sexy, but also comfortable, because I want to wear it all the time and not only during specific occasions.

As I approach the bed Jaeyun recoils, for some reason. Is he intimidated by me?

"Is this okay with you?" I ask him.

I am definitely playing with fire.

"Yes." He answers briefly.

Then I drop down on the bed, see that he shifts, perhaps afraid of being hit. "Really? You look uncomfortable."

"I am uncomfortable - he admits, lowering his gaze I guess to my ass, exposed and facing upward, - but with the fact that you're not."

I laugh, it really makes me laugh. He's right, after all…

I guess he is thinking: if he does this with me, will he do it with everyone else?

No, not because he's jealous or anything, but because many men, but also many women, take it for granted that women don't have to like sex, that they are prey and must therefore be conquered, hunted.

"Then there is nothing I can do to help you." I sigh boredly as I make myself comfortable on the bed and rest my head on one of his three pillows. They are big and soft, smelling clean.

"What do you mean?" He asks me, after some time.

"That's your problem, isn't it?"

Jake continues to take his time to answer me, and I, who am not voluntarily looking him in the face, become increasingly anxious for his response.

"You seem carefree." He says, and I can detect a certain restlessness in his tone of voice.

I turn nonchalantly toward him, who has meanwhile stood up, and see him watching me at arm's length. "I live the moment."

He sighs, upset, but does the mere sight of my body really make him agitated? Or is there, as there obviously is, more to it?

"I asked you if you wanted me to apologize - I sigh then, suddenly sitting up and looking at him - I'm asking you again."

"Apologize." He says, but his voice is meek, his breath short.

"Or maybe you should be the one to apologize?" I answer quickly.

"W-Why?"

My God? Did he just stammer in front of me? What am I being able to witness in this life? And do I deserve it? Is this perhaps the reward for this life?

I am aroused beyond belief, feeling every fiber of my muscles bubbling when I realize that probably for some time now, his erection has swelled. I didn't really think about lowering my gaze, strange.

"Why should I be uncomfortable? Just because I follow my instincts?"

"Even if you act like this… - he says, as his voice gets heavier but is still uncertain - you're a girl too, aren't you? You don't care…about…"

"What about you? Do you care?"

Jake doesn't answer anymore, he walks away, with his back to me and looking out the large window of his room, which overlooks a Seoul seen from above, from afar, as if on a star.

"Listen Jaeyun - I call him, informally, smiling - but don't you have a girlfriend? One you're sleeping with?"

"What does that have to do with it?" He asks, without answering.

"It's that, I mean, it seems strange to me that you don't have a girlfriend. And you're having an erection for another girl, in front of whom you've undressed... I don't know, I didn't think you were like that."

"L-look I'm not dating anyone! - He turns to me all of a sudden and he's so cute. - You're talking nonsense."

I can hear his breathing, I can perfectly sense how tense he is right now.

"Are you used to the shy girls?" I ask him then, sitting on the bed and looking at him.

Jake looks away. "Yes."

"Then it must be strange. If you want, I'll sleep somewhere else." I sigh.

"I didn't say that!"

"Look at you staying away from me, afraid I'll attack you. - I laugh, again. - I won't do anything like that."

"I'm not staying away from you, it's just… I'm not used to seeing… all this."

"Are you a virgin?" I ask him, incredulously.

He curls his lips and eyes like a little boy. "Does that seem possible?"

I must have offended him; he looks at me in such a tender way that I really have my doubts about how much I will be able to hold back, having him so close.

"Let me get dressed." I say, getting up and opening his closet.

He doesn't stop me, he just stands by and watches as I pick up one of his folded t-shirts; it's white with blue sleeves, and it's definitely wider. "What… are you doing?"

"Do you particularly care for this t-shirt?" I ask, showing it to him.

He crosses his elegant, full arms over his chest. "Not yet, to be honest."

There is a knock, suddenly. I look up at the clock on his neat desk, it's already 10pm, who is bold enough to knock? I see him upset as he looks in the mirror to fix his hair, he's practically in his underwear with a bearded erection. I immediately put on the knitwear that slips relaxed along my body, now wrapped in the fresh smelling fabric.

"Jake!" He calls him, loudly.

It's Jay, shit. I didn't calculate that he could have checked, honestly I didn't even assume.

The room owner approaches the door, swallowing and then opening it without even warning me. I get goosebumps when I realize Jay is already watching me, as if he knows my position in the room even before he can actually see it.

"Taekwoo called, says you have to go to Kibum tomorrow morning." He speaks, subsequently and completely ignoring me and also ignoring the fact that he's talking to an aroused Jake in his underwear.

"Why did he call you?"

"Because you didn't answer - he sighs, annoyed, then lifts his gaze to me again - you were busy."

"We didn't-" It comes naturally to me to try to justify myself, but then I stop.

True, it didn't happen, but not by my choice. Am I also becoming a hypocrite?

Jay smiles, not softened, on the contrary he looks amused, his expression seems to say, "Do I look like I care? Don't let it go to your head."

I'm equally amused. That's okay, I don't want to give the idea of a stickler either, it's clear.

"It's not like you owe him any explanations, right?" Jake reminds me, irritated.

"I'm leaving, that's all I had to say." Says Jay, who nevertheless appears a little too smug about it.

I mumble something unintelligible, aware that I have twice this evening been far too clear with them. I have to keep some secrets, I've been here not even two days.

When Jake closes the door, he turns to me in puzzlement. "Is he your bias?"

"I-I told you I don't have one."

He points the say at me, as if he has just framed a culprit. "Really? Jay?"

"What would be wrong with that?" I show myself all too annoyed.

"I mean, you're looking at me and you're worried about what he thinks? - He asks me, genuinely upset. - You don't stand a chance with him either."

This was exactly what I would have avoided had if I not been impulsive: hearing him utter such words.

"All right, I'm going to bed." I answer with a disinterested air as I stretch.

"Well." He replies, also with an indifferent air, though I can tell he is interjected.

"Where do I sleep? Do I choose?"

"N-no, you sleep on the left."

And that's how I get on the left, lying out of the blankets, it's quite hot (the whaeter) anyway, with my back to him. I'm not really uncomfortable right now, I'd say I'm more honestly disappointed.

I feel the mattress lowering slightly as he too gets into bed, but I don't turn around. It wouldn't make sense and I would only risk making him further uncomfortable, and honestly, I almost feel like it's something precious that maybe shouldn't be soiled.

Am I thinking of myself as dirty? Am I compatising someone who has judged me based on my tastes or desires? I am confused.

"I didn't mean to offend you." He says after a while.

"You didn't offend me." I reply, annoyed.

I hear him sigh. "I'm sorry, really."

But how can his voice be so melodious? It slides into my eardrums filling them like fresh water. 

"Don't worry, I'm just tiring to handle something like this all of a sudden. I'll get used to it, eventually I think it will be like this with everyone."

I can hear him stiffening on the bed, I think he sat up. "No, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just…it's weird for me."

"What?"

"Having you here next to me like this…it makes me feel strange."

Like butter melting in the sun, his words melt into my skin.I am forced to lift myself up, I absolutely cannot miss the expression he is addressing me, I have to print it in my mind indelibly.

"Huh?!" I turn around, look at him, and it's exactly as I imagined it.

He looks scared, he probably didn't expect me to turn around so quickly, looks so surprised. I see him awkwardly fumbling with the sheet as tries to hide his erection that he has actually had for a long time, I spontaneously burst out laughing since it has been visible the whole time, he gives me an outraged look, I can't stop.

"W-Why are you laughing?!" He asks, desperate.

I cover my mouth, looking away. "No…it's just that you're so cute."

I'm annoying him. "Cute?! You think that, while you're in a bed with me?"

"But it's true! - I try to explain, amused, as I let my smile slowly and knowingly fade in his direction. - You… - I say, resting the fingertip of my index finger on his exposed shoulder - you're really cute."

He glares me evidently, I realize, but I can't stop my finger from running down his arm, slowly, taking the opportunity to look at his lusty young body, so dangerously uncovered under my ravenous gaze. Moreover, he hasn't pulled back, doesn't seem bothered by the physical contact, so I really have no reason to stop.

He swallows, I can perfectly see his Adam's apple moving sinuously, his neck is long and seemingly delicious. I'm the one who feels like a vampire now.

"I'm not cute!" He says, when my fingertip has reached the back of his hand.

"Really? And what are you?"

"I-I…"

I don't know if I really need his answer; I'm too focused on drawing circles with my fingertip between the veins protruding from the white skin of his hand. I only have to lift my gaze to realize that Jake is talking to me but he doesn't communicate through his voice, or even through his body, he does it with his eyes.

I am the one who moves closer, crawling up to find myself exactly on top of him. My hands don't touch him, much less my abdomen, but I can't avoid touching him with my legs as his, thicker than I imagined, are between mine. 

"You?" I ask, looking fearlessly into his eyes.

"Noona - he says, suddenly, returning my gaze, and I freeze, paralyze, remain completely hexamenous even as my body remains rigid - could you… help me feel better?" He then asks, looking away immediately afterward.

He just called me noona, right? Noona, like "hyung" is used to refer to older girls, but "unnie" is not used, as anticipated, because "noona" is used between a younger man and an older woman.

The real question is, why do I find this so darn erotic?

Okay, Amanda, try to keep your wits about you. I tell myself this, however, as I am already taking off my shirt to put on my underwear again, this time he doesn't run away, he simply stays underneath me and observes me.

"Are you sure?" I ask him, sliding down the bed to stand up.

He doesn't understand why I was the one who moved, it shows so blatantly that I feel like laughing but this time I hold back. "Sure…"

All right, I gather my hair behind my shoulder. He realizes only then that he has to turn toward me, so he sits in my direction and looks at me again.

"I won't ask you again."

"I-I can always change my mind!" He reminds me, he's like a helpless puppy right now.

He's right, I know it too, that's why I loosen the bra hook, letting my breasts fall naturally down my body, he seems surprised by this too. I can't believe that these are his real reactions, I don't understand why pretending and I also can't imagine a reason why he should pretend.

Or maybe one does, but it seems absurd to me.

His cock is definitely more swollen than before, now inches from my face, still covered by the gray fabric of his boxers, it'is bent over itself, and to pay attention, he is quite big, no, he is definitely big. How did I not notice it before?

I find myself genuinely embarrassed at such a size, so much so that my gaze snaps in his direction: where were you hiding such a thing, Sim Jaeyun?

He understand immediately, so that he turns away offended, but chuckling contentedly. "Am I still just cute?"

Surely, at this moment you really are.

But what's in front of me is something else, or rather, it's a problem for me. I have no idea how to satisfy something like that, which is even longer than Jay's, and for some reason I'm really stunned by it. 

When he stands up in front of me it's even bigger, I can't get my head around it. I can't hold back anymore, it's really hard to keep calm in such a situation, so I slip my fingers around the elastic band of his boxers and I can make contact with his abdomen, which is so firm and thin that it feels like I could break it.

I can smell him; it's complicated. He doesn't have a simple, natural fragrance, like Jay, doesn't have the smell of a real body Jake's, he's as beautiful as a wedding favor and smells like a perfumery. On his skin, I would say this is the smell of a more unburdened One Million, perhaps more expensive, but certainly more sought after.

When I lower the rubber band it comes out abruptly its length, resting against my face. I feel it all over the middle of my face, I can't help but look up with one eye covered, by him, who is in turn looking down and has granted me the vision of a more relaxed expression.

I reach out my tongue so I can brush against him and feel him quiver. Honestly, I don't know if I deserve this.

Taking it in my hand I can realize the thickness, it is like Jay's but definitely has several more inches. I love its shape, it has the same width from the base almost to the tip.

Ester has always seen more than others, hasn't she? 

It's just a joke, really.

Whether he is sincere or not in showing himself so shy and insecure, it doesn't matter anymore. Hearing his lips scan an irresponsible "oh" after slowly inserting his cock inside my mouth is enough.

I guess it's enough to play his game, we've both been burned by now anyway.

I feel his long fingers resting on my head, I also sense how involuntarily he has the instinct to push me, but despite this, he never really forces and masks the movement elegantly. 

As my neck, shoulders and breasts move quickly, bouncing slightly, Jake thrusts his pelvis against me and I grasp the base of his intimacy, almost clinging. I want more too, but I feel my throat completely full.

"A-Ah… Amanda…" He's panting and divine. He has such a warm but cool voice right now that I feel as if under a cascade of breaths, full, intense, mine alone.

Yes, Jake, say my name.

The fact that he doesn't even try to hide how much he is enjoying it, the fact that he shows himself so vulnerable in this moment, twists my personality and my boundaries. I am completely crazy for him and cannot help but please him.

I go deeper into my throat, I can feel his chapel at the level of my collarbones, although of course it is not, but that is the perception I have. It is like drowning, being suffocated, it is like slowly dying, however, I can only avoid it.

I feel him contract his muscles as he grabs my cheek with his hand, pulling me away. Breathing heavily, he is so cute as I look at him, collecting a tear of saliva from the corner of my mouth.

"Are you okay?" I ask, innocently, standing up.

Jake holds up his length, just as Jay did, who didn't want cum. "Yes!" He responds distractedly, then realizes again that I am naked in front of him.

I take a few steps in his direction, I can see him not knowing what to say, he keeps pretending to be shy but I can't do the same because desires have completely taken over any logic. I push him, resting my palm on his chest again, and he makes no resistance, letting himself fall.

He lays back but remains raised to watch me as I slip off my panties, involuntarily toss them on his nightstand, and I hint a smile. "Sorry, I'll take them off later." I say, crawling over his body again.

"Don't… have… have to." He says such dirty things with such naivete, with such innocence, that I feel like punishing him for being such a liar.

I wanted to do this from the beginning, not aspiring for a kiss, but wanting to touch his lips. 

After sitting on his abdomen, but keeping my weight on my legs so as not to hurt him, as my moistened pussy slides over his abdomen, I cannot help resting my thumb on his mouth. They are soft, as I suspected, not a crack, not a blemish, they seem made up even at this moment.

I sigh in amusement, lifting myself slightly to take with hand his cock and move it in the direction of my opening. Unable to insert such a thing, I am forced to get back on all fours, this time, however, far too close to Jake's face. I have to try to get it in quickly; it's embarrassing, honestly. My breasts, my face, are too close to the room owner's.

I manage to get the tip of cock in and it's peculiar. I wince stiffly, it's just beginning but do I feel like this already? It seems that if despite my obvious loss of humor I still struggle to get it in, now the one on the verge of laughing seems to be him, who nevertheless only smiled, moving his hand to help me insert it.

The position does not help, I realize, but this is exactly how I want to have him. I want to be on top so I can see his every little expression as I move on him.

When with difficulty I manage to get half of him in, I feel Jake's hands on my body, specifically one on my right breast and the other on my left hip. He curls in on himself, in this way entering me completely, leaving me totally unprepared before such a feeling of fullness.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised, as I arch my back, pulling my chest away from his face, unable to stay in this position, having such a cock inside my belly.

"D-Does it hurt?" He asks, apparently concerned, though not quite able to hide that being squeezed between my walls relaxes him, pleases him.

His eyes are still gentle, shy, but now there is also an obvious pleasure I can discern that he can no longer hide.

"No…" I answer, in a long sigh, before I begin to move my pelvis on him. 

He remains watching the movement of my abdomen for several seconds, then I hear him moan. "Yeah… like this." He tells me spontaneously in english.

I rest my palms on his of abdomen, I must be holding on to something, because he is also moving his pelvis abruptly, he seems to have grown impatient all of a sudden. The pleasure is too much to even think about stopping, it's just great. It is as if a natural force is shaking my body.

I can feel every inch of his swollen, hard cock, all the way to my sternum, this is not normal, I realize.

So deep inside, with his pubes beating faster and faster against my opening, with our humors and sweats mingling in the atmosphere of the room that is filled with our deepening sighs, I am losing control.

The pressure he exerts inside me makes me feel like I'm losing my mind, to the point that I gather my hair with both hands, arching my neck backward, panting harder.

He holds me by the hips, pushing deeper and deeper, harder.

"Can I.... can I cum inside?" He asks but I don't even hear it, so blinded by enjoyment.

Clinging to him again, the breaths come out broken from my lips. He's too big and going too fast, I can't manage my muscles, but I can't, I mustn't lose this time - I must stay in charge.

"N-Noona! - He calls me with difficulty, immediately catching my attention. - I'm… about to…"

I look at him, smiling tenderly, even though my eyes must appear completely lifeless. "Really?" I gasp.

He is beautiful as he bites his lip, with that pained, borderline expression. "Noona."

It's okay, he's been good after all, I should reward him.

"Would you like to cum inside of me?" I ask him.

He looks at me almost worriedly but says nothing, instead he grabs me by the hips harder, I can feel his long fingers sinking into my skin, into my pelvis, so much that they touch my organs. When he moans louder, closing his eyes, he clings to my thighs, squeezes them, before relaxing his pleasure in a desperate, tired breath, while inside me the hot spurts make me vibrate. 

I am tired too, exhausted, but also shocked. I have been here for two days and have had my best sexual experiences ever.

What, does the agency prepare them in this respect as well?

"Are you okay?" I ask him again, for some reason.

He opens his eyes after several seconds as he rests the back of his arm on his forehead, defeated, tired, despondent. "Me? Are you okay?"

I smile spontaneously because it is exactly the answer I wanted to hear. "Never been better, I guess." Then I lift myself off him, who is still partially hard as the humors slide between my own and his inner thigh.

"Really?"

"Have doubts?"

Jake looks worried, but then also manages to smile. 

"Shall we go shower?" He proposes, as if nothing had happened. 

I, who had bent down to pick up my t-shirt from the floor, turn away shocked. "Together?"

"It's quicker."

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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 in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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"I'll wait for you to sober up a bit." Sighs Jay, laying towels on my arms doorways toward him.

I sincerely laugh, visibly nervous. "They call you mr. kindness?

"Look at your condition, doing it now…. - he tells me, lowering his gaze as he strokes my cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline of my humble t-shirt with his index finger. - It would be so easy."

"I don't have to if I don't want to." I remind him, dazed, now less by the alcohol than by him.

My breath is suddenly short, even though I'm not looking at his face I can see his neck, his pronounced jaw, the way his skin fills with breath, puffing up his broad chest, even too much seen so closely.

"True, but since you won't be able to refuse for another four days, I'd really take it - he explains almost in a whisper, as his fingers move over my neck, then pick up strands of hair to tuck behind my ear - on the personal."

"Not… care."

"Do you really want to lose your only ally here? In fact, the strongest."

I smile amused, isn't she going to have inferiority complexes or something? The situation in the house didn't seem that desperate at all, but it's true that I haven't spent even twenty-four hours in here and Jay doesn't seem like a fool to me, though, I mean…

I suddenly lift my gaze: shouldn't I think better of it instead? After all, I'm going to sleep with someone else sooner or later anyway, and it's not certain that "this" is intended as a bargaining chip for others as well - so if there really was a strange situation in this apartment, I could at least think of myself with an ally.

"Do you understand? You will give weight to my words when you see it."

"What's going on? I can still … try to get out of it…."

"That made you give up so quickly? And I was trying to persuade you nicely." He grins in surprise.

I shift my eyes in embarrassment. "You're putting pressure on me."

"I know." He says, and his hands begin to slide down my exposed arms. His touch is slow and heavy, I can feel every millimeter of my body under his fingertips.

"T-Then stop doing that."

"I think I will - he says. - If that's the situation, I should just take advantage of it, right?"

How? How dare he? First he offends me, then he calls me an object practically, then he decides to take such liberties, like lifting my t-shirt a few inches from my bra, and in all this, I don't react. It's not the alcohol, I know.

I can smell him perfectly, it's not perfume, he smells like a man. He hasn't showered yet, probably, but his fragrance is aphrodisiac as it penetrates my nostrils and seems to engulf me in a spell.

And to say they make a lot of memes about his hygiene - if only they knew how untrue it is!

Jay grabs me by the hips, lifts me onto the sink. Before he kisses me he looks at me, perhaps still seeking my consent, but my eyes are already full of him and I don't care enough whatever he thinks of me to pull back. I'm the one who instinctively pushes my lips against his, he doesn't pull back either, instead he tightens his tapering fingers behind the back of my neck, pressing my head against his face.

He bites my lips, caresses my hips, kisses my neck. I barely catch my breath between kisses, he's especially passionate, I don't quite understand what's going on but I feel like I'm on fire, like I have a fever. Deep down, I didn't think I could ever be in a situation like this, realistically.

To be able to see the pores of his skin, to feel his touch, to know what his lips taste like, it's all simply divine.

"Are you at least good at it?" He whispers, pressing his mouth to my ear as he clings to the elastic of my black leggings.

"Let's hope so." A shy tone comes out in my voice.

I hear him chuckle, it's pleasant, I don't know why.

"Hold on to me." He says, handing me his shoulders to which I meekly cling, he uses the opportunity to slip off my pants, I am left in my underwear in seconds. He looks into my eyes, then at my breasts, I feel it even fuller and more beautiful under his eyes, then he places his hand on my hip, grasping it.

"Don't… look at me like that." I whisper with shame.

"I like it to the point of annoyance."

I stare at him, feeling like smiling but for some reason not following my instincts. "Really?"

"I don't tell lies."

He unhooks my bra and caresses my modest breasts with his cheek. He bites the nipple rather aggressively, to the point that I gasp in pleasurable pain, but he abruptly uses his tongue to treat the wound, and only confused, stifled moans come out of my mouth.

"Really? From now on," I say, bravely sinking my fingers into his hair, clutching him to my chest for him to keep licking, to make me gasp like this, "if you tell even one lie, I won't believe anything you've told me."

"The all-or-nothing rule is fallacious, you know?" He asks, amused, as he sucks my breast, squeezes it, massages it.

I am completely defeated, voluntarily surrendering to his will.

After taking me in his arms like I don't weigh, he pushes me against the wall. We kiss again, and I am increasingly addicted. His kisses are impetuous, his tongue is expert, moving slowly, and as a few drops of pleasure slip between my thighs I can feel his fingers exploring my intimacy.

He puts in only two but they are enough to make me gasp again. I cling as if desperately, I don't do it on purpose, but it is hard to enjoy so much in such a position, and although his grip is firm and he holds me even with his leg as his swollen sex rests in my thigh, I still feel precarious.

He's different from all the guys I've been with; it's like I'm experiencing new sensations. It's not like I've never had a one-night stand with a beautiful boy, as in this case, and it's nothing more than that (aside from the fact that he is an established celebrity from one of the most famous bands in South Korea), sure, but maybe deep down I'm living every fan's dream of this guy.

I'm not a little girl anymore, I delude myself it's different but this situation is really dangerous, didn't the Hybe agents foresee this? I find it hard to believe that a rich, independent woman would still be able to handle something like this.

What if I became so infatuated with them that I wanted to ruin them? Well, maybe the Hybe goons would kill me.

But maybe that's okay, because then the woman loses so much value that she can never be anything to them - or even a problem for the company. What will remain will be the end of a delulu era and a few tears, but it will still be a funny page in my life, albeit a dangerously borderline one.

"I'll put it in, okay?" He says, pressing his lips to my cheek, he's laughing, still doing it.

I nod, lost in him now.

"You don't talk much, during…" He says, as I feel him rest his cock on my opening, then willingly let it slip a little between my large lips, which moisten it.

"I would just say - I moan, surprised to feel him enter suddenly and before I can finish the sentence, using my fingernails to grip his bare skin - obscenities."

"I want to feel them."

Man, man.

It's a little girl thing, isn't it? My heart is pounding.

I don't have time to notice because his pelvis literally punctuates the rhythm of my breathing, I feel him enter me with ferocity, it's as if he uses his whole body to pound into me, I feel full to my sternum.

I hold on tight, I don't want him to stop, I really don't want him to stop.

"S-Slower…" I try to say, slurring my words.

"And why?" He whispers amusedly, as if he already understood.

It sounds bad to say I'm desperate, doesn't it? I am desperate because of him, I never want him to stop, I need this moment to last longer, I want to feel him in my belly, along with the butterflies I haven't had in so long, he shakes them all.

He lifts me abruptly, to better weld his grip, but what I sense is only how he pulls his length out of me, inserting it again and abruptly inside me, trembling because of him.

My breathing is desperate, my gaze blank, he is desperate. He's not lucid either, I can see it in the way he squeezes his eyes shut, the way he breathes erratically, the drops of sweat that bead his forehead, too focused on the pleasure we are sharing.

Is the clock still ticking? I don't understand it, I don't know anymore.

"Ah… Jay… - I swallow, my mouth is full of saliva, like I'm hungry, resting my chin on his shoulder as his steady, assaultive strokes bounce me back onto him holding me by my thighs, resting his hands on my buttocks as he steals one kiss after another - more…more…"

"Please ask." He whispers so close to my ear again.

"Ple…please …"

He means it, maybe because I asked so pitifully, but he manages to go even faster than he has so far, and I don't understand how he doesn't sound the least bit tired after all this time holding me up.

I can't control my voice anymore, I feel him deeper and deeper inside me, the more he moves the more my breathlessness increases. It may be because he is a dancer, a professional, but what kind of stamina is this?

I can't even control my body anymore, I start to convulse, I need to stretch, he's going too fast, so fast I can't even hear my own thoughts. I see him take on a strange expression, very focused but also in pain. I am too focused on his beauty to realize it - ""luckily"" he notices and puts me down.

He's pulled it out, holding his majestic cock with his hand, breathing deeply. I am confused, guilty.

I was too involved to remind him that I take the pill on Hybe's orders.

I look at him wearily, as strands of hair dampened by sweat and the warmth of the bathroom, which normally shouldn't have such a high temperature without even having bathed, slip past my distraught eyes.

"Oh, what an ass." He says in a relieved tone.

"W-What?"

"I didn't want to come yet." He explains.

Yes, it's great, but I can't look away. What is… that stuff? Was it really that big? Is that why I felt it all the way to my sternum? Should I stop staring at it? I can't, anyway.

"Do you like it?" He asks, still holding it up and turning his body toward me.

Guilty.

"So what do you say…" with his gaze he points to his cock, big and veiny, perhaps the first I've seen of this kind, in Korea.

He doesn't say anything else, his smirk is enough for me to realize that I will bend on my knees, prostrate myself to him helplessly, it doesn't matter anymore who he is, or I am, there is nothing else in this moment, in the world.

It is strange, my heated skin makes contact with the cold floor but not a shiver. The heat is inside my body, burning like a forest has just been given to the stake, every inch of my skin is on fire because of him.

I can smell my scent mixed with his as soon as I take him in my hand, and as I languidly lift my gaze to his, Jay caresses my head. He doesn't push it, he doesn't need to, he knows I'll do what I can, I want my lips to be able to touch his pubes, although judging by the thickness and partly by the length, that will prove to be a tall order.

"Good." He says, as I begin to lick him, moving his hand from my hair to my face.

Why? That annoying fluttering again. No Amanda, don't let your daddy issues take over, deal with it in a mature way, don't brood over it.

I do what I can, it's not easy to take it all in my mouth, my hand tightens around the base, moving with the movement of my lips, for a second I swallow over half its length, and a second later I pull it out with difficulty, as lines of saliva build bridges between me and him. I want to go deeper, I want to have more.

I hear him moaning, differently than before, now he is not exerting any force, pressure, he is completely free to surrender to the pleasure and as he lifts his chin making almost guttural sounds, I can only continue, inch by inch, to have more and more.

Perhaps I don't want him to think me inexperienced, perhaps I want him to have a good memory of it so that I can once again take advantage of him, of his body.

When I suffocate, literally, because of him, I see him burst out laughing as gently pulls my head away from his sex. "You did good, now let me do it."

Did he laugh at me? I failed, I guess.

And so he grabs both my hips, spinning me around, this time my back is to him and I can't look at his face, a little sorry. At the same time, however, feeling him knead my ass, as his intimacy presses against mine again, reddened and swollen, because of him, erases all doubt.

"Are you on the pill?"

"A-Ah… - I stammer, continuing to do so in front of him, starting to annoy me - yes."

"That's great. You know, you shouldn't tell other people…" He advises me, though it doesn't have the dispassionate tone of a recommendation at all, but of threatening advice, as he plunges it into my humors, suddenly.

I groan, it's inevitable. "M-Maybe I will, m-m….maybe I won't…"

That no from me is enough for him to gather my hair, twisting it in his hand, tightening it like a rope, pulling it, but I feel no pain. "Now you don't beg anymore?"

He pulls me to himself, arching my back I can feel his size even more, inside my belly, inside my body. "No…"

Jay doesn't answer, at least in words, because he begins to charge animalistically into me, he is more comfortable, he can force his legs up and you can feel it all, the force I mean. My body bounces like lifeless on the rhythm of the song that produces his. Yes, because his every movement is music to me at this moment.

After long, intense minutes, what comes out of my mouth are inhuman verses, a mix of tiredness, weakness and total addiction. My body is devastated, because of him. I feel like convulsing, he holds me by the arms, I have my cheek resting against the now-warm marble of the sink.

I hear him gasp louder, then hold back, I know what is happening, I can feel it because my belly has just warmed up. After a long stream of warm pleasure inside me, Jay stays still, breathing or trying to at least.

I am exhausted, to the point that as soon as he slides out of me, I fall to my knees. I am devastated, physically as much as psychologically, because it hasn't felt this good in a long time, no, maybe it never has. It's a first for me, in a way.

"Are you… okay?" He asks me, as he lifts up his black pants, which have fallen to his ankles the whole time.

"Yes…"

"Really?" He holds out his hand to me, seeming to recover.

I still have his humors dripping down my inner thigh, but he looks at me as if nothing has happened. "Really."

Afterwards, he explains to me how to use the bathroom, we manage to talk normally, or rather, he acts normal, and this sincerely gives me the feeling of being a colleague, wanting to be nice. I spoke little, still in shock.

"If I'm already asleep when you come back, wake me up. I'll move."

"I'll try not to." I smile weakly, still tired.

"If you touch me when you sleep, it's okay. Just not too close."

"I'm not going to-"

He freezes me, puts a finger over my mouth, presses it so that I stop moving my lips. "Lock up, anyway."

When I walk him to the door, Jay heads to his room but I can't help noticing there's someone else across the hall, I turn away when I sense his presence closer.

"Have you started yet?" He asks, surprised but amused, I think.

"Ah…no. I mean-"

"Even if you are here for that, you could have waited a while."

I was wrong, I'm a pest to him, too.

It's not that I'm surprised, they may be handsome and famous, but they are men, and men are strangely too equal to each other, as if in an unspoken camaraderie. There will be different ones and there will be good ones, I'm sure, but I haven't met any yet, so they must be very few.

However, being a fan myself, I feel bad about it. I mean, it's normal for me to feel bad about giving such an idea to people I like so much. Besides, I had a different idea about him, I thought that he himself would be the least critical - but why did I think that?

At the very least, I reflect, seeing them like this will make the mystical and pure aura that hovers around them fade away in my eyes.

"I do what I'm here to do." I answer him, suddenly fearless, my pride is blatantly wounded.

"It was just a advice, why do you get hot?" Heeseung asks, laughing and moving closer.

"I'm not warming up."

He is one step away from me when he stops. "Don't wear it, I read it ruins tits." He advises me again.

I chase the direction of his gaze, right - even though I'm dressed I'm not wearing a bra, and judging by my nipples, it shows. "But…"

"You wore it before, didn't you?"

Now I look him in the eye, it devastates me but I try to maintain some form of dignity by remaining serious.

I am too embarrassed to realize how beautiful he is up close.

"What do you want?"

"I'm giving you another advice."

I step back into the doorway, not quite lucid enough for him to make fun of me, and no matter how much just looking at him makes me feel like the center of a tornado, he's annoying me.

Heeseung puts his foot in the door before I can close it. "You don't listen to advice, do you?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Actually, I feel my privacy has been violated by a stranger."

"Then ask them to send me away, maybe they will listen to you. You're quite authoritative, aren't you? You're Lee Heeseung."

He smiles, as if pitying me, but why should he? "By the way, you said you were a fan, who is your bias?"

Ah. I didn't expect this one, he really changed the subject, putting me in an uncomfortable situation.

Suddenly my hands begin to tingle and my body to boil-essentially, by spending time with Jay, I have normalized that these people in front of me are Enhypen, and that I am still obsessed with each of them.

Why am I blushing? Am I an idiot?

"I don't have it."

"Liar, you took a long time to answer."

"N-No, I mean it."

"Ah, you don't say that because it's really me?" He asks me, with an innocent expression and a dazzling smile, I seem to melt in front of him.

I giggle in confusion. "You wish."

"So you don't want to go against the others? Is that why you won't tell me? Look, I'm not a snitch."

Is he trying to convince me as if I were a child? Ah, that's annoyingly adorable.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because it seems like an interesting experiment. An engene, in our dormitory, to have free access to every member - she nods, raising her eyebrows convincingly, I continue to stare at the perfect shape of her smiling lips - she will try to conquer her bias, no? I'd like to observe him."

I laugh, genuinely. Can I believe that he doesn't know? Or is it precisely because he knows that he wants to observe him?

Conquer? But who am I supposed to conquer in my situation? It's hard enough to find a normal guy with an open mind, should talented kids who expect everything to be owed to them be?

"Are you kidding me?"

"Just a little." His laughter fades into a warm smile.

And of course, he knows.

"So why did you want to know?"

"Because I'm curious, by nature I guess."

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you'll never get an answer."

He removes his foot, not seeming at all impressed by my knockout response, but whatever, I close the door without even saying goodbye. Now that I am finally alone, leaning against the sink again, I look at myself in the mirror.

My heart is about to burst, my brain is the on the verge of its worst short-circuit, my muscles are trembling.

Did this really happen? All of this? With Jay? With his…body? And that fits into the korean standard? What about Heeseung? Wasn't he a little too handsome? I can feel it, at this rate I'll end up going crazy.

NEXT CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 4

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr

[JAY] “🐈‍⬛ day celebration 2”