THE ENHYPEN HOST || 3

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 3

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

PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN

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.

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

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

Your body in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

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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,

"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.

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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”

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 11

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

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|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS FIRST TRAILER: || Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS I had prepared

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || Trailer

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS I had prepared this trailer in my native language, but unfortunately it doesn't work

PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN 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. GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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

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

I don't know how long I slept, I only know that when I wake up Heeseung is watching me sitting in his gaming chair. He looks at me biting his fingernail, but then he notices that I am awake and removes his finger from his mouth.

He was tapping his foot, he is nervous, but why?

Oh my God, I didn't think of that! I'm lying on his bed like it's completely mine, it's probably getting late and he'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I touch my eyes, they are smeared with dried mascara and burning.

"How are you?" He asks me, but he seems distracted.

"Sorry... how long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour."

He is cold, I can sense it, and he is nervous as well. Every time I find myself alone with him, I discover a new side of his real personality, and that scares me.

"I'm sorry, really." I say, standing up and holding down the skirt of the little dress with my hands.

He stands up, looks at me, stops me from walking out the door to the bathroom, where it would be better to go now. "No, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He doesn't answer right away, he is so strange.

Then suddenly he says "How are you feeling? Are you sick? Tired? If you're-" he stops when he realizes I'm looking at him so intently, maybe with languid, reddened eyes from the smoke and mascara, then I realize it too and lower my head.

"No, I'm fine." I say, under my breath.

After all, he behaved well today, I guess... was too hard on him, I realize, and why then? When I saw him in Jay's room, with that heartbroken expression, my heart really crumbled. It's as if I love him, really, but ... in a different way? Is it possible?

Perhaps because in my eyes he is simply unreachable. Perhaps because I know that nothing can ever bridge our gap, genuinely loving him is the only way I would feel entitled to turn my attention to him. I am but a fan; he is a mirage to me even now.

"Are you sure?"

"If you want to, it's fine for me. - I answer honestly, unable to look at him. - If you don't want to, that's fine for me anyway."

He doesn't answer me for so long that at one point I can't help but lift my gaze. Is he.. surprised?

How beautiful he is. So beautiful.

All I get to say when I look at him is handsome, handsome, handsome -- with the vowels open and full, like my heart and eyes when he is in front of me.

Heeseung is simply too much for me.

"You said you weren't feeling well."

Why does he insist? It's not like I'm the one asking him to fuck. I look at him nervous and confused.

"Look, I'm not the one who asked you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

He seems about to speak but then stops, what's wrong with him? Is he upset because he has to sleep with me? Or does he want to sleep with me? Or even worse, would he like to be wooed by me?

With Jake it was different and natural, but with him I just paralyze, I know he is just playing with me but I am completely alarmed because of him.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want to be left alone."

"What bed would you end up in if you did that? Jay's? - He asks me, suddenly serious. What's wrong with him? - Or at Sunghoon's?"

"Ridiculous." I say, trying to get through the door to go wash up, since I am most likely a creepy sight.

Heeseung holds me back, saying nothing for a while, then I don't either. "Since you're okay, let's do it."

I swallow, is he serious? Do we really do it?

Nah, it's not possible.

"I have to wash." I tell him, my voice trembling.

He smiles, but he doesn't look pleased. "Why? - He asks me, moving forward and forcing me to back away, while the door remains shamefully open. - You should be beside yourself with joy right now."

If something is about to happen again, I'd rather the other housemates from the hallway didn't see her as well, although no one is there right now.

Besides, if Heeseung wanted to use explicit and dirty language again, like his gaze now undressing me, his lips curled sensually, that little prince's nose turned upward, it would be better if only I listened to him.

"Let's play a game. - He tells me, picking up some of the mascara with the fingertip of his thumb, this actually helps me relax my eye a little. - It will be fun."

"What game?"

"A game...fun, I guess." He snorts, annoyed.

What is he, crazy? My hangover is almost completely gone but he doesn't seem to be, I move closer to smell near his neck and he just doesn't seem to expect it because he backs away embarrassed: yes, he's been drinking again for sure! The smell is too strong to be from an hour ago.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." He imposes himself, lovely.

I can't, it would be like.... like I taking advantage of him. Even though he's the one asking me, I just can't ignore the fact that I want him so badly, and that makes me feel guilty.

"In my opinion, yes, we can't do it under these conditions." I say, but he's really close and I'm forced to look at him now, stuck in his arms leaning against the wall I'm against.

The door is still open.

"I said it's okay. How do you come up with that? You're the one who should be afraid." He says and I get the shivers.

I can't face a conversation if he's so close to me, I don't know how I managed to talk to him this afternoon, maybe because I was seriously desperate and scared that he might rat me out, but looking at me now I look like a different person.

Maybe it's because this time he's not blackmailing me - it was my choice. I feel much more vulnerable because now I could seriously be rejected at any time and I don't know how I would react.

"You're not sober, so you're not even aware. You can't-"

It's okay to shush me like that, Lee Heeseung.

His lips taste like gin, and I really hated it before I tasted it from him. The bitterness of the booze becomes saliva slipping between our tongues, I can feel myself glowing again, for a second, as I drink straight from him.

It is dirty, vulgar the way he kisses me, I like it.

"Stop me now because I might not later." He whispers, once again asking me to stop.

Why should I stop? Why would I want to?

This pastel orange hair, thin and light, slips through my fingers, I don't pull it, but I want to so badly. Since he started kissing me, he doesn't leave me for a second, however, he doesn't proceed with the talk, he waits patiently for my answer.

"Do you.... do you want me not to tempt my favorite member at all?" I say it under my breath, there is still the door open.

Maybe I could have avoided saying it. I should have just remained silent, and that, for me, would have been enough because I would never have admitted it anyway. But in front of Lee Heeseung, this masterpiece of a human being in every respect except just the human one I guess (but still less than Sunghoon! Much less!), I lose. I just lose.

How can he act surprised? Why does he waste his time deluding me?

"Did you..."

"Let's forget it."

"Why didn't you do it earlier?" He asks me, all of a sudden angry, a little funny though.

"Do what?"

"Tell me." He whispers.

"What does it matter, after all?" I ask, with a slightly undone smile.

He doesn't answer, rightly so, not that I expected anything else. At this point he is no longer kissing me, he has pulled away and sighs in frustration. What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do? Try to console him gently?"

"You are... a mess." He tells me.

I become stiff, surprised but also hurt. I know I'm a disaster Heeseung, I know it's a disaster to be here, but my reputation is now completely compromised, the eight of us would have nothing to do in the future anyway, and I'll be taking off a big debt, it's okay, I've already accepted it.

I'm the one with the most regrets as of now, I assure you.

"I'm sorry." I reply, not sure why.

He turns around, looking at me interdicted. "Why do you apologize? Why don't you get angry like you do with Sunghoon?" He asks, after finally closing the damn door.

I sigh relieved. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"

Really, I don't understand him tonight. He's strange, he's confused, he doesn't even know what he's doing. He wants to fuck me, but also insults me, then gets offended if I get hurt and tells me to fight back!

"Heeseung, what is it?" I ask him surprisingly naturally.

He sighs. "We have to play." Why is he so heartbroken as he says this? What, he doesn't like me but wants to take advantage of his turn? Is it like something like this?

"To what?"

"You know? I can do a lot of magic tricks, unfortunately I'm also good at it." He tells me expressionless.

I smile because it's strangely awkward and cute to say something like that at such a time. He looks at me in annoyance, and it's still cute. I see him pull something out of his pocket, then he asks me to turn around.

"What is it? Will you blindfold me?"

"I know you want to watch, since this is the first time with me, but this is essential for it to happen - he says after stop him for several seconds - the.... magic."

"Am I scared?"

"I hope not."

I let him put on the mask, all right, let's see what kind of magic Heeseung has in store for me. After putting it on, positioned behind me, he starts kissing my neck, touching my hips, squeezing them.

I can smell his shampoo and the smell of his cologne mixing beautifully as he moves my hair with his chin, caressing the nape of my neck with his lips and then biting it.

"Are you still scared?"

"I guess not."

He steps in front of me, I can tell he is removing his shirt, I desperately want to see but I am motionless in front of him, even a little embarrassed. He lifts my mask, looking me in the eye.

"Be very careful." He says and then kisses me, holding my face with his big hand.

The way he uses his tongue, the way he uses it so much when he kisses, pulling it away to make me want it before he puts it back in, makes me feel really depraved. I want him to be even more disgusting, even dirtier.

I could really let him do what he wants if he asked me right now. And he's just kissing me.

I can't resist, I'm really too excited, I don't think before I put my hand between my thighs. Oh god, that feels so good. I don't want to, I can't touch him, I have no right to, that's why I can only help myself.

I already feel submissive to him, I just want him to use me.

Heeseung puts his thumb along my tongue, forcing me to pull it out of my mouth, then he looks at me with subles eyes.

"You really are a little bitch..." He sighs.

What a shame, what a shame, but.... Heeseung pushes his hand on mine, moving it more intensely, faster, as he continues to kiss me, I am really too excited and I think it is also the booze's fault, it always does that to me. Maybe I'm not completely sober, actually.

"You really are the worst." He tells me, lowering the mask again and then biting my earlobe.

I can't see anything anymore, his naked chest is a distant memory, yet I could observe him until a few seconds ago. I don't understand anything, I just know I want more. I tie my arms around his neck, he holds me by the hips, I get shivers.

We're going down for real now, Heeseung and I, there's no way I can regret it or deny him. I feel really close to him, and although I recognize they are only fantasies, I can only exploit them as long as I am allowed to.

I want to be close to him, I want to him keep touching myself, and I want to be able to do it too. Tonight I will experience probably my greatest desire, I just have to think about enjoying it.

I realize only now that it will hurt more afterwards than other times. There is something strange and morbid that binds me to him and this only becomes clear to me now.

If I rejected him today, it was because I was shaken, because... I was protecting myself. I don't know if I can fuck Heeseung and also remain mentally lucid for the rest of my stay here, but at this point... I'm not going back. What's the point?

It's over now.

Even the TXTs know that I am a host, any remote possibility has vanished for good. I just have to let myself sink into Heeseung, I can accept it as compensation, let's say.

By now his hand has taken over, he is practically masturbating me while I continue to moan, clinging with my palms on his broad shoulders.

Now that I can't see him, but only sense him through touch, it feels like a mountain in front of me.

I am not so petite, but using my palms to explore his bare, smooth skin, I realize that perhaps, unintentionally, I underestimated his body by having it all the time in front of me, even uncovered!

Emotions soiled moments that could have been different. We could have fucked right from the start.

"Tell me you only like me." He orders me, as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers, now inside me.

It is complicated for me to talk, but I will do whatever he wants tonight. "Only you, since always."

"Really?" He asks and I can't tell if it's part of the game or he's really surprised.

I'm enjoying it too much to think clearly anyway. "Yes - I say, opening my mouth and making a sharp sound as I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. - Only you."

"Have you ... ever touched yourself, thinking of me?"

What is he saying? I keep panting but try to modulate my voice; I'm a little upset by this question. I don't want to answer or lie, but I find it deeply wrong that this could have happened (did happen).

"He-Heeseung..." I gasp, tired.

He begins to shake his hands inside my pussy, I can hardly stand. "Say it." He says, serious.

"No."

Silence, what is it maybe he thinks I might be sincere? Isn't it obvious that I'm lying?

"In my opinion you do." He says this stealing yet another kiss from me, wishing he would never break away.

"Don't... are questions to ask. It's private." I explain.

Heeseung takes me by the hips again, making me turn away and stand behind me again. He touches my breasts, then my buttocks, then pushes his erection against my ass.

"If it's true that you've always liked me, you should have no problem." He whispers in my ear as I notice as a shift of air inside the room, something imperceptible but I notice all the same.

Something has moved in the room, but it cannot be an object, so is it a person? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and Heeseung would have certainly chased away anyone who came in, so what's going on?

"Problem with what?" I ask as I feel him grasp my cleavage with his fingers, not a gentle touch. He grabs me tightly.

"With magic."

"What you are talking about?"

He doesn't answer, in fact, holding me by my dress he seems to twirl me slightly, but I don't understand why.

"This though, I'll take it off you." He says, before ripping it in two without even asking me! Is he crazy? It cost me like $30, and I'm poor!

Then he pushes me on the bed, but he just wants me to kneel on it, because with his thumbs and forefingers he has me by the nipples, it hurts, but I really like it.

"Ah..." I sigh, sore, he squeezes harder and harder, and I keep getting wetter and wetter.

"Does it hurt?"

"A-A... little." I admit quietly and hear sighing.

It wasn't Heeseung's sigh, it's too close, I would have heard it. Could I have imagined it because of excitement? I have to calm down.

"Just a little?" He asks, in that sweet, young, sadistic voice of his.

He squeezes even harder, and I feel an electric shock throughout my body. The fact that he does this likes me. "Ah!"

He bites my neck, hard, I can feel his teeth poking into my skin. "You understand that, don't you? That's how I touch you."

No, I don't understand. What does that mean? Does he want to hurt me or something? I'm not sure I'd back off..... but it would be nice to know first.

He kisses me where he bit, is healing, holding me by the waist, helping me bend at 90 degrees. He remains several seconds silent, I imagine he's watching me under the chandelier light, wondering if I'm shaved properly and what he's thinking. What if he notices that I'm no big deal and changes his mind? That would be devastating for me.

"Heese..." I try to say, to see if he's still with me, but responding for him, his cock penetrating deep from the start, I open my mouth surprised, emitting a moan.

"Yes?" He asks, holding me by the hip with one hand but massaging my buttocks with the other, as if nothing was wrong.

"When does... ah.. magic start? What is...this magic?"

"It has already begun." He sighs, displeased or perhaps offended.

I don't understand. He gasps under his breath as he starts going faster, I can't avoid it either. I can't fathom the size but if I feel him so deep inside me so normal he must not be.

I'm exhausted and we're just getting started. He pierces me, I don't even try to hide my moans, at best I limit them.

"Ah... Heeseung..." I pant again, surrendering to these wonderful sensations. It feels good, even if it makes me nervous not to see anything.

"Do you like it, little bitch? - He asks, leaving me pleasantly puzzled. - Maybe you like it a little too much." He says.

I love the way her sweet tone clashes with her language. It is perverse, strangely perverse.

So he spanks me, moaning in pain, surprised. He says nothing but just keeps fucking me as he gets harder and swollen, settling stroke after stroke inside me.

I hear sighing again, I didn't imagine it, this time I hear it perfectly.

"Amanda - calls me Heeseung - the mask.... you must never take it off."

"W-Why?" It's hard to talk as he goes on, how does he stay so calm?

"Will you?"

I don't answer right away, honestly I'm not very convinced, but I can't, I mustn't lose this intimacy by insinuating discomfort. I know it's not done, I know it's wrong, I know I should say no.. but he is Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Should I? I will if you ask me."

This time he's the one who doesn't answer right away, who knows what he's thinking and who knows why he doesn't stop for a second to fucking me. My legs are already trembling, I guess also from thrill.

"Don't... don't say that." He answers me, and I don't quite understand this response at the moment.

Someone is stroking my face, my hair, I shudder. Heeseung continues to fuck me from behind and I'm practically helpless, but I want to snap and take off my mask, even though I'd end up falling on my face, since I'm leaning on both hands and Heeseung's strokes don't allow me to hold on with just one hand.

"Heeseung! - I can call him, but just because of that he increases the pace even further, pulling me toward him from the hips and making it my whole body to let him in. - He...Hes..." I can't speak, it's magnificent.

Someone gets on the bed, it's obvious, I can feel the mattress tilting toward him but I'm in no condition to make any movement, it's Heeseung who sets the pace for my body. Heeseung helps me lift my shoulders even though he does so by holding me by the neck.

At this point, while he is still inside, I am up on the bed, though on my knees. I feel him enter me all the way to the stern, and I know it's creepy to say but he seems to be impaling me and my clear humors make the entry easier and easier so he can go deeper.

The hand that was stroking me, but had to stop when Heeseung pulled me to himself, moves my hair again.

Basically, Heeseung holds me by the throat, while the person in front of me (who in theory I don't know who is, but in practice an idea I would have), elegantly, pulls my hair aside, gathering it behind my ear, but then his fingertips slide down my face. He touches my nose, my lips, then with his other hand grabs my free wrist.

That's right, I'm free! Why can't I move anyway? Maybe it's because Heeseung is too inside and any movement now would make me wince in pain, but I love it, I love it to death.

"Wh...who...ar..." No, I just can't speak.

"I am Heeseung." Sunghoon answers.

Really? I would recognize his voice among a thousand, with what courage...ah...I deconcentrate, I don't reflect, Heeseung doesn't leave me time.

"W...wh...hat...."

He moved my hand to his crotch, it's swollen, it's big--I don't know if it's the pants, but I feel like I'm touching something really hard. How gross.

"Heeseung!" I can finally pronounce, but I'm not even able to close my mouth.

I don't understand, didn't he say he would never sleep with me? Has he already changed his mind? And why am I sad that Heeseung let him?

"There's the magic." He says again, I know, it's certainly Sunghoon.

"N...I don't...wa..." I try to say, trying to move my hand but it's no use. He pushes it harder, I can catch the bump with my full palm.

"You don't want to?" He asks quickly, Heeseung. His tone is alarmed.

Has he... betrayed me? No, we don't have that relationship.

However--if you let him do this to me, will you tell him everything else as well? And what does it matter right now? The worst thing, and the best thing, is that they are really fucking me together. If he's okay with it, why should I be the one to pull back?

But... he is Sunghoon, this is... Sunghoon's cock, under my palm, because in the meantime he has unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch him from above his underwear.

"W...why..."

If my mind is focused on the person in front of me, my body follows the rhythm of Heeseung's. The parts of me are disconnected, but they reconnect at the height of their cocks.

It is a terrible situation, and it is only the beginning, why am I so happy? I hate Sunghoon, I... I thought I could be alone with Heeseung.

"Don't you want to?" He asks again, close to my ear, and perhaps because of my panting, the person in front of me cannot hear.

"How... did you...ah! - I groan, feeling him enter more forcefully as I begin to speak. - Wh...Whit.. him..."

I don't have time to figure out if Heeseung has understood what I said, that the second Heeseung sticks my hand inside his boxers, and it's dry, hard, really hard. At the same time he kisses my neck, and it doesn't make any sense, I can smell Sunghoon's scent perfectly.

"Y-You suck!" I tell him, trying to pull away.

I hear him laugh, I amusing him. "Why?" He asks, holding my face still with his large hand.

Heeseung is exhausted, practically throwing me on the bed, breaking the contact between Sunghoon and me, luckily I don't hit my head but I guess he considered it. Breathing heavily, I can't see them but I get the impression that they are watching each other, or worse yet, watching me.

I feel like sitting up and going to lift my mask but I don't have the time because both wrists are being blocked by someone. Judging by the scent, it's Sunghoon.

"Do you like magic?" Heeseung asks, I hearing him far away.

"Really? With Sunghoon? Couldn't you ask Jake?" I rant, coming to my senses all of a sudden.

"Didn't I ask you if you wanted to continue? - Sighs the boy, seeming to approach the bed. - And does it sound like I asked anyway? Do you really think it was my idea?"

"Didn't you perhaps agree?" I immediately ask.

He shushes.

"Sunghoon? I am Heeseung." I hear him laughing, the bastard, holding me down as I am completely naked under him.

"Don't fuck with me!" I retort, garrulous.

"Then say you don't want to, it's your last chance. " Heeseung says this as if it were an ultimatum, and maybe it really is.

He seems to have reluctantly agreed -- but he has agreed, so it means they are more friends after all than it seems. Why should I refuse, then?

For him I was someone to share, then I will take from both of them. There is always a glass half full somewhere.

But then why am I sad?

I guess this is the first of many disappointments I should expect from him.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"No, I don't want to." Sunghoon does for him.

"What... You can't be serious! Do you remember what you said on the balcony like a few hours ago?"

"No, because I am Heeseung." He repeats, amused, as he has managed to lock both my wrists above my head, holding them only with one hand.

Sunghoon slips two fingers inside me; I'm already profusely moist, but they still do their fucking dirty work. I groan shyly not out of flirtatiousness, but because I really am embarrassed knowing he is watching me enjoy myself. Not Sunghoon, not him. Why am I not refusing to continue, though? Heeseung has asked me so many times.

Anyway, while the ice prince is holding me down, Heeseung is fiddling with something in his hands. Do you want to see that Sunghoon is holding my hands because the other one wants to tie them?

In spite of this, the minor's fingers do not stop, he never loses concentration but prevents me from maintaining it, while Heeseung is evidently tying my wrists. I was right.

"Stop! - I say, gasping. Sunghoon doesn't stop. - W-What are... ah... you doing?" I ask, but my voice comes out as high-pitched as a child's, and it's because of him that he gradually but rapidly increases the rhythm.

"You could have run away, but you stayed." Heeseung replies, sighing and tying the rope tightly.

Now I am seriously helpless, now I can neither see nor move. I am completely theirs, whatever they want to do to me, but that doesn't scare me (and it does) and I keep moaning until I lose my breath.

"You must really like Heeseung, since you even want two of him to fuck you." Says the other, after slipping his fingers out. I feel like he's licking them, but I don't see it.

"You're a coward."

He replies simply laughing, it's over.

I am grabbed by the hair, dragged to the edge of the bed to which I crawl with my hands tied in front of me. He doesn't hold me too tightly but it hurts a little, which makes my reactions more sincere.

If I look scared, it is because I am. If I look horny, it is because I am. Between my legs flows a pleasure I have never felt before, a pleasure offered to me not simply by as many as two, but what, people.

I am shallow, I am fine with that too.

On my left cheek rests human meat, thick, warm. A few seconds later the same sensation is repeated, I have two olympic rods resting on my face and practically covering almost its entire length. I guess it's just a bad taste dream, but not a bad dream.

He grabs me by the hair, the one on my left, but now I couldn't tell who it is. Being as brusque as the one who dragged me, I could think of Heeseung, but of Sunghoon I don't know, it could be the same.

He pushes his flat pubes against my face, which is literally obscured by their increasingly hard intimacies, one wetter than the other for obvious reasons, the one on the left for that matter. They rub them, forcing my lips to rest on them, but I don't really resist much.

I am tired because Heeseung has already given me an intense orgasm, and then Sunghoon, too, with his fingers, I am exhausted. What's the use of fighting anymore?

Have I ever wanted to fight?

First I am directed to the left, my mouth automatically opening to allow his cock to go in, as far as he wants.

"Maybe the ropes should come off." Sunghoon says, probably annoyed that he can't use my hands to masturbate.

"No need." Heeseung replies confidently.

His voice comes from the left, he is sure.

He facilitates my movement by pushing my head, even though he is about to choke me. I can hear his involved and enjoyful breathing as I take it in deeper and deeper, though really, I can't breathe.

It takes Sunghoon to pull me away, as Heeseung hardly notices. Violent the boy, eh? But Sunghoon certainly didn't help me out of kindness so much as because now it's time to make him enjoy.

Now, though inaccurately, I can make out something of the size and shape. Although they seem to me to be of a similar length, while Heeseung's maintains the same circumference from base to tip, Sunghoon's has a really thick tip, while the base is thinner, but only compared to the tip.

I could be wrong, of course.

"Oh, shit." Moans Sunghoon, who has put it all the way into me, all almost even his balls.

I try to wriggle out of it, unlike when Heeseung was doing it, I don't intend to choke at all for Sunghoon, and seeing how fast he's slamming into my mouth and throat, so excited is he, I seriously fear for my life.

I will admit, though, that hearing his voice panting because of me, after all he has said and did, makes me uncontrollably proud.

Proud of what then? Like it's worth it.

"Go slow." Heeseung seems to push him, and he actually pulls away from me.

"Don't push me - he says, in a really annoyed tone. - Okay, then you take it from here." He tells him, lowering himself slightly to pick me up.

What does he do? Where is he taking me? Help, I feel like I'm flying!

"Why don't you untie me? I won't take off the mask! Really!" I try to be convincing, but naked, blindfolded and tied up, it seems hard for them to find me believable.

Sunghoon throws me down, on the bed, now I'm on my stomach again, I can only cross my legs, bringing my knees together, trying to hide my pussy - who knows what the point is, then, at this point.

"If I untie you, the magic ends." Sunghoon replies.

Heeseung lets out an annoyed snort. "You really wouldn't take it off?"

I don't answer, surprised at the question.

No, but what qualms do I have when he was the one who sold me first?

"No."

"It was obvious you were enjoying it." Sunghoon comments, grabbing my legs and opening them forcefully. How shameful.

"Really, I won't take it off, but free my fucking hands." I plead with him (I don't), appealing to his common sense.

"Then what would be the point of untying you?" He replies, the bastard.

What do you want from me, Heeseung?

What does that mean? That I should take off my mask? And for what, to expose your friend, who you helped and brought into this situation?

If you really loved your fans now you wouldn't play with my heart.

This was our first night, but now Sunghoon just stuck his cock in me and it feels huge, maybe because my pussy is irritated from too many of Heeseung's strokes. Hoon has put his palms on my flat belly. He grabs me by the narrow waist, as opposed to my wider hips; I feel tiny little when I'm not.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised.

"You slut." It reminds me of Heeseung, and that turns me on even more.

Am I a slut? All right, then let's make there a reason to be called that. Sunghoon has already started fucking me, he's quieter than Heeseung and I sorry for this, but right now my target is him, who feels entitled to judge me when what's happening is only his fault.

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. I want it, I don't care.

"W-what are you doing?" Heeseung asks me, stupidly surprised.

"The slut - I say, but just then Sunghoon sinks his fingers further into my upper abdomen, pushing my body against his cock. - Ah...Ah! A-As you say!"

He doesn't respond right away; I can't imagine his expression. "Gross." He then says, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face, I feel the warmth of his body tickling my neck.

He says so but wasted no time in filling my mouth again. His cock is so much-long, paying attention to it. In this position I feel it even longer.

Gross? I'm the one to say it!

In fact, speaking of which, after tonight in Heeseung's room I don't even sleep there anymore. He stabbed me and sold me, gave me to Sunghoon of all people, I'm sure it's him, I don't have the slightest doubt. It is so obvious.

It's not okay for him to I think, reflect, he has to fuck me faster, unhinging every structure in my mind, invading it with pure pleasure, like his cock inside me.

"Ah!" I groan, with my mouth open.

Heeseung stops his pelvis, perhaps worried, seeming to remain a few seconds still as opposed to Sunghoon.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling it out with his hand.

But my mouth still cannot close, because the prince does not stop for a second. "A...Ah....He....he...Hees-seung-ah!"

But what do I do? Do I call out his name while I'm enjoying myself for someone else?

It feels wrong, but it turns me on like crazy. This way I could try to make Heeseung feel guilty, and make Sunghoon angry, I see no downside.

Am I playing with fire? Definitely.

"Amanda..." Heeseung whispers, surprised, but I get the impression that Sunghoon heard the same, which is why he pulls me slightly, making himself more comfortable.

"How can you ... be so tight ... anyway?" Sunghoon asks, struggling, continuing to push.

It seems that the fool, in fact, didn't notice anything.

He was just thinking about fucking hard, okay.

"Shit." Heeseung curses, seeming to turn away because I sense the air shifting, but maybe not.

I'm all spasm, still clinging with both hands tied to the sheet, Sunghoon doesn't intend to slow down, and maybe, just maybe, that might be understandable.

After all, he wanted this, too, but he denied it and has tormented me until now just because-he wanted me? But him? Him who dating the most beautiful girl in the world, almost?

I don't know what's going on, all I know is that Heeseung walked away from me, silently, leaving me in the hands of this brute who literally grabbed me by the hips, to lift me completely.

Oh my God?

I'm forced to put my arms, remember as always tied, on his shoulders, and it's as if I'm literally tied to his body, since I have nowhere else to put my hands, but that's not this the problem!

The problem is that, now, I'm basically in Sunghoon's arms. I know it's him because he didn't even pull his dick out as he lifted me up, so I'm completely wet, but that's not enough for him.

He has wide hands, tapered fingers, which is why he can hold me up so well by my buttocks, managing to lift my body in rhythm with the strokes. Of course, to be big is big - I mean him! His body!

But not only that, though, here.

Fuck, I just don't think straight anymore. Why does he never stop? Why does he go on? Why do I like it so much? After all, he is still Sunghoon.

In all this, where did Heeseung go?

"You like it, don't you?" He asks, he is amused and has a calm tone, but how does he do it?

"I...I hate you." I manage to say, with tight lips, before indulging in yet another moan.

I feel so full, filled completely by his cock as it quickly slips out and into me. It is natural for me to tighten my pussy muscles but this has exactly the opposite effect to the one I hoped for.

I hear Sunghoon moan, it's horribly wonderful.

"Stop... I'm... - Am I mistaken or is he finally having trouble talking too? I'm squeezing too hard, I think. - Stop..." He's holding back, I'd pay to see his expression now but damn it I can't!

Do I want see him cum? Should I keep squeezing, or should... I let him continue? Either way, it sounds tempting.

"I said - he says under his breath as he approaches my face, and I can tell because his forehead touches mine - stop..."

His tone is serious, he is annoyed, yet I'm sure his lips are close to mine, I can feel his breath on my mouth, I can even feel him barely touch me with his lips, but he doesn't kiss me.

"I said.... - I gasp, tired, as through it all he continues to fuck me, at his own pace (a little slower) - Y-You sucks..."

"Why? What did I do to you?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Do...do have the...dare..." Oh no, he started again, just rested 20 seconds but already resumed making me jump abruptly on his cock.

"I am Heeseung." He replies.

But who is he trying to convince? Himself?

"Y...you...are..."

"Heeseung."

"Sungh-" I can't say it, because at this very moment, he decides, without asking permission at all, to empty his cum into me.

He did. For real. Before Heeseung. How dare he!!!

I am shocked, after like fifteen seconds of him cumming, because for this amount of time too tired, I simply collapsed on his shoulder. He doesn't throw me on the bed like I thought he would, even after he pulls his cock out of me.

He is...holding me? Am I wrong, or is he hugging me? Does he let me curl up on his shoulder? Why am I paralyzed?

Nevertheless, his now calmer breathing calms me. No, this is not how it should be, where the fuck is Heeseung?

"What the..." He asks, matter-of-factly. He seems to have just returned, but where had he gone?

Sunghoon grabs me with more confidence, I look like a little monkey. "What?"

The two exchange these short sentences, but then they say nothing else, and I don't understand. Seriously, what's going on? Are they perhaps using lip service to communicate? Even if I wanted to try to find out by touching Sunghoon's mouth, I'm still tied up.

Sunghoon chuckles, Heeseung does not. However, however, the latter positions himself behind me, in theory -- now Sunghoon should put me down and leave me to the shift owner, right?

Why does it seem obvious to me that it will not go like this?

"No!"-I shout, wiggling all of a sudden. - Don't think about it!" I say menacingly.

Heeseung quells my uneasiness by putting both hands on my shoulders and pressing down, as in a massage, only much more violently. Meanwhile he rests his face on my neck, biting it.

"To what?" He asks with great nonchalance.

"B-B... - OH NO, I'm at a loss for words, I'm ashamed to say it out loud, I'm also ashamed because in my current situation, it's not certain that they will believe me, or even listen to me, but this way... the situation would be conpllicated. - Behind..."

"Behind?" Sunghoon, who now shares my weight with the friend who helps him hold me up by one thigh, asks interestedly.

"Behind...no..."

A tiny voice comes out of me, a really childish voice, I don't do it on purpose, it's embarrassment. Am I really that shy in front of them? It doesn't make any sense.

The boy behind me slides his hand down to the joint of my buttocks, he is not afraid, but I am. He pushes a finger against my opening and I petrify, because I can't escape.

"Why?" He asks, his lips resting against my ear.

Sunghoon also approaches, kissing my neck but on the other side, how dare he? "I-I just say no!" I repeat, totally unprepared.

I'll be honest, it's like I'm a virgin. A few guys, when I was younger and inexperienced, tried to convince me to walk through that door but after trying a few times I threw in the towel. After three or four failed attempts, with different partners, I realized I didn't want to do it and wouldn't even consider it as an option.

It's okay that I'm involved, it's okay that I realize it's hard to say no to these two, but... I'm going to stick with my idea. That area is off limits.

"Don't tell me..." Sunghoon begins, in a truly surprised tone.

I don't respond. Honestly, it would be better to lie and say that yes, I tried it but didn't like it, but the truth is that I can't really say I tried it. The ones I experienced were clumsy attempts and ended up not even getting the head of the cock in because I interrupted them first.

Anyway, I don't think they will believe my silence. But why lie? Why say I did it if I didn't?

"Are you an anal virgin?" Heeseung asks even more shocked.

"Please." Comments the other.

"I said no." I conclude, however, by not answering the question directly.

"All right, you said no - Heeseung tells me, pushing his pelvis against my back, as if to make himself more comfortable. - So, I won't do it today."

I never said he can in the future.

"So..." I start to say, but he doesn't give me time to finish the sentence as he thrusts it into me, I groan in surprise.

Sunghoon moves one hand to catch his cock, I still can't fall down because Heeseung holds me too, and, guess what? He puts it in, too.

I scream, I really do. I think they heard me downstairs, too.

It wasn't a scream of pain. I mean, a little bit, yes, but not that much. This is the first time this has happened-this is the first time two guys have fucked me from my pussy! Yes, it hurts, actually not really pain as much as a strong burning and a feeling of boundless openness, we could say. It's wonderful, but terrible.

"W...Wha..." I ask, in my own way, but they have begun to move, strangely slowly.

"Not today." They whisper for some absurd reason simultaneously, one in my ear and one in the other.

"You're.... kidding! Fuck!" I moan, breathing deeply.

They are both moving their cocks inside me, I can feel their every movement even in the chaos that is happening inside my head and in my belly.

Heeseung bites my earlobe, it is as violent as ever, but pushed to the right spot. Sunghoon kisses my neck, licks it, sucks it. Their concentrated breaths sound like melodies to me, though unfortunately my not being able to fully contain my voice ends up partly hiding them.

I enjoy my moment of non-lucidity to say that I... simply.. won, tonight.

I don't care about anything, neither that Sunghoon is in front of me, nor that Heeseung allowed him to be there. I'm too involved, lascivious, given over to pleasure and flesh, their flesh, that I want to touch, squeeze, lick (I admit).

How does...also... Sunghoon get hard again? And Heeseung not already cumming, after all the time he fucked me before? Who cares. As long as I can enjoy in this artificial paradise, I won't ask myself any more questions.

"Fuck...fuck..." Heeseung repeats, what a wonderful voice, and who knows what eyes, what expression he's making now.

"So... - tries to speak the other, calm as the sea in August - you're a virgin in this way. So you're not..."

"Exactly the slut I thought." The older man concludes the sentence.

He keeps talking to me like this, and I swear, I can't. As if I wasn't enjoying it enough already.

Ah, straight men and their pathetic superstructures.

"I a...am instead." I answer, with difficulty.

Heeseung pushes him hard, firmly, into me. "Oh yeah?"

"Tha...thank t.. to you." I remind him, too.

He's the one who led me here, he acted like an animal but I will too, because I am, because we are. I won't make a big deal out of it because at least I can actually be a collaborator: functional and productive!

That's what he told me to do tonight, even though he said it between the lines.

He doesn't respond, even loses power and I can tell because he almost stops. Sunghoon must be surprised as well, but no, he does not stop, on the contrary he grabs my face and turns it toward him.

"Are you done.. talking? - He asks me, tightening his fingers, then grabbing my thigh better, he starts to deliver harder and harder blows and I can't hold back, the gasps are loud and well audible. - Be quiet now."

Heeseung doesn't seem to mind as he puts a hand around my neck, pushing me against his chest, I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder. "I made a mistake." He tells me under breath.

"A mistake?" Oh fuck, I'm not thinking straight anymore. Now the doe-eyed boy is fucking fast too, fucking fast and fucking thrusting as he squeezes hard on my neck.

"Fuck." He moans in an extremely sensual tone.

Sunghoon breathes deeper. "Not today." He remembers, for some strange reason.

Then both of them, almost at the same time, cum inside me and I am simply distracted. I have no control over my tired body, used and worn as an object at their disposal.

But I cannot resist, nor do I want to.

If on my left I feel Heeseung's breath, fresh and sensual, on my right I have Sunghoon's, who is trying hard not to moan too much.

I don't understand how they keep moving, though, despite coming, again.

"Fuck - gasps the younger one, moving inside my swollen pussy, from which cum spurts as they continue to thrust so deep - I'm hard again."

Again? Wouldn't that be, like, the third time for him? But Heeseung is hard too, I can feel it very well. By now I can't even tell how long it has been since they started fucking me, but even so, they offer me the added humiliation of continuing to fuck me while I am exhausted, defeated, in their arms.

They use me as long as their bodies will let them. Their cocks rub tightly inside me, despite their cumming, they still struggle to get it all in: this does not scare them, because they go beyond endurance by bashing my pussy shamelessly. They are opening me in two.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy, bitch." Heeseung whispers in my ear, biting it.

He groans contently. "You...you little slut..." Sunghoon joins in insulting me.

Why...do I like that?

I hear them make noises of complete concentration before Heeseung's fingernails sink into the skin of my thighs as Sunghoon gasps more intensely, the two of them cumming inside me again within a very few minutes.

My pussy is really wrecked, aching, dripping and dripping with their cum, so much of it between my thighs, inside my belly. I really feel like a slut and I feel anyway.... aroused, still, maybe even more than before.

After recovering from cumming, Heeseung laboriously lifts me from under his arms, canceling contact with Sunghoon by slipping his cock out of me, then he too comes out of me to put me down, I feel him nervously untie the ropes that have been tightened for too long around my wrists.

Am I free, am I really free?

I spontaneously hug Heeseung! Damn am I happy, however, a second later I realize I am raised on my legs without any support and literally end up on the ground.

My legs don't move and I feel like their cocks are still inside me, even though I know they are not. My inner thigh is covered with their semen spilling onto the floor.

One of them grabs me by the arms. Seeing how hard he squeezes his fingers, and how he throws me on the bed, I'd say it's Heeseung.

"Are you tired already?" Sighs Sunghoon, in a bored tone.

I swallow, I don't know if I can speak, my muscles are completely relaxed, I lie practically like a corpse as I try to think of how I could recover, physically and quickly.

"She's not that good, is she?" He asks again.

Heeseung doesn't answer right away, first taking my hips to lift me up so that I can be put in the most explicit position possible, that is, with my bottom raised in front of them.

Heeseung uses his thumb to spread my pussy from the labia majora, from which their cum flows faster.

"Wah." He comments, surprised, it must be really a lot.

"In my opinion, it's still not enough." Sunghoon wisely advises.

The only thing I can do now is to hide my face in my arms, curl in on myself, and repent. Repent bitterly for every single choice I made today.

I won't take off the mask this time just because I really don't want to see Sunghoon. I will imagine that I did it with Heeseung and his brother, but I cannot, now that I am slightly lucid, accept that I fucked Sunghoon, just with him!

Besides, now they know that I am anally virgin and the fact that they may have some kind of greater sympathy for me because of that makes me nervous.

I should have refused from the beginning.

But my body is lifeless now, I can only clutch at myself while the two of them probably look at me confused...I really don't know if I'm regretful, but I certainly feel great shame.

"Hey, do you think you're done?" Sunghoon asks me.

Heeseung sighs. "Shut up. Will you stop, Amanda?" Heeseung really spells my name wrong.

What good would it do to refuse me now, anyway? If it would take me back in time, I might even think about it, but at this point that I find myself full of their pleasure, is there anything I could fix? Not anymore.

I am sad, but there is no reason why I should.

I have to pull myself together, I'm pathetic right now. I have already hit rock bottom.

I lift myself up on my legs and my arms, even though I am stunned and staggering, crawl toward their voices.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, under my breath, not sure where I'm looking.

I hear someone swallowing but I wouldn't know who it is. "W-Why?" Asks Heeseung.

I take a long, long breath, remaining silent for several seconds, then kneel on the bed. With my hands I pick up my breasts, squeezing them, then I lift my head and stick out my tongue.

More. Give me more.

That's what I'm thinking, nothing else. The smell in the air, the fragrance of their bodies between perfume, body creams, cologne, sweat, fills my nose, I really feel under a spell.

My body is sore but wants to go on. Then again, it moved automatically to go back to them - congratulations Amanda, good choice now that you are also free.

"Oh shit." I hear Sunghoon say, but Heeseung seems to reach past him to abruptly grab my hair from the nape of my neck.

He immediately thrusts it all the way into me, gasping when it is completely inside my throat. He doesn't waste a second, doesn't hold back, starts to abruptly fuck my mouth.

I have taken it so many times and so deep that I almost don't even have esophageal reflux anymore. Thank you... Heeseung? I would say thank you Enhypen. Hahahaha... it's tragicomic, absurd.

"Fuck, you're really... oh... - can't finish the sentence, too engrossed, as my lips end up kissing his pubes, so much goes down. - Oh fuck."

Sunghoon must not like being hands-on so he grabbed my hand to make me squeeze his cock. Oh man is he big.

As I move my hand to pleasure him, he uses his larger one to guide me. He squeezes it in an almost romantic way, even though he just wants to dictate his pace, however I am not completely immune to this almost holding hands.

Does this make sense? Certainly not, given everything he's done to me, and I'm not talking about bullying! I'm talking about the fact that I would have been pregnant twice, because of him, if I didn't use the pill-so why does it excite me if our hands touch? Hello? Hello? This is Sunghoon.

However.

Heeseung dazzled me, I was worried and worried about him, but then he immediately sold me. On the contrary, from Sunghoon's point of view, he wanted to buy me at all costs.

Am I fantasizing again?

Honestly, I am still sad about Heeseung. Too many emotions! Enough!

Let's focus, as much as possible, since Heeseung is clearly raping my mouth and throat, on what we are touching. It feels... good?

As I suspected, Sunghoon's cock at the base is tighter, but tight that I almost can't close my hand anyway, let's not talk about the top part that is unnaturally swollen and thicker. God, how I'd like to see that.

At one point, Heeseung being on the verge of cumming, he chokes me with both hands to take every last inch as he abruptly thrusts his pelvis toward my face, cumming again, this time in the back of my throat.

"Fuck...what a whore..." He gasps wearily, pulling it out.

I practically cling to Sunghoon's member as I cough and spit out what's left of Heeseung's cum, forgetting to keep moving my hand. Sunghoon then clutches my wrist, pushing it away, and while my mouth is still open, with Heeseung's drops of pleasure sliding down my sides, I get choked again by Sunghoon.

He thrusts his cock all the way in, using his hand to push the back of my neck, instead of clinging wildly to my hair like Heeseung.

"Swallow this too, whore." He tells me as he literally uses me to jerk off a few seconds before filling my esophagus and spraying his cum inside me for the fourth time.

After coming though, he still won't let go of me; he continues to keep his cock inside my mouth.

"Yes, I should make you choke - he tells me, startling me, under his breath, but then he pulls it out and it is completely covered with cum and saliva - but I will be good." He concludes, then rubs it all over my face, until he gets it into the mask.

He knows that this way I will be able to see him, and in fact, for very few moments, partly because I can't keep my eyes open as he literally rubs his cock all over it, filling my eyelashes with cum, I can spot not only his involved expression, not only his wonderful erotically parted full lips, not only his relaxed eyes, but also his broad shoulders, his chest, his collarbones. He is shirtless.

Shit, I got some in my eye! What a burning.

I don't make any cry of pain and he doesn't notice, so I can still observe with my good eye still fully impaled, I can see Heeseung looking at him with his arms folded, he's contrite and he's also beautiful as he bites his lip looking at us, like an envious child.

So cute...

"Yah! - He says to me, when I inadvertently cross his gaze with my eye, then pushes Sunghoon who by now was almost enjoying doing it. He puts my mask back on. - Don't look."

"No need - Sunghoon explains, moving the hand he has always held from my wrist, letting me rest it on his chest. I imagine I've just imploded. - You can touch anything you want."

Can I really? No, wait, I shouldn't want to.

I withdraw my hands, offended, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping tiredly and with my throat clearly irritated. Damn but how much is there? And to say I swallowed a lot of it. And then how disgusting, I'm covered.... covered by Sunghoon.

"Have you... - I cough, it's all over me - are you done?"

"No." They answer in unison, very, very quickly.

"Again?" I ask, honestly surprised.

"I think we have a winner." Heeseung says.

"What?" Sunghoon asks.

"She knows."

A winner? You're not going to tell me-that she's really talking about-that stupid question she asked me today? About who was better? Are you kidding?

"Are you serious?" I don't believe it.

"Why?" He asks amused but uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks, annoyed.

"Heeseung knows." I reply fearlessly.

Too fearless, as Sunghoon grabs me by the cheeks with one hand, forcing me closer to him.

"Heeseung has forgotten, say it again."

"He would not forget it- I try to speak, though with my cheeks pressed I express myself very badly - him."

"Never mind - Heeseung says, removing his friend's hand. - Maybe, in fact, we should stop."

He changed his mind, huh? Yet his "no" before seemed much more spontaneous.

Sunghoon laughs. "No, the magic ends when the other Heeseung disappears." He replies, climbing onto the bed.

I'm forced to move but I don't have to do it alone, because Sunghoon's hands, along my body, guide me so that I'm on top of him, lying between my legs.

Wow, I can feel his still-hard cock throbbing on my exposed intimacy, now on top of his. "I'm not done yet." He says.

"But Heeseung has finished..." I try to say, not because I really want to dissuade him, I know what he's going to do and I don't think I'll run away, as much as to annoy him.

"Yah, it's late!" Heeseung complains, adorably, however, in the meantime he gets on the bed too.

Sunghoon does not listen to him because, taking me by the waist and pushing a palm on my back, he brings my chest closer to his face. Oh....... oh......

So this is how Sunghoon uses his tongue, the same way he is licking halos of my nipples. He goes around them quickly, he's not a biter, he sucks, oh fuck if he sucks.

Heeseung wants something too, so he twirls my head to kiss me. Oh, his kisses are full, slimy, really dirty, it violates me more his tongue in my mouth than Sunghoon's on my breasts, which he squeezes, lifts, massages, as he keeps sucking them.

Heeseung doesn't want to wait any longer, so he puts it in first. As he continues to kiss me, my back resembles a C. My neck stretches unnaturally to get a little more of the ace lips, the center, the most talented member, probably. At the same time, my uncovered breasts are greedily consumed by the purely erotic licks directed at them by Sunghoon, who surely felt no sentimental involvement whatsoever in this situation, unlike me. And then, between my legs, as Heeseung enters in and smashes through, stroke after stroke, the few remnants of my dignity, he thrusts his cock in again as does Sunghoon.

God, it's horribly magnificent but...they should stop, at this rate....

"Ah!"- I gasp, loudly, Sunghoon grabs the back of my head bringing me closer to his face, rests his forehead against mine again as he continues to thrust harder and harder on his erection again. As well as Heeseung's, which seems to be going harder than the first time, he also seems angrier as he grabs onto my shoulders to thrust, plowing into my pussy with more vigor. - Ah...Ah...it's...enough...." I say this in a whisper, but the boy in front of me can hear perfectly.

"Enough?" Sunghoon asks.

Heeseung grabs me by the hips, Seunhoon pulls me by the face. I know he wants to kiss me, I'm sure of it, because he keeps brushing his lips against mine--and yet....

No, he doesn't kiss me. Heeseung doesn't let him, pulling me closer to him, but I don't think he would have done it anyway. I'm okay with it.

I don't mind. I can have their bodies, but never again, in this life, their love.

In fact, I could have played it better, couldn't I?

Maybe they would have allowed me to stay even if I hadn't given myself to anyone-or would I?

Sunghoon bites with his lips in the center of my neck, while with his teeth, Heeseung bites the cartilage of my ear, massaging one of my breasts. I seem to be enveloped by hands, more than four, of eight.

I begin to blur the sensations.

"St...sto....stop..." I try to say, suddenly emotional. What the fuck is going on!

Heeseung stiffens, I can feel it, but he keeps moving slowly, Sunghoon doesn't seem to care. "Shut up, whore..."

I start to mumble, between moans, oh no, what the hell is wrong with me, really? I feel like crying. Not here, not now.

Heeseung is the first to do something, removing my mask but making sure that I rest the back of my head on his shoulder again, this way my gaze is turned toward the roof.

"It's okay." He whispers, suddenly clasping his hands on my shoulders.

Sunghoon also makes a really primal cry, sinking his fingers into the skin of my hips as he pushes me.

They have come again, together.

But is this normal? Does it work like friends who simultaneously menstruate?

I collapse onto Sunghoon's chest. Not because I want to, it is simply inevitable; I am too tired. My belly is in turmoil again, emotions mingling with the warmth our naked bodies give off, the atmosphere is still thick.

I feel like I've been running for hours, but I've done less than everyone I think.

Sunghoon is surprised, not expecting me to let go in his arms. He holds them wide, as if he doesn't even want to touch me now that I can see him.

When I lift my confused but angry gaze to him, Sunghoon sincerely assumes a worried expression, that's when he rests his palms on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks, leaving me devoid of that infamous anger I was talking about; I am unarmed.

This ... is Sunghoon's chest, and it is so... wide.

I try to get up, before I give up my dignity altogether, but I am weak and he resists, holding me close to him. I look at him again.

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung asks, taking me by the arm and forcing me to turn around.

Wow... Heeseung, with his hair wet with sweat, with his skin bristling... wow... his abdomen... even if it's not as defined as Sunghon's... that is... wow... it is so concrete, massive.

"Why are you crying!" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Do I cry? But when do I ever? I resist the temptation. I touch my cheeks, confused, they're really wet.

So Sunghoon... Did he squeeze me for that reason? Do you want to see that he's the type who gets soft in front of crying girls? Oh, that's really cute though, isn't it?

Wait! I have to get up!

I try to force my legs apart as it all becomes more and more slippery because of their semen, and also my intimate humors let's face it, but after I get up I simply slump down on the bed, not on Sunghoon at least.

"W-What? No... what are you talking about?" I justify in a hushed voice, not having enough strength to even speak.

"The magic is over." Sighs Sunghoon, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Heeseung looks at him in silence, then looks away seemingly frustrated. "Now go."

The friend, however, takes his time getting dressed. I see him out of the corner of my eye.

Heeseung first thinks about putting one of his sweatshirts on me, surprising the younger man who sneers in amusement.

"What's there to hide now, hyung?" Does it remind him satisfied, the real Sunghoon and not the one who took pity on my tears, a momentary mask? Who knows.

"Go, Sunghoon." He repeats earnestly, Heeseung, also very different from the sex animal, literally, I saw tonight.

Before leaving he stares at me, I curled up by the pillows, covering myself and avoiding his gaze like the plague. "Good night Amanda, next time." He says to me, walking out.

I shiver, literally. Heeseung sits on the bed, putting his hands to his hair, perhaps just now realizing what just happened.

Yeah, Lee Heeseung, you're a pervert.

"Are you happy?" I ask softly, wryly, covering my face with my sweatshirt.

He doesn't answer right away. "You could have... refused."

"Why me? You're the one who arranged it."

"I asked you several times." He tries to retort but I can see him being unsure.

"Why did you do it?"

"For... - he seems to answer in a rush, then freezes - because I wanted to know if you were sure."

"I was hoping you felt guilty. - I admit, smiling, I'm being ridiculous right now. - Now that I hear it out loud, it's much more embarrassing."

I leave him speechless, it's obvious. I guess I'm just making trouble for him, after all, he just wanted to have fun with his friend, and that's what I came here to do, so what right do I have?

"Sorry. I won't talk like that again."

I immediately regret it, perhaps because, contrary to how I felt this afternoon, comfortable, humanly close to him, loving like a sincere fan, I seem to realize only now that I really am just a collaborator. Not a regular girl, not a fan.

"I.... I made a mistake - he surprises me, because I really didn't expect it - I thought that this way, I would solve things." Admits.

Some things to be solved? What is he saying?

"In the end, I created more problems than anything else."

"What are you talking about, Heeseung?"

"What do you think about Sunghoon? - He asks, quickly, as if he wanted to ask me from the start. - He fucks you well, doesn't he?"

"What.... are you serious?"

He blinks those wonderful almond-shaped eyes that he has, like a confused and clumsy fawn.

"Honestly, what's the difference?" I ask.

It's not that I don't want to answer; I would deny it regardless. Simply, what does he care?

"Don't trust him. He's good at what he does." He says, getting up and starting to walk nervously.

"What did you think you were solving by saying yes to him?"

"You've seen him, no? - He asks, concerned, as if he's not even listening to me. - He went crazy because of you."

What the... what is he going to say?

"Stay away from him."

"Why? - I feel more comfortable, but I continue to cover myself as I slowly move across the bed to get closer to the edge. - He's rich, handsome, famous. If he likes me, isn't that okay?"

"He's engaged! Remember him?"

"I would never aspire to be with him but I could become his luxury whore. Gifts and rough sex, that's not bad."

"Rough sex - he scoffs, indignant - you do it with me, at best."

"Really?" I ask surprised but also confused because I can't tell if he's joking.

"Wait, so you like Sunghoon? Even if you're in this situation, shouldn't you aspire to something better than a guy who cheats his girlfriend?" He asks, as if he really wants to reason with me for me to change my mind. How nice, but why is he doing this? He's just leading me on.

"You have a girl's picture in your nightstand too, you don't have sisters, do you?"

Oh, he's surprised. I caught him! But caught who? Lee Heeseung? The korean superstar? No, worldwide I would say. My head is spinning.

"How... Nothing to do with it, we're not together."

It literally hurts my heart to have this conversation because basically it's obvious that he's joking, I'm joking too, however, he does it in a strange way-he doesn't seem to be joking, he's really leading me on.

"Then should I bet on you? - I ask him, looking at him with tired eyes. Today's sessions are taking their toll. - Or should I simply not bet on anyone?"

"Can anyone know what you are saying?!" He blurts out suddenly, loudly, in the middle of the night.

I look at him, frowning but I think I also look very sleepy. "I thought it was a meaningless speech contest. - I embellish my tone slightly, pointing at him annoyed. - You started it!" I shout, tired and stressed.

I feel like crying again, but why did I raise my voice? I'm sorry, am I making a scene? Is it all my fault?

"Does it seem so meaningless that I worry about you?"

"Yes, because you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either but you are in love with me." He replies, the idiot.

How does he suddenly make the argument so ridiculous? The anxiety is gone and so are the tears, wow, thank goodness! Thank you Lee Heeseung for being so stupid.

"The truest thing about you is that you are an idiot, aren't you?" I ask, shocked.

"Or are you in love with Sunghoon?"

"Will you stop with that? I told you I like J- I paralyze myself, remembering that now it's like he's Ester's. He even drove her home-really-the two of them alone. Really Amanda? Is that the situation to get jealous? - Jungwon." I nod.

"Shit, I can't think about it - he tells me, backing away nervously - why didn't you refuse?!"

Again?

"Why do you insist? - I huff in stew, getting up and shrugging at him as I put on his silly, fragrant sweatshirt, smell like his skin, his hair, I like it. I sniff it surreptitiously for a second and then raise my head proudly. - It's your fault."

"I made a mistake, Amanda."

"What ar..."

"Seriously." He repeats interrupting me, serious.

I can't look away now that he's staring at me like that. "Why did I have to be the one to refuse?"

"Because you are my fan. You're the one who should only want me."

But...is this real reasoning? I mean, is it really what it sounds like? Do real people reason like this? Or even worse, do famous people reason like this?

"Are you serious?"

"I-I don't know! - Ah, he stutters when he's in trouble...seriously, I.... - But it would have been better."

"So it's just a game, right? - I ask him, smiling serenely as I stretch the collar of his sweatshirt over my lips. - You just want to win."

Why does he look sad? Lee Heeseung, the actor you are.

"I want it all and I want more than the others, yes."

"You want a real answer? I don't want to leave here." I remind him, by now, this doesn't even sound like a real conversation, it's like I'm dreaming.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"What?"

"To have you sent away." He says, as if there is still hope for redemption.

I feel like laughing but restrain myself. "You say I can still get sent away, get a million to pay off the debt at best, or end up as a host for another band at worst, just so I can worship you?"

"Avoiding the bands option, well yes, it wouldn't go unnoticed." He replies confidently.

"Wow... you have surprisingly low standards."

"Maybe while you were getting lost watching Sunghoon, you forgot that in front of you is Lee Heeseung."

"Do I become your luxury whore? We can make a contract, if you pay me the debt we estimate timisticam-" he shushes me, kissing me.

Oh, he kisses me a lot, doesn't he? How I love these kisses of his.

"Oh yeah, and would you?"

"No... - I giggle tiredly and confusedly, hanging onto his shoulder and putting myself on my toes to get closer to his ear-because if I were that close to you, I couldn't worship you anymore. I can give up the idea of Sunghoon, but not the idea of Lee Heeseung."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted to hear, Lee Heeseung?

NEXT CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 12

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

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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When I returned to the room (and it is still strange to me) I found Jay sleeping blissfully. I didn't wake him up, but watching his absorbed expression I had my doubts he would have noticed me anyway if I had tried.

I didn't manage to get to sleep until six o'clock I think, when I heard him get up and make some noise, especially after he left the room, and I heard the others as well. Of course I could never sleep, despite I was so tired, I didn't even think about the fact that they will see me with my face caked with sleep, the repulsive me, from now on.

However, when I no longer hear them, I fall asleep in a second.

I wake up at 12 regenerated, the house is empty and silent. As I get myself settled, I call out to Ester.

"Oh god, oh god, who did you fuck?" She shouts.

I burst out laughing; it's the first thing she says to me. "Jay."

She screams even louder, I have to plug the phone speakers. "Bitch, him?!"

"Yes…. and is gigantic. Mastodontic."

She doesn't stop screaming, I wonder if she is in public or at home, considering she works in a korean advertising office. "Please, you have to invite me."

"Of course, I just have to find the right time. For now I think everyone hates me, those who don't hate me are scared or disgusted."

"Those who despise buy."

"You think so?" I giggle nervously.

"What envy… Jay, you damn bitch."

That's right, I hadn't thought of that. Since she's so crazy about Bangtan and hopelessly, sincerely, madly in love with Jongkook, I didn't calculate that she has bias in Enhypen anyway, and between the two is Jay. She shares a preference with a more obvious Jake, but she likes them both very much.

"What are they like?"

"I I don't know, they seem arrogant, more or less."

"Even Jay?"

"He … he's peculiar, I guess."

"In what way?!" He shouts again.

"I can't describe them to you yet…" I stall, undecided sincerely about what to say.

"Arrogant, huh? I didn't imagine anything different, but… like how did they take it? What did they say to you?"

"They were kind, more or less, except for Sunghoon. Oh, and I think Heeseung. I don't really understand him. Anyway, they could all be facades, I have that impression."

"You have to investigate."

"I must, you're right."

We laugh in unison, but in the meantime I think I should start with the cleaning today. I'll do four rooms, as planned, anyway I haven't even received warnings about what to touch or not to touch, but at least the bed I can do.

"So… exactly what do you do?"

"I guess scullery maid, however, the pay is worth the candle."

We laugh again.

Ester, however, has the 1 p.m. shift and still has to settle in, so we hang up with a promise to catch up soon. She tells me to contact her if anything happens, and it's like a warm breath her thoughtfulness makes me feel much less alone.

I'll start at Jay's, so I can get my things in better order as well, but mostly because I don't know whose other rooms are whose, I'll have to go blind, I wasn't sober enough to observe who was coming back where, yesterday.

Not that it changes anything, since I have to do them all, however having used the first round for acquaintances, three of them will be behind for the first five days, so maybe I should do them all.

It would make sense, I could gain some confidence, although I shouldn't yearn for anything like that.

Whatever, let's get on with it. I tie up my hair, put on a low-cut top, baggy shorts and socks to slide better on the hardwood floor, I have to be comfortable, the summer period has just begun and although it's not really hot, yet, the house is so hot.

Jongseong's room is strange, I can't say it's tidy but his closet is a hell swarming with expensive stuff. There is a kind of chaotic orderliness to it all, except for the closet, which was more harmonious before I made room, though.

I didn't bring a lot of things, so I manage to make good use of the generous space he offered to me. Now, the room looks a lot cooler, I moved the curtains and a lot of light comes in.

Let's go with the next one, let's see, I'll pick at random.

Hmm, it's a…normal room. There doesn't seem to be anything to do, everything is already in order. I don't indulge my curiosity in wanting to find out who it belongs to, partly because I also tried not to go through Jay's things, that would be inconsistent.

It is strange, though, why is it so anonymous? It is said that the environment where one lives reflects the soul, but the soul in question is not just neat, it is just ordinary, just looking around I can see that there is the bare minimum, not a photo, not a memento. Jay has several fan gifts, in the room, and he also has photos of his family, there is nothing here.

I go outside, that's okay, I won't go any further. I don't care, anyway. Seriously. I really mean it.

The room next door I recognize instead, and it's quite nice. Nicely furnished, even tidy all things considered, to the point where I just give it a quick tidy up to finish.

Around me are a few, not too many, but several Lego models. As I get closer to look at them I realize that these are some very rare pieces, not because I understand any of them, I knew someone who liked them very much, he showed them to me, something remained.

His order is pleasant, because is real. His various gadgets are arranged randomly, but there is something extremely elegant about the composition.

When I'm done with the third one which is Jake's room as I suspected but mostly because he has several, many photos of himself (not alone, but the ones in which he looked very good), one more to go, I realize it's already 3 p.m. (I took my time), maybe they won't be back for lunch? I don't even have their numbers yet, I guess, because I'm not sure I'll ever get them anyway.

Whatever, since I'm almost done, why not give myself a break? I'll untie my hair, turn on the TV, listen to some music - not theirs…right? Yes, that would be pathetic, so I'll put on someone I like musically almost as much as I do: TXT.

How cool, I find out they have all the subscriptions they can get, must be great to be rich, huh? Curious that I think that because of the amount of streaming services accessible and not because of the huge penthouse I'm in.

All right, the music is there, I've had the juice, I'll re-bind my hair. I'll also do the cooking, I'm feeling generous, since it's all new and strange I'll try to show myself useful so they won't break my balls!

No, maybe I'm not in the right position? I don't get it, what a mess. Whatever, let's dance and not think about it.

I go into the fourth room, oh, this one is nicer, but it's actually messy. There's a keyboard, I have an idea who the owner might be, should I set it on fire? No, we're not really enemies yet, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

One of my favorite songs, Fawerell Neverland, has started, I can't help but sing it with them. Meanwhile I pick up some empty ramen packs, some clothes left haphazardly on the floor, some cans, until I notice something I should have expected?

There are boxers. If they are at the foot of the bed, it means they are used. Honestly, Jay didn't leave anything like that lying around, what manners are they when you already know I'm probably going to come over and clean up at your place?

So, what do I do? Do I pick them up or do I leave them in protest? And why am I curious? But then curious about what? All right, I leave them where they are and resume singing.

Heeseung, are you my second enemy? At least you should have the decency to declare it.

"NEVERLAND MY LOVE!" I shout at the top of my lungs, noticing soon after that the bedside drawer is slightly open and I can make out a girl's face, in a picture.

"Do you listen to other people's songs? Weren't you an engene?"

I swear, I jump in the air. I completely failed to notice that he was standing in the doorway, at this point who knows how long.

Who is that girl? It shouldn't concern me, much less interest me.

"Can't I listen to anyone else?" I answer, trying to maintain a calm tone of voice, but I literally defecated on myself.

"Of course not."

"Of course you're strange - I sigh - and anyway, don't leave your dirty underwear lying around. At least you take that off."

"I was hoping you'd steal it from me. It would be in theme with your character, wouldn't it?"

"You're disgusting in person." I say that, though, why don't I think it? He almost snatched a laugh from me, lucky I remembered in time that I have dignity.

I continue to make his stupid bed, so I will have finished my ordinary duties anyway. Does that mean everyone is back? Why do I feel like seeing Jay? It's Heeseung's fault, it's like he's the cheerful version of Sunghoon, isn't it?

He's a jerk but he does it in a nice way? Cute? Charming? Laughing like that? Damn.

I see him turn to the other side of his twin bed, looking at me but I just can't hold eye contact. I lower my eyes and see he's clutching the other end of the sheet, helping me make the bed, I guess he wants me to leave his room.

"I'm not disgusting, am I? You don't mean that." He chuckles, adjusting the pillows for me.

"Yes I do, the biggest disappointment."

He looks at me again, why did he become serious for a second? Did I imagine that? "Disappointment? Is that a hint?"

I blush, a lot, feeling my cheeks flaming. "A hint about what? When I talk to you, I feel like I'm talking to a mentally ill."

"How is your korean so good?" Change the subject again, is that a peculiarity or something?

"I had a very good teacher."

"Oh yeah? And was this person born in Korea?"

"No, she is italian like me."

"Interesting."

I'm curious. We talk a lot fast, it's a constant back-and-forth, we sound like two old friends bickering, but something is different, it's clear. Even though I can talk to him, I feel discombobulated like I'm inside a shaker in action.

"Ah, you were here." I feel like I'm being called by someone.

Turning around, in the doorway of Heeseung's room, this time it's Jake. Was he looking for me? "Me?"

"Yes, you have to be with me today, right?"

in the romance untold album i found this card and the one from heeseung…. i'm so glad

Ah, so that's how it works? I laugh.

He's so handsome, my eye retinas burned during that measly second when I dared to lift my eyelids to him - mine, it was a nervous laugh.

"And how would you prefer me to welcome you? In the traditional korean way? Or something more affectionate?" I drawl, dying inside, my eyes wandering lost across the floor.

"Why not both while wearing a maid's dress?"

"Is that a good idea, I order it?" Heeseung asks.

"Think for yourself about how you want to be greeted, that's my idea."

"What if I had exactly the same idea?"

"Simple, you would be the second."

Heeseung utters a dramatic verse, touching his heart and fingers tighten on his…chest…his chest wrapped in the white t-shirt he wears, which is not exactly loose.

I cough, I think they have forgotten my presence. "I'm not a cosplayer. Apply to the agency next time."

Then the ace of the band, so called not only by the fans, and not for trivial reasons but on the contrary for his undeserved enormous talent in practically anything he does, singing, dancing, being stupidly handsome, bursts out laughing.

He's… I just don't know how to describe it. If there's anything I really have a soft spot for it's his laughter, his smile, of any kind, and seeing him up close, taking advantage of the moments when I'm sure he's looking away to watch, offers me an indescribable feeling.

"Good thing she's nice." He says, turning to Jake.

He is confused, I can see it, sense it. He looks at us tenderly, I feel like biting his face off, I quickly look away terrified by my intrusive thoughts, if I look at him, I really want to.

Then he walks over, grabs my wrist and smiles. "Let's go now."

"Where are we going?"

"I have a lot of things to ask you." He explains, pulling me gently.

Him? He is the one who should ask me?

Forgive me Ester, you've always had excellent taste. I can't deny it.

I follow him, asking no questions. As I pass through the hallway I realize that everyone, or almost everyone, has returned, certainly Jay, Jungwon and Niki. The first looks at me, while Jake drags me by the wrist, says nothing, and I get a strange feeling.

It's strange, isn't it? He didn't even say hello to me.

No, maybe I should be the one to do that? And isn't it that I might annoy Jake? He referred to spending time together as something exclusive, so should I pretend that others don't exist? There is something paradoxical about this situation.

"Did you find disorder? I'm sorry." He says, looking around and turning his warm, sensual smile on me. I'm afraid he's playing it off with Heeseung at this point that I see him live.

He's not really embarrassed, but he wants to look embarrassed.

"No, your room is the best so far." I reply under my breath.

"Which ones have you done so far? There's one neater than mine."

"Ah, so I found it! Whose is it?"

"Sunghoon's."

Ah.

Jaeyun, his korean name, sits on the bed, looks at me and smiles like a fool. I don't know, does he want to do it right away? Is that what he wants to ask me? I am uncomfortable, but not with the assumption of such a proposal, so much as because I am not yet used to handling all these hormones.

Jake is wearing a sweater with a wide neckline, I can see his gorgeous collarbones, moreover, he has his tongue stuck between his lips as he watches me.

Come on, I'm not that beautiful, he's blatantly faking it, but I'm not, I'm devastated by this sight.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I don't like Sunghoon, I'm glad he's doing it alone for his room."

"Just as well, he's not a good person." She accentuates his beautiful smile for some reason, then lays down emitting a tired breath.

"I've noticed … but do we think so for the same reason?"

"Of course not." He answers quickly, getting back up.

How strange, he became energetic all of a sudden. I've already sensed strange vibes between Jake and Riki, now with Sunghoon too? Jay's argument is becoming more and more credible, but why is Jake always in the middle?

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"Would you tell me?"

He allows himself a sexy laugh, to say the least, because any other adjective would be unheard-of vulgarity. "You're also smart then."

"I try."

While Jake takes a moment to respond to messages, I start walking around looking at his legos again, honestly not sure what to do.

"What is it you want to ask me?"

"Who's your bias?"

What? Him too? Egocentric these Enhypen.

"I don't have it."

"Liar!" He playfully accuses me, pointing at me.

How can such a sweet guy also be so damn erotic? I can't even breathe properly in his presence.

"I really don't."

"So…who do you think is the most handsome?"

Damn! He's too cute! I cover my mouth to avoid showing him my perverted smirk, then cough. "You're all equally handsome."

"It's just not me, is it? That's why you don't tell me."

It's exactly the opposite thesis from Heeseung's, convinced that it's him. Does this tell me anything? Possibly, but I am too enamored with my interlocutor to reason.

"What do you need to know, then…" I giggle, softly, almost hoping he doesn't hear me.

"Has anyone else asked you?"

I laugh again, more nervously. "Never mind, is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"I like to have confirmation of things I'm curious about."

I think that's the basis, Jake, but I don't want to contradict you because you're too handsome, honestly.

"I'm the most handsome, aren't I?"

Aha, identified: narcissistic, maybe pathological?

"You have millions of fans who are crazy about you, what do you care if you are to me?"

"Then it's not really me!"

Was he testing me in his own way? I have no idea but it's cute. Even the pouty, offended expression he gives me now is to bite, tear up, devour.

Thoughts too intrusive, fantasies too lucid.

"Even if I thought that, I wouldn't tell you." I admit, covering my mouth again before laughing this time for real.

"What? - He asks, his vowels are open, his tone childlike but teasing. - And why?"

"It's…quite a sight, seeing you like this."

He smiles, his gaze thinned, and why? "Like what?"

What's wrong with me? I feel like… make him mine, in a way.

"So desperate."

"Me? - He asks theatrically outraged. - Me desperate?"

"Don't you desperately want to be the most beautiful, for me?"

What am I saying? And with what courage? Who is this person? I usually go unnoticed, and not because I'm unattractive so much as because I can't sell myself very well, which is why I'm surprised to see myself in this state.

It's called the Jake effect, I don't think there is a cure.

"Do you want to see me even more desperate?" His voice is no longer innocent, neither is his gaze. A shiver runs through every single inch of my body, so strong it leaves me shaken.

Suddently someone open the door, it seems a habit to appear in this house.

"What are you doing?"

Jake glares at him, I couldn't even think of doing that. "What?"

"Let's decide what to eat." Riki replies, annoyed by his sour tone.

"Have you eaten?" Jaeyun then asks, I think to me, no yes, of course to me!

I nod nervously. I don't even know if I'm breathing right now.

"What did you eat? Everything looks the same in the kitchen. Look you don't have to order-"

"You ordered?!" Jake takes it personally.

"I didn't actually eat, I don't know why I said yes." I explain, guessing that instead of my face they are seeing a big bell pepper.

"Why didn't you eat?"

"Is it because of what Heeseung said?" Niki asks, and I don't understand.

He has been quiet and reserved from the first moment, but he wants me to believe that he is worried about me? Come on, I'm a woman of a certain age compared to him, right? I'm not naive, I keep saying that, right?

"No, no." I belittle it with a ridiculous noise coming from my nose.

"Come on, you've been cleaning all day! I'm hungry too."

Jake can't talk anymore, what's wrong with him? Why does he keep staring at Niki? Am I like the third wheel or…?

I don't know how many seconds pass before, in the tomb-like silence that has set in, the major gets up, looks at Niki again, mumbles in an absolutely adorable way, then lightly and amicably nudges him so that he can get out of his room.

"Come on, get out, get out. Let's go eat." He tells me in a way that is much more serious than his expression.

Man, I'm curious now. Very curious indeed.

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"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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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 10

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