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YouWeMe FINALE: Game Over

Idol(s): Yoojung × Lucy [Weki Meki] (feat. Arin [OMG])

Word Count: 7.1k+ words

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 9: The Hunger Game (Yoojung x Arin)

A/N: The story is told from Yoojung's perspective in the first half of the story, then the OC's perspective in the second half. I highly recommend catching up with at least YouWeMe Parts 5-9 first before continuing.

Thursdays were always Arin Day: no matter how busy their schedules were, Yoojung would always find time to hang out with her on Thursdays. She marked the occasion in her notebook as “CAR HANG OUT”, using Arin’s initials since her full name wouldn’t fit into the designated block. It wasn’t like she needed the reminder—she could never forget a date with Arin. Yoojung wrote it down in her notebook because it gave her something to look forward to every week. And this week, they found themselves at a board game cafe that Arin found online and wanted to check out.

“This place is so cute! I’m glad we were able to get a table, usually this place is...”

Arin’s words slowly started to fade in Yoojung’s mind until she couldn’t hear anything coming out of Arin’s mouth. She could see her lips moving and her face expressing excitement, but Yoojung stared back blankly as all she could think about was the game. As she looked at the clock on the wall just beyond her view of Arin, she was calculating that any minute now, one of her bandmates would be sending her some kind of proof that they completed the game. And depending on how things played out, there would be more members sending her proof later throughout the day. Her leg shook anxiously waiting for that first text message.

Then, like clockwork, it came. Yoojung lifted her phone off the table and saw a text from Rina. It wasn’t a photo. Instead, Rina sent her a lengthy text:

Unnie, that letter he has... the one from Sei. You wrote it, didn’t you? I recognized your handwriting. I know it’s a game and I didn’t tell him, but don’t you think you’re taking this too far this time? Can’t we just make an exception and end this game already? I’ll take the punishment for the rest of the girls if I have to.

Yoojung wasn’t receptive to the feedback.

🙅‍♀️🚫NO EXCEPTIONS

Let the other girls figure it out

And y r u so protective all of a sudden, did you develop feelings for my bus fling?

He’s my middle school crush! Do you know what I went through just now? I had to send him away and its ur fault. Im crying alone rn in a yoga studio just to keep you happy with your little game and protect the other girls from the punishment. I swear, if you hurt him…

OMFG this is such a twist!

This is gonna be such a fun ending to the game!

And will you relax? He’ll be fine. I’m assuming you fucked him right? Must’ve been nice finally getting to fuck your crush. You’re welcome btw. Pics please!

Before she even had time to return her focus back to Arin, Yoojung received a picture from Rina as requested. It was a cute photo of her and the guy from the bus, Rina leaning her head on his shoulder as the two of them smiled like a happy couple. Attached, Rina sent one final message:

u know, 4 all the guys and girls you fuck, you really should go fuck yourself unnie

Before she could respond, Yoojung felt Arin’s soft hands against hers, Arin desperately trying to pry her away from her cell phone.

“Jagi-ya, are you even listening to me? You seem preoccupied.”

“Sorry, I’m just antsy because today might be the last day of the game. Rina just sent her photo.”

“The ‘Is this a cute pussy’ guy?” Arin asked.

Yoojung blushed in embarrassment. Her eyes darted toward the other people in the room, checking to see if anyone heard her. She grabbed onto Arin’s wrist and whispered, “Not so loud!”

Arin drooped in her seat and pulled away from Yoojung with a frown of rejection. “I think maybe we can just come back again next week; I don’t want to be a bother,” Arin said. She started to get up.

“No, wait! Ok, I promise you have my undivided attention now. How about I show you just how much I care,” Yoojung begged.

“I’m listening,” Arin said as she sat back down.

“You don’t have to do any listening.” Yoojung smiled as she grazed Arin’s leg with her bare foot underneath the table, eventually slipping under Arin’s skirt and wedging between her thighs.

Arin giggled and pushed Yoojung’s foot away. “Not in public!”

Yoojung respected Arin’s boundaries and pulled her foot away, but no sex since earlier in the week was starting to take its toll on Weki Meki’s resident nymphomaniac. Yoojung leaned in across the table and whispered so that only Arin could hear.

“What if I show you how much I care behind that bookshelf of board games?”

Arin was intrigued. Even with a girl as adventurous as Yoojung, she had never felt the exhilarating rush of public sex while trying to not get caught.

“What about board games? I thought we were going to play 7 Wonders?” Arin asked.

Yoojung leaned further against the table. The neckline of her blouse sagged and revealed a hint of Yoojung’s cleavage. Arin’s eyes widened in surprise as she stole a peak.

“The only wonder I wanna be exploring today is between your legs,” Yoojung responded.

Arin giggled mischievously and looked around the cafe; everyone else was too focused on their own board games to notice the two idols in their presence about to commit the perfect crime. She stood up and grabbed Yoojung by her hand and hurriedly led her behind one of the many bookshelves near the back of the cafe. The games on the shelves collected dust, a good sign that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Yoojung pinned Arin against the dusty bookshelf. Arin stared down at the shorter Yoojung with longing eyes, her arms wrapping around Yoojung's waist and pulling her in closer. Yoojung's chin playfully rested on top of Arin's bosom and she stared back up with a smile.

“What?” Arin asked.

Yoojung lifted her heels off the ground and transferred all of her weight to the balls of her feet until she was eye to eye with Arin. She leaned in and planted her lips on Arin's soft cheek for a quick peck. Yoojung's playful lips caused Arin to let out a restrained giggle, then Arin puffed her cheeks out as if to say that was enough kissing. Yoojung pulled away and returned back to her feet. In her wake, she left a faint shimmer of her lip balm on Arin's cheek.

“I just can't believe how lucky I am,” Yoojung confessed. “So many of your fans imagine you as their girlfriend and here I am living it.”

Arin giggled before responding, “I could say the same about you.”

Arin was a feral mess. She usually let Yoojung be the dom in their relationship, but the idea of being a highly-visible public figure having sex in a highly-visible place drove her wild. In a surprise move, Arin swung Yoojung around so that Yoojung was the one now pinned against the bookshelf. Yoojung was caught off guard by her girlfriend’s forwardness and ended up accidentally jostling the games on the shelf, creating a domino effect as each game fell in succession.

Arin's body tensed against Yoojung's. She frantically looked toward the end of the aisle as if she was expecting an employee or patron to investigate the noise and catch the two of them in a makeout session. Luckily, the bustle of the cafe masked the raucousness.

“No one's coming,” Yoojung said as she pinched Arin's chin between her fingers and redirected Arin's gaze towards her elated half-moon eyes.

“Not true,” Arin said with a smile. “I'm sure at least one of us will be cumming.”

Yoojung stared back blankly, unaware of the double entendre. Then the light bulb in her head lit up when she realized what her girlfriend was implying.

“Oh!” Yoojung finally said.

Arin nodded, grabbing Yoojung by the back of her thighs and lifting her up against the bookshelf. Yoojung wrapped herself around Arin, her legs around her waist and her arms around Arin's neck as they continued their makeout session.

With their lips locked, Yoojung slipped her hand through the waistband of Arin’s skirt and panties. She pinched at Arin’s pussy lips. She lightly rubbed her thumb against her clit. She even managed to penetrate her with two curious fingers exploring Arin’s G spot. She knew Arin’s body well enough to know exactly how to make her cum, and she was doing everything she could to make that happen.

Arin’s legs started to weaken, mostly from having to hold up Yoojung against the bookshelf but also because Yoojung’s masterful handy work was making her weak in the knees, figuratively and literally. Arin pulled away from their kiss and laid Yoojung gently onto the floor.

The two girls fell into their usual pattern: Yoojung pulling off Arin’s top, then Arin doing the same for Yoojung. Then Arin’s skirt followed by Yoojung’s shorts, every piece of their clothing coming off one by one until they were both naked next to a pile of their useless garments.

“In your purse?” Arin asked.

Yoojung nodded as Arin reached into Yoojung’s purse and pulled out the silver bullet vibrator she always kept on her person. Arin turned it on, rubbing it up and down between Yoojung’s needy pussy lips before settling on pressing it against her clit.

The pulsing vibrations caused Yoojung’s muscles to stiffen from the pleasure, but it was what would always happen next that Yoojung really loved. Arin started to straddle Yoojung while keeping the vibrator pressed on Yoojung’s clit, then she lowered herself until both of them started to feel the sensation from the silver bullet.

Already so sensitive, Arin gushed almost instantly. The feeling of her warm juices started to trickle out of her, the clear fluid dripping onto the vibrator and Yoojung below.

“Already?” Yoojung asked. It was a compliment as much as it was a disappointment; Yoojung knew she had done a good job with her hand shoved down Arin’s panties earlier. “What about me?”

She wasn’t called Princess Arin for no reason. She was always so generous with her time and money to those in need, but only Yoojung knew she was also generous with her body to those who were sexually needy, too. With the vibrator still wedged between them, Arin pressed herself against Yoojung. She pressed her lip against Yoojung’s ear and let out three words: “cum for me.”

“Anything for my princess.”

Arin guided Yoojung’s hand toward the vibrator and exchanged ownership, freeing her hands to massage Yoojung’s breasts and pinch at her tiny taut nipples. Yoojung winced and bit her lip, trying to hold a moan from escaping her mouth. She was still cognizant she was in a public area and didn’t need the attention. She got enough attention performing on the stage for all the Ki-lings; this was a private show for Arin’s eyes only.

“Are you almost there, jagi?”

“Almost there, princess.”

“Here, let me help you.”

Arin fully pressed herself against Yoojung’s body and started to pepper Yoojung’s neck with tender kisses. She took Yoojung’s free hand and directed it onto her ass; Yoojung always loved a heaping helping of Arin cheeks in her hand. Arin then started to bounce up and down on Yoojung which allowed Yoojung to feel the pressure of Arin’s pussy against her own as well as Arin’s ass rippling in her hand. Arin was doing everything she could to produce another orgasm, attacking all of Yoojung’s five senses to do so.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, jagi? Your little princess knows exactly how to make you cum. We’re not leaving until there’s a puddle of your juices on the floor.”

Arin’s cute threat was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Yoojung was starting to lose control of all muscles in her body with her orgasm taking over. Yoojung’s toes curled and her face distorted into uncontrollable pleasure.

“Fuck!”

Arin felt Yoojung’s grip on her ass tighten. Her back arched up momentarily and pressed against Arin’s chest. The familiar feeling of Yoojung’s warm wetness started to lather Arin’s pussy, trickling down her thighs and onto the floor. Yoojung’s back quickly fell back to the floor as she let go of Arin’s ass cheek completely. Yoojung turned off the vibrator, tossed it to the side, and let out a drawn out moan.

“That was great,” Yoojung said.

Arin collapsed onto Yoojung, their collective sweat causing their bodies to stick to one another in the everglow of their passionate escapade. She rested her head on her shoulder, and as Yoojung’s breasts heaved and pressed into her own chest, she could feel Yoojung’s heart pounding and slowing with each passing breath. Arin kissed her girlfriend on the cheek while she traced a tiny heart on Yoojung’s sensitive nipple with the tip of her index finger.

“We should do this again,” Arin suggested.

Yoojung could only smile. Just then, Yoojung’s phone started to ring.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Yoojung pushed Arin off her and hurriedly rummaged through her purse to find her phone that was drawing too much attention to the back of the cafe. She didn’t even have time to check who called when she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Unnie.”

“Ya, Lua!”

“Did you send the guy you met on the bus to my pottery class? Because he’s here. Right now.”

“Yes, but no time to explain! Just do whatever you want with him.”

“So how does this work?” Lua asked. “Am I supposed to record a video and send it to you?”

Yoojung cupped her hand over her phone and signaled to Arin to get dressed. She uncupped her phone and responded.

“I’m only a few blocks away. I’m walking over right now so I can get front row seats. And I’m expecting a good show, Lua.” Without so much as a goodbye, Yoojung hung up and rushed to put her clothes back on. She grabbed Arin’s hand as they both rushed out of the board game cafe, lightly jogging the few blocks to Lua’s pottery class.

Arin and Yoojung stopped in front of the ceramic shop, planting themselves across the empty alley, just far enough to not get noticed. There they were. Through the half-shuttered blinds of the shop’s entrance was Lua. She was definitely giving a good show, pleasuring herself on a pottery wheel with the man tied up in front of her watching the lewd scene. Round and round the wheel spun, picking up pace faster and faster until the studio floor shimmered in Lua’s essence. She unmounted from the pottery wheel and collapsed onto the wet floor. After a quick recovery, she got up and started picking up her scattered belongings and putting them back into her bag. Unsatisfied with the show, Yoojung decided to call Lua.

“Hello?” Lua answered.

“Do you see me?” Yoojung waved as Lua looked out through the blinds in her direction.

“Yeah. Is that Arin sunbae-nim?”

“Yes, I brought her along with me. That was a mighty fine show, Lua. But I’m gonna need to see more. He needs to cum, too. Those were the rules.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s not what you said earlier!” Lua yelled so loud that she could be heard through the door even without the phone, scaring off some birds dawdling on the street.

“Do you really wanna lose the game, Lua? Don’t make me come in there and tie you up too! It’s not like I said you have to fuck him. Just jerk him off, I don’t care what you do.”

Lua hung up without responding and returned to doing just that. Arin and Yoojung watched as Lua played with her dildos and finished the man off. When she was done, she untied the man from the chair and let him go, presumably to the final location in the letter that Yoojung left him: the park where Sei was enjoying her day off. He started to make his way toward the door.

“Fuck! He’s coming!” Yoojung frantically looked up and down the alley for a hiding spot, but with no spot quick enough to get to, she had to think quickly on her feet. “Quick, kiss me!” Yoojung pulled Arin for a kiss, using her as a shield to prevent the man from noticing her presence.

Yoojung was literally and figuratively on her toes. She closed one eye and enjoyed the taste of Arin’s cherry lip balm on her own lips while her other eye remained open and fixated on the man. For a while, he just stood there examining the note in his hand. Realizing he was oblivious to anything outside his own world, Yoojung relaxed, sliding her naughty hands under Arin’s skirt and groping her ass cheeks while still enjoying Arin’s tongue intertwined with her own.

Arin pulled away from the kiss and said, “I want you to fuck me right here.” It was definitely loud enough for the man to hear.

Yoojung tensed again, giving her a look of horror. The game would’ve been all over if the man discovered Yoojung, all thanks to Arin who couldn’t hold in her horniness at that moment. Arin’s mouth opened in shock realizing what she just did and mouthed “sorry” to her girlfriend.

“Get a room, you two,” he shouted. He walked away toward the main road without much more confrontation. Yoojung and Arin let out a collective sigh knowing they dodged a huge bullet.

“What now?” Arin asked.

“Let’s go find some place to eat and enjoy the rest of the fireworks.”

* * *

Sei was enjoying a nice day at the park by herself when Yoojung called her from a restaurant. Sei took the call through her AirPods.

“Sei!” Yoojung’s voice came through loudly on Sei’s earphones. “Bus guy should be heading your way soon.”

“What? How?”

“Remember when we caught Suyeon unnie in the meeting room a couple days ago? Long story short: I made him think you stole my notebook, but I actually have it. I gave him your location and he’ll be headed your way. If you can finish the game today, Lucy will be the loser.”

Sei panicked. Her mind raced trying to think of what she would do when he arrived; she wasn’t prepared for it so soon. She was one of the least experienced in Weki Meki and wasn’t exactly sure what she would do.

“Unnie, I’m not ready for this!”

“Sei, do you really want to lose to Lucy? I mean, if you wanna take the punishment instead of Lucy, that works too…”

Sei saw a cab pull up in the parking lot and a man emerged from the back. Sei figured it must’ve been the man Yoojung was talking about; the dark skies threatened with rain and no one in their right mind would come to the park in this weather without extra motivation.

“Okay, okay! Just tell me what to do. I think he’s here!” Sei pleaded.

“Just keep cool and keep me on the line.”

Yoojung and Arin could hear him through the speakerphone on the other end of the phone call as he started a conversation with Sei.

“Cut the games, Sei. Where’s the notebook?” he asked.

Arin chimed in with her idea through the call, “Oh! Have him play a game of truth or dare for it!”

Having no time to think, Sei followed Arin’s suggestion, confidently commanding the man to play truth or dare.

As the game started, Yoojung and Arin could hear the man choose truth.

“Oh! Ask him if he thinks I have a cute pussy! It’s an inside joke,” Yoojung said to Sei. Arin and Yoojung both giggled as the man said “yes”.

As the game went on, Sei felt more comfortable in executing without having Yoojung and Arin help her. Instead, they both continued to stay on the line and enjoyed the game of truth or dare. When it finally got to the last round, the man picked dare, and Yoojung made sure Sei was going to get her proof.

“Dare him to get someone in the park to take a picture of you and text it to me. And I better see his cum dripping all over your body.”

“Come on. Are you serious? That’s too embarrassing…” Sei said through the call.

“Do it or you’re fucking me with a strapon,” Yoojung replied.

Yoojung heard the man on the other side asking Sei why it would be embarrassing, unaware Sei was actually talking to Yoojung through her AirPods. Sei played it off nicely before sending him to fetch a passerby in the park, leaving her alone long enough to talk to Yoojung in private.

“Unnie, I have to hang up now if I’m gonna have someone take the photo on my phone. I’ll send it to you after it’s done.”

Yoojung and Arin waited in anticipation until they finally got the picture. When it finally came, Arin gasped in awe of Sei’s body peeking through her soaked dress as cum and rain covered her chest and cleavage.

“Jagi-ya, can we invite Sei over to our next threesome? She looks like a lot of fun!” Arin asked. Yoojung could only smile back, too lost in her thoughts about the game rather than her girlfriend’s request.

And that was it. Yoojung was so excited that her game finally ended and Lucy was the lone loser. She was about to announce the results in the group chat before she got another message from Sei:

Unnie! He knows you have the notebook! Says he’s gonna go crash your shopping date with Lucy tomorrow

The notebook reveal hardly mattered to Yoojung, but she had another idea instead: she was going to let Lucy have her fun with bus guy and let her think she wasn’t the loser, then come in at the last minute to give Lucy the bad news. She continued writing a text to the group chat before finally sending it to everyone except Lucy.

If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’re not the loser of the game! p.s- don’t tell Lucy 🤫

Having paid and finished their meal, Yoojung kissed Arin goodbye and went home to prepare for the finale with Lucy.

* * *

Yoojung was enjoying an iced americano at a nearby cafe by herself. She had already told Lucy she was going to be late to their shopping meetup; she was waiting for the right opportunity to catch her in action with the man who was about to run into Lucy. It was already 30 minutes past their scheduled meet time when Yoojung received a text.

Unnie… where r u? you wont believe who im with. in 4th floor dressing room by swimwear. bus guy waiting outside, will leave door unlocked. come quick

Yoojung bolted out of the cafe and made her way to the department store across the street. Yoojung’s short legs took her through the labyrinth of shops and attractions, climbing escalators like they were mountains as she tried to make her way to Lucy to deliver the bad news. She was already starting to lose her breath before she finally found the swimwear. As she made her way toward the fitting rooms that Lucy had told her to go to, she heard Lucy’s voice carry through the swimwear section: “Now it’s my turn to make daddy cum.”

“Jesus Christ, Lucy, you’re gonna get yourself kicked out of here if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Yoojung thought.

Yoojung made her way into the dressing rooms. There was only one closed door. She assumed Lucy was in there, her suspicions confirmed when she heard a man’s voice say, “I’m so close, Lucy.”

Yoojung swung the door open to see a fogged mirror with bodily fluids dripping down from it. She looked toward the floor, Lucy’s youthful naked body riding the man as both of them looked up at her. She exchanged some banter before laughing and confidently declaring: “Game over”.

* * *

“Game over?” You aren’t exactly sure what Yoojung meant, but you’re happy to see her again.

“Unnie, look!” Lucy says to Yoojung, as if she's seeking confirmation for something. Yoojung closes the door behind her and tears off her skirt, revealing her soft lips that you thought you’d never see again.

“Get off,” Yoojung commands as she lightly kicks Lucy off your cock.

“Unnie, what the fuck?!”

Yoojung ignores Lucy’s confused cry and straddles you, lowering herself onto your cock until you’re buried deep into her.

“Did you miss this cute pussy?” Yoojung asks. “Come on, I know you’re close. I could hear you from outside telling Lucy. Cum for me.”

Given your impending orgasm, you couldn’t care less who’s making you cum. Yoojung starts to gyrate on you just like she did the first night you met her when she was teaching you her “choreography”. It feels just as good as you remembered it. You moan out with rapture.

“Fuck, Yoojung, I’m cumming!”

You can’t hold it any longer as you unleash a sea of semen into Yoojung’s canal, her sinister eyes glaring at you as Lucy stares in confusion and anger at a lost orgasm. Yoojung’s tiny body can’t hold all the cum you keep squirting into her deliciously warm pussy; your cum starts to drip out of her and down your spent cock.

Your body lies almost lifeless against the cold floor as Yoojung gets off you. Cum still continues to drip from her crotch, creating a trail as she sits on the dressing room bench, her legs lifting up and her feet resting on the edge of the seat. She spreads her legs, swirling her fingers around inside her and playing with the seed you just implanted her with.

“Unnie, what’s going on? Did I win?” Lucy asks, still confused about the situation.

Yoojung doesn’t mince her words. “No, you lost, Lucy.”

“What, how? Sei unnie, Lua unnie, and Rina unnie still haven’t done it yet!”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Yoojung can’t hold back the sinister smile across her face. “They all did it yesterday. You’re the last one. Sorry, but you’re fucking me with a strapon when we get home.” Yoojung starts to get visibly excited at the thought of getting fucked by a strapon.

“What? That’s so unfair!” Lucy says.

You’re still lying on the floor. You’re cognizant enough to hear the conversation between Yoojung and Lucy, though not knowledgeable enough to know what’s going on. Before you can ask, Yoojung starts to speak again.

“Speaking of punishments, come over here and lick this cum from my pussy, Lucy.”

“That wasn’t part of the punishment, unnie. You said I have to wash dishes for the next month.”

“Yeah, well… this is your lunch, so you need to lick the plate clean. That definitely qualifies as ‘washing dishes’, don’t you think?” Lucy hesitates. “I don’t have all day, Lucy, come on.”

“Ugh, fine!”

Lucy rolls her eyes and crawls toward Yoojung. She buries her face into Yoojung’s cum-soaked crotch. Yoojung wraps her legs around Lucy’s head, making sure she doesn’t come up for air until Lucy has got every drop of cum in her mouth.

You finally gather enough energy to sit up, backing yourself against the wall. You see Yoojung slump into the bench in enjoyment as you watch Lucy going to town on Yoojung.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” you finally ask.

Yoojung closes her eyes as she enjoys Lucy’s tongue massage between her thighs. She runs her stubby fingers through Lucy's hair as she answers your question.

“Well, after I forgot my notebook on the bus that night we met, I just knew you were going to come around eventually to return it. I started a game with the girls where the last one to have sex with you would have—fuck Lucy, right there, don't stop—they would have to do dishes for a month and fuck me with a strapon. Lucky lady Lucy here was the ‘winner’.”

You're still in a state of shock and confusion as you try to make sense of the situation. It slowly starts to piece together as you replay every event since meeting Yoojung in your head: every Weki Meki member wanting to fuck you; the numerous amount of photos taken as evidence; why no one would tell you where Yoojung was; why everyone seemed so focused on the red notebook. You’re still picking out minute details from the last couple weeks when Lucy finally separates herself from Yoojung’s crotch, her mouth full of your seed.

“Ah! Don’t swallow yet! You’re not done ‘cleaning the dishes’!” Yoojung scolds Lucy, pointing to the trail of cum Yoojung dripped onto the floor as well as the excess still on your softening cock. Lucy coldly glares at Yoojung with her chubby cheeks of cum, admonishing Yoojung with her eyes to change her mind. Lucy's breasts rest gently on her crossed arms against her chest, trying to telepathically convince Yoojung to rethink the punishment. Yoojung’s unbent finger relays her unbending determination, continuing to point at the stained concrete as if to say she’s willing to wait all day if she has to. Lucy finally gives in, rolling her eyes at Yoojung again before bowing down toward the floor.

Yoojung watches in enjoyment, fingering herself as she watches poor Lucy lick your cum off the ground. When she’s done, Lucy crawls to you on her hands and knees, parting your thighs as she lowers her mouth onto you and licks up the remaining fluid.

“You’re still not done. Come back here,” Yoojung tells Lucy. “Open wide,” Yoojung commands, Lucy’s face just inches from Yoojung’s crotch. As Lucy does as she’s told, you can see your load in her mouth and Yoojung about to fill it even more with her own juices from her imminent orgasm. Yoojung continues to finger herself until she can’t hold it in any longer. She sprays Lucy in a waterfall of her bodily fluids, some of it going into Lucy’s mouth, but most of it splashing against Lucy’s face, her ruined makeup running down in the process.

“Woo, that’s much better!” Yoojung says as she gets up from her slumped position on the bench. She looks back toward you, grinning as her eyes go back to Lucy and her mouth bursting with cum.

“Why don’t we give bus boy over there one final show before we head back home and fuck?” Yoojung suggests.

You expect Lucy to swallow the load behind her pursed lips, but instead, Yoojung presses her own lips against Lucy’s. You watch the two of them as Yoojung aggressively pokes around in Lucy’s mouth, slurping whatever cum is in there and claiming it as her own. Once Yoojung is sure her transaction is complete, she stands up, hovering over Lucy’s body like a momma bird about to feed her hatchlings. Lucy tilts her head up and opens her now-empty mouth as Yoojung starts to take aim. Yoojung then parts her lips as cum slowly oozes out, creating a long, gooey string of your cum as gravity forces it back into Lucy’s mouth. Lucy receives the last couple drops before Yoojung kneels back down to Lucy’s eye level. Yoojung forces Lucy’s mouth shut as she commands her to swallow. A visible gulp travels down Lucy’s throat before she opens up again to show Yoojung it’s gone. Something tells you Yoojung has made Lucy do this before.

Satisfied, Yoojung grabs Lucy’s clothes hanging on the wall and tosses it at her. “Good! Get dressed. We’re going home!”

The three of you start to put your clothes back on, Lucy not looking too happy with the punishment that awaits her back at the dorm. She takes her sweet time putting on her clothes and fixing her makeup, trying to delay the inevitable.

By now, you and Yoojung are fully dressed, sitting on the dressing room bench as you both wait for Lucy. You look over to Yoojung who’s writing in her notebook. She just finished adding an entry about Arin as you catch her in the process of writing another entry:

Lucy and cute guy from bus: cum swapped bus guy’s load with Lucy in department store dressing room while he watched. made her swallow as punishment for losing game

She smiles at you after finishing the entry.

“So… do you think we can do this again?” you ask Yoojung.

She looks at you in confusion before she realizes you’re being serious.

“Oh! Um, no. It was fun and all, but I don’t really see this as a long-term thing; I get bored of boy toys easily.”

“Well, can I maybe take you to lunch and change your mind?” you ask.

“Hmmm… I don’t see that really happening. I already have a girlfriend,” Yoojung replies.

Lucy freezes in the middle of applying lipstick. “Unnie, you have a girlfriend?” You’re just as shocked as Lucy to hear that, especially after everything that’s happened.

“Yeah, it’s kind of an open relationship. She lets me do whatever I want, but at the end of the day, she knows I’m with her.”

“Unnie! Who is it? How did you meet? Tell me everything!”

“She's an idol. I’ll tell you the rest just as soon as you hurry up so we can head back home and finish your punishment!” Yoojung says, playfully tapping Lucy's breasts.

Lucy finishes reapplying her makeup and Yoojung happily grabs her by the arm as she opens the door.

“Well, it’s been fun, ‘Mr. That’s a Cute Pussy’.” You can’t help but smile at Yoojung—that’s the first time any of the Weki Meki members have ever referred to you as anything other than ‘bus guy’.

Just like you told Elly a couple days ago, you tell Yoojung, “I have a name, you know.”

And just like Elly, Yoojung replies in a sing-song tone: “I don’t care!”

She smiles as she tugs at Lucy’s arm. “Come on, let’s go!”

As they exit the dressing room, you see Yoojung happily skipping away. Her skirt floats up and hangs in the air with every skip, revealing the creamy bottom of her bare cheeks hiding underneath as they bounce and jiggle with each step. Lucy doesn’t seem as excited: she drags her feet as Yoojung continues to haul her by her wrist. As their figures start to get swallowed by the sea of swimwear, you hear Yoojung calling back out to you.

“Don’t forget to stan Weki Meki! And support our next comeback!”

You laugh at how typical of a farewell it is coming from Yoojung.

“Well, that was… something.”

* * *

It had been a few weeks since you last saw Yoojung or any of the Weki Meki members. The feeling of being rejected by Yoojung and being used by her members still stung a little, but you took solace in the fact it was a memorable couple weeks. Despite all the trouble you went through and the fact you’d probably never see them again, you still supported Weki Meki and were excited to finally see their comeback.

You turned the TV on to KBS2, eagerly awaiting Weki Meki’s comeback stage on Music Bank. Soobin and Arin were backstage interviewing the group. Yoojung was standing next to Arin during the interview and the camera cut to them just as Yoojung’s playfully naughty hand squeezed Arin’s butt underneath Arin’s skirt. Arin looked back at Yoojung. Her eyes opened wide and gave off a death glare while her lips communicated the opposite as it curled into a smile. Yoojung knowingly smiled back while Arin, the ever-professional show host, continued to question Weki Meki unfazed as if nothing had happened.

It all started to make sense now:

The “CAR” hang outs. Yoojung cumming harder than ever for Arin. The idol girlfriend. And the noticeable Arin butt squeeze on live tv.

“Holy shit. Yoojung is dating Arin!”

You were happy for Yoojung. She deserved to be happy. You couldn’t help but think how hot the sex between her and Arin would be and just how jealous you were of Yoojung. You started to imagine how Arin’s beautiful body would look naked. You closed your eyes trying to envision it before opening them back up as you smiled from ear to ear.

“Now THAT’S a cute pussy.”

* * *

Epilogue

The moon does its best to grab the attention of anyone still out on the streets. It’s moot. Even at this late hour, the city lights of Seoul continue to drown out the night sky, making the moon an afterthought on a cold and snowy winter night.

The streets are almost unrecognizable without any cars or people. The quiet that cuts through the desolation is quite eerie, if not oddly satisfying. Your tapping foot crunching against fallen snow is the only sound that can be heard for blocks, replacing the usual hustle and bustle of the never-ending concrete jungle. This isn’t the Seoul you’re used to.

Closed eyes are the only way to escape the winter cold, if only temporarily. The vision of lying in a bathtub under running hot water fills your imagination. Yet, it couldn’t replace the harsh reality of sitting alone at a bus stop, hunched over as your scarf dangles from your cold, stiff neck after another late night at work. You open your eyes in reaction to the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hey there, stranger,” a familiar voice calls to you.

You open your eyes and look out towards the sidewalk. Your eyes struggle to adjust, but it’s enough to see the woman’s vague figure slowly approaching. The moonlight casts a shadow on her face, obscuring her identity even more. Her shadow on the snow-lined sidewalk makes her look like a 5-metre behemoth.

“Doyeon?” you call out to the approaching figure.

There’s no response, but her figure starts to become more clear as she approaches. She really isn’t as tall as she seemed when she was a block away.

“Sei?”

Still no response. As she gets closer, the shadows that covered her face slowly disappear, replaced by her illuminating smile as she finally stands in front of you.

She points at the empty seat next to you. “Is this seat taken?” she asks, her breath visible in the cold.

Suddenly, your tired body is filled with a jolt of energy. Your back straightens from your slumped position and you return the favor with a smile meant for her. It feels like this moment was bound to happen one way or another, an unchangeable point in time, if you will.

Of course it’s her. Of course she’s here. How could it be anyone else?

The universe always gets it right in the end.

You signal her toward the open seat with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat. “What are you doing here, Soeun?”

She takes the seat you graciously offered her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since this past summer. I didn’t know how to contact you, though. Until last week, when Yoojung unnie told me she first met you on this route. I’ve been passing by every day ever since, hoping I’d run into you.”

Soeun continues, “I’m sorry about everything. I kept replaying that moment in my head when you came into the yoga studio. I wanted to tell you, ‘Don’t go.’ I wanted to tell you about Yoojung. I wanted to tell you about the game, but Yoojung can be… demanding. I couldn’t bring myself to betray my bandmates if I told you about the game—that’s why I couldn’t ask you to stay. I had to make a horrible decision and I’ve regretted it ever since. In fact, I was so mad at Yoojung unnie that I didn’t speak to her for months after that. She recently apologized and that’s when she told me where I could find you. Still, losing you a second time like that, it was the worst day of my life.” She holds back tears as she looks back up at you with a smile. “But it was also one of the best days of my life because I got to see you again.”

You reassure her, “It’s not your fault. I totally understand. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

Her warm body inches toward you, finally wrapping her arm around yours as she grasps you tightly for warmth.

“How many stars do you think are in the sky tonight, oppa?”

It’s impossible to give her an answer; there’s just too many stars to count. The only stars that matter aren’t even stars at all.

Soeun’s eyes reflect the moonlight underneath the cover of the bus stop, twinkling like the stars above and continuing to rain jubilant liquid crystals down her cheek.

A feeling of déjà vu overcomes you, recalling the night you left Soeun many years ago. Only this time, you don’t have to leave her.

“I really missed you, Soeun.”

“I missed you too, oppa,” she says, her head now resting on your shoulder.

“Don’t go away again,” you tell her, mirroring the same command she gave you the second time you left her last summer at the yoga studio.

She chuckles. “Not this time, oppa.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.” Soeun continues to grasp tightly onto your arm, snuggling up your shoulder and enjoying the reunion.

In the quiet twilight while waiting for the bus, the streets are still empty. No Yoojung. No red notebook. No games. Just you and Soeun together as one again, experiencing the same jubilance you felt when you kissed Soeun for the first time.

Soeun breaks the silence. “Do you remember that night on the rooftop when you left?”

“Of course. Why?”

“I said if you ever came back, I made you promise to come look for me. And do you remember what you made me promise to do in return?”

It’s been too long to remember all those tiny details. Does it even matter? Soeun is here now.

But then she reaches into her jacket and suddenly all your childhood memories with her start rushing back when she produces an item from her pocket.

“Here. I got this for you.” Soeun hands you her present: that all-too-familiar orange package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

It doesn’t matter how or where she found it. The only thing that matters in this moment is the significance of what it means and the promise it represents. It’s the start of something new. Words don’t need to be said. You knowingly smile at Soeun as her soft lips give you a peck on the cheek. Promise fulfilled.

Suddenly, you hear the slight hum of the bus’ engine as it turns the corner and makes its way toward you.

“Come on.”

Your fingers interlock with Soeun’s. Warm. Inviting. Nothing can ever beat this feeling. As the bus door opens in front of you, a rush of refreshingly warm air escapes the vehicle and grazes your freezing faces. You both board the bus hand in hand with a whole new journey ahead of you.

Something tells you this isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing her.

THE END

A/N: A very huge thank you for those who started from YouWeMe Part 1 and stuck it out to see it to its ending! I hope you enjoyed the series! Be sure to check out the retrospective link below for a bunch unreleased A/Ns: series notes, foreshadowing lines, and other behind the scenes notes.

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe: A Retrospective

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YouWeMe Part 9: The Hunger Game

Idol(s): Yoojung [Weki Meki] (ft. Arin [OMG])

Word Count: 3k+ words

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada (Lucy)

A/N: NOT READER INSERT, just Yoojung doing Yoojung things. If you're here for Arin or a bunch of smut, you'll be disappointed. This chapter is very storyline-heavy, so I highly recommend catching up with the rest of the YouWeMe series (at least Parts 1-4) before continuing, or read the recap here

It had been so long since Yoojung got laid.

It was a weird feeling for her because she was used to being Weki Meki’s resident nymphomaniac, conquering almost any woman or occasional man she desired. But with the comeback that Fantagio was preparing for them just a month away, there really wasn’t any time for it; she pretty much lived in the practice room. The managers had all gone home by the time Yoojung finished practice. Tired and sexually frustrated, she decided to call it a night and take the bus home.

It was an empty and quiet ride, which was good because Yoojung was sweating profusely even through her sleeveless white top and faint mint shorts. The last thing she needed was some Korean tabloid catching a sweaty idol taking a bus home.

Yoojung kept a little red notebook to keep track of all her sexual encounters. It was times like these during her sex droughts where she’d flip through the pages and relive some of her greatest hits: doppelgänger sex with Jo Yuri; mutual cunnilingus with Choi Arin; late night Weki Meki orgies.

She started to pray: “I won’t ask for anything else for the rest of the year if you bless me with someone to board this bus right now. I will fuck anyone at this point.”

It was a hard ask considering it was the last bus of the night, but her prayers were answered when a tired, sweaty man in business attire boarded. She was so horny that she didn’t even wait to write the entry in her notebook.

“Cute guy on bus?...” she wrote, “...might let him cum in me, will update if successful.”

Success was never in doubt. A sexually frustrated Yoojung stepped onto the bus that night, but she stepped off sexually satisfied and dripping cum from her crotch.

No challenge was too difficult for Yoojung the Conqueror.

* * *

“Anyone know where Yoojung is?” Suyeon asked the girls.

It was another day of learning choreography and Yoojung was holding up the rest of the group. Everyone in the group liked Yoojung, but make no mistake: no one would dare scold her. Even with her unassuming tiny stature, she was—by far—the most feared member of Weki Meki; she had a way of bossing the members around and getting them to do whatever she wanted.

Another ten minutes passed by before she barged into the practice room.

“Guys! You will not believe what happened last night,” Yoojung said in an excited panic.

Doyeon was the only one who Yoojung would listen to and was usually the liaison for the rest of the group in times like these. “Nobody cares that you got laid for the thousandth time, Yoojung. You’re late, let’s get to practice.”

“Yeah, I got fucked by a huge cock on the bus last night,” she said as the girls collectively rolled their eyes, “but I accidentally left my notebook on the bus.”

“So?” Doyeon looked unamused, unsure of the point of Yoojung’s story.

“So… we’re gonna play a game!” She explained, “Last one to have sex with the guy I met on the bus last night has to do the dishes for a month and...”

She paused for dramatic effect as she held in a look of excitement before continuing, “...gets to fuck me with a strapon!” Yoojung was known for games like these. It was near impossible to refuse.

Rina let out a groan. "Do we have to?"

Rina wasn't the only member who disapproved of Yoojung's antics, but she was the only member brave enough to ever say it out loud. Still, she voiced her displeasure passive-aggressively, fearful of Yoojung's iron fist.

Yoojung replied, “Those who refuse to participate will receive the punishment AND will have to give me oral anytime I want it for the next year.”

Everyone’s minds recalled the last time they played Yoojung’s game: Lucy had to eat her out backstage at a music show after Yoojung got horny from seeing Everglow’s sexy stage outfits.

That settled any doubt and argument. No one in the group wanted to go through that. For most of the members, if they were gonna get laid anyway, they’d rather receive from a stranger than give to Yoojung. And given how unkind idol life was to relationships, some of them were even looking forward to sex with no strings attached; it was a good way for them to release their pent up stress.

“How will we even find this guy? Does he have a name? What does he look like?” Elly asked.

“I don’t know his name, and telling you what he looks like would be too easy. But, he has my notebook, and sooner or later, he’ll be coming by to try to return it to me.”

“What about rules?” Sei chimed in.

“(1) any type of sex is allowed; penetration isn’t necessary but there needs to be some kind of orgasm involved, (2) you have to send me proof one way or another, and (3) you absolutely cannot tell him you’re playing a game or that I’m the one who’s behind it. Any violation of rule 3 will result in the penalty.

“Oh! And help your fellow sisters out: don’t tell him where I am if he asks. Lie if you have to. Otherwise, if the notebook gets to me too early, it’ll be hard for those who haven’t done the deed yet to find him. Then everyone will hate you and we’ll have multiple losers, and nobody wants that, right?”

The girls just stared at her blankly. There wasn’t really any use in arguing with a sexually-charged Yoojung anyway.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Time limit?”

“Until the start of promotions for our comeback next month.”

Lua sheepishly raised her hand. “What if he doesn’t come?”

“If he doesn’t cum, then that’s your fault for not knowing how to pleasure a man,” Yoojung quipped.

“No, not cum, I meant—”

Yoojung snapped back, “I know what you meant, Lua. It was a joke, gosh. He’ll come, trust me. I had him wrapped around my fingers. Figuratively and literally.”

“God damnit, Yoojung! Enough with the sex puns already and let’s get to practice!” Doyeon was at her breaking point and wanted nothing more than to focus.

“So do we have a game or not?” Yoojung pointlessly asked.

She took the silence as confirmation and started to jump up and down on the hardwood floor ecstatically, laughing maniacally as her eyes turned into sinister crescent-shaped moons beaming with delight.

“Yay! Happy hunting everyone! And may the odds be ever in your favor!”

Now it was a waiting game.

* * *

It had been a few weeks since Yoojung issued the challenge and even she forgot about it.

The sweet summer heat pounded against Weki Meki’s living room window, lightly pressing against Yoojung’s bare skin, all while Yoojung found her hand lightly pressed on her clit, pounding herself between her legs that radiated its own sweet summer heat. With everyone else out of the dorm and enjoying their day, Yoojung couldn’t find a better reason to rub one out alone on the couch.

She shut her eyes tightly, surrendering to the soft touch of her sweaty palm as she continued to pleasure herself to her own recollection of the best night of her life. The vivid image of Arin’s perfect bare body slowly replaced the darkness of her closed eyelids. Yoojung could feel Arin’s soft, pink pussy lips pressed tenderly against her face as if she were really back in that moment. Arin’s smooth pale thighs cupped tightly against Yoojung's ears, muffling the moan exhaling from Arin’s luscious lips as her cum slowly trickled into Yoojung’s mouth, dribbling down her chin and tickling Yoojung’s perky breasts. Yoojung’s deprived hands desperately clenched onto Arin’s famously full-bodied ass cheeks, the sweat from which soaked into Yoojung’s hands as she started to lose grip. Yoojung could feel herself letting go, sinking deeper into euphoria as she smothered herself further into Arin’s tightening pussy.

“For fuck’s sake!”

The sudden vibrations that emanated from her cell phone next to her rudely interrupted Yoojung’s fantasy—it was Fantagio. Having already fucked over her solo time, Yoojung decided to have a little fun and let her employer figuratively fuck her as well; she let the phone ring a little longer, pressing it between her thighs while she enjoyed the pulsating sensation against her unsatisfied pussy. She finally answered before it could go to voicemail, Yoojung’s own juice dripping down her cheek as she pressed the drenched phone against her ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is front desk at Fantagio Headquarters. There’s a man outside the building who claims he’s returning your notebook? The security guard wants confirmation if we should let him in or not.”

Yoojung was delighted at this stunning but expected development. “Yes, yes! Send him in and give him full access to the building, whatever he needs. I’ll be right there!” Yoojung hung up in haste and rushed to put on some pants as she excitedly stumbled toward the front door.

“Let the games begin,” Yoojung thought to herself.

* * *

Being one of Fantagio’s top female draws allowed Yoojung many unique and unexpected perks at the company, like getting to set the menu at the cafeteria on certain days of the week and having managers turn a blind eye to her sex-filled adventures. But she was about to abuse the one obscure power she hadn’t yet taken advantage of: access to the Fantagio HQ Control Room.

She hurriedly badged into the building, passing front desk and making her way toward the room tucked away at the corner of the lobby. She was so excited to get to the room that she didn't even notice Doyeon standing at the elevators. The lone security guard was expecting her when she finally entered the control room.

“Where is he?” Yoojung asked.

He pointed to one of the many monitors on the wall before leaving Yoojung to her own devices. On the screen, the man she met on the bus two weeks ago could be seen walking down the corridor of the second floor, his gaze drawn toward the tiny screen of his phone. On a nearby monitor, Doyeon was about to board the elevator, their two paths on a collision course.

Doyeon had been Yoojung’s best friend for a long time, and so when Yoojung saw an opportunity to help Doyeon in the game she forced her to play, Yoojung seized it. The man boarded the elevator with Doyeon on it, and before it could reach the third floor, Yoojung pressed a button on the control panel that cut all power to the elevator.

“You’re welcome,” Yoojung thought.

She grabbed the microphone in front of her, redirecting the PA system so that it only played in the stopped elevator. She turned it on and began speaking in her best business-like voice.

“We are currently experiencing a power outage. Please remain calm as we attempt to restore power.” As Yoojung turned off the microphone, a devilish sense of accomplishment in playing God washed over her.

Just then, Yoojung felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out to see a text message from Elly:

Open VLIVE

Yoojung did as she was asked by her unnie, opening the app to see a 30 second clip of Elly in one of the practice rooms, the wall behind her covered in sweat and cum before the video abruptly stopped. It was enough evidence for Yoojung as she mentally crossed Elly’s name out of the game.

She looked back at the monitors to see the elevator camera switched to night mode. In the green hue, she saw Doyeon already in the middle of getting her brains fucked out. Yoojung was getting horny from the sight. She locked the door behind her, pulling down her shorts before cozying up on the security guard's chair and lifting her parted legs onto the control panel. She started rubbing herself furiously, watching as her best friend was getting pleasured on the other side of the monitor. Seeing Doyeon be so rough with him drove Yoojung to an impending orgasm that she was denied earlier that morning; she couldn’t deny it any longer once she saw Doyeon swallow a hot load of cum as the man continued to take pictures of her. Yoojung gushed all over the seat, getting some of her juices onto the control panel and almost short-circuiting it in the process.

It took Yoojung some time to realize where she was after being temporarily incapacitated from her Earth-shattering orgasm. Doyeon was still trapped in the elevator, sitting in awkward silence waiting to be let out. Yoojung flipped the power back on for her and started to clean up the mess she just made in the control room. It was everywhere. By the time she was done, she pulled up her pants and saw another text message, this time from Suyeon:

u @ the office? in meeting rm 7. about to fuck bus guy

Yoojung texted back:

omw

Yoojung quickly rushed up to the third floor to get a front row seat to the events unfolding upstairs. As the elevator doors opened, she saw Doyeon, fresh out of a meeting, walking toward her. Sei, who was right behind, suddenly stopped in front of meeting room 7. She looked perplexed when she walked by the room as if she saw something through the room's window that she couldn't explain. Sei entered the room and disappeared from the corridor.

Doyeon called out to Yoojung, “Oh good, I was just about to send you pictures. I was stuck in the elevator with him.”

“Yeah, I know! Who do you think stopped the elevator for you, huh?” She was expecting Doyeon to give her thanks, but she was caught off guard when it was a lecture instead.

“You know, I think you need to stop this game,” Doyeon said with her arms crossed. “I think he actually likes you. He’s a nice guy, but you need to stop toying with him before he gets hurt.”

Doyeon was always trying to be the logic and reason to Yoojung’s madness and recklessness when no one else could. Sometimes it worked, but Yoojung was hellbent on seeing this game through.

She brushed Doyeon off. “Likes me? No, I let him cum in me. You know what they say, ‘Teach a man to cum, you feed him for a day. Let a man cum in you, you satiate him for a lifetime.’ He just wants more of the Yoojung Juice.”

Doyeon looked back at her in frustration. “Ok, first off, that’s NOT how the saying goes, Yoojung. And second, ew, why would you call it ‘Yoojung Juice’?”

Unable to find a fitting comeback, Yoojung ignored her and continued down the hall. Sei had exited the meeting room and was walking toward Yoojung.

“Did you do it yet?” Yoojung asked Sei.

Sei whispered, “No, but I think Suyeon unnie is in there with him right now.”

“Yeah, Suyeon unnie just sent me a text that she was about to fuck him in there.”

Sei started to fill Yoojung in on some details: “They’re under the desk. Unnie’s clothes were on the floor when I saw an arm grab it from under the table as I walked in. Plus, unnie left an oily imprint of her ass on the window. The whole room smells like a greasy frying pan.”

Yoojung barely let Sei finish her story before she ran down to the meeting room in question. She was slightly aroused and needed to see for herself. Lo and behold, Sei was right: it did smell like a greasy frying pan. A huge puddle of oil collected by the window and started to seep into the carpeting. Above that, she saw the faint shape of Suyeon’s ass pressed against the glass pane in oil, just like Sei had mentioned. She couldn’t wait to hear the full story from Suyeon when she got home.

She looked toward the table in the middle of the room. The sun shined through the window, revealing the shadows of two naked bodies projected onto the floor underneath the table. She decided to torture her unnie by sitting at the desk for a bit.

As she sat down at the table, she tried to hold in a giggle while imagining the scenario playing just beneath her. Just then, she heard a barely audible Suyeon try to whisper in a dull, low tone: “Keep going.” Yoojung almost laughed hearing that.

She saw her own notebook just across the table and an idea started to form after seeing a pen and notepad next to it.

“Let’s keep this game fresh and exciting,” Yoojung thought.

Knowing the schedules of the maknae line later in the week, she started writing a letter as if she was Sei, pretending that she stole the notebook and would have to get it back. Yoojung wrote the locations of where Sei, Lua, and Rina would be, hoping the man would visit all three and leave Lucy as the lone loser of the game.

Yoojung always loved having sex with Lucy; she was turned on by the maknae’s innocence and she was, by far, the best pussy eater in the group. It would take a perfect storm to have Lucy fuck her with a strapon, but she was setting up the game to head in that direction. Even if it wasn’t Lucy in the end, Yoojung was happy settling for anyone else in the maknae line to fuck her after the unnie line successfully completed their missions.

As Yoojung finished fabricating her letter, she heard a subdued moan coming out from under the table. She also picked out the subtle sound of cum splashing against skin, having heard the sound many times before. That’s when she knew it was time to leave and let her unnie enjoy the moment. Yoojung quietly sneaked out with her notebook in hand and closed the door behind her. She smiled as she made her way down the hallway, pulling out her phone to send a group chat to Suyeon, Elly, and Doyeon:

Nobody fucking tell the maknaes I have the notebook

sending bus boy their way on Thursday ㅋㅋㅋ

The game was soon coming to an exhilarating finale. Someone was eventually going to be fucking Yoojung with a strapon.

They were in the endgame now.

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe FINALE: Game Over (Yoojung × Lucy feat. OMG's Arin)

A/N: Ready for the finale? To prep for it, I highly recommend catching up with parts 5-8.

#kpop smut #weki meki smut #yoojung smut #oh my girl smut #arin smut #YouWeMe

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YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada

Idol(s): Lucy [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

Content Advisory: Daddy kink

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 7: Truth or Dare (Sei)

A/N: If you're as bummed as I am about the WeMe Queendom news yesterday (or lack thereof), have no fear. YouWeMe is back with the eighth and final member before we head into the two-part finale. Enjoy!

The mega mall in Yeouido is a beautiful sight to behold. Standing at eight stories, the behemoth towers over most buildings in the area and shields you from the midday sun. At the entrance, Lucy is sitting on a bench with her head buried in her phone. No sight of Yoojung yet, but you approach the girl.

“Hi Lucy.”

“Ugh, finally. I was wondering when you were—oh. Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” When Lucy looks up from her phone and meets your gaze, the excitement in her pupils turns to disappointment. It’s clear that she’s waiting on the same person you are: Yoojung.

“I’ll save you some trouble: I’m bus guy. I assume you’ve heard of me? I know you’re meeting Yoojung here.”

Her disappointment disappears again, returning to a look of curiosity as she scans you from head to toe.

“Ah, so you’re the infamous bus guy. It’s nice to finally meet you!” Lucy stands to bow to you. “Yoojung unnie said she was going to be late.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.”

“Well, she might be a while and I don’t want to keep you waiting in this summer weather. How about I text her later to meet us inside? Come on.”

Lucy grabs your hand and leads you into the air-conditioned mall, up numerous escalators, and zig zags her way through the army of clothing racks—past the shoes, the kids department, and mens clothing. When she finally stops, there is nothing but a sea of swimwear in all directions.

“The unnies were planning a weekend trip to the beach. I don’t have swimwear, so Yoojung unnie said she’d take me to the mall to pick out swimsuits and she’d pay for it. Since she isn’t here yet, you can help me pick out something!”

She methodically walks around the army of racks, carefully inspecting pieces that pique her interest.

“What kind of swimwear are you looking for?” you ask.

She continues to look through the thousands of choices. “I’m looking for something a little less conservative and a little more… risqué.”

Lucy pulls a two-piece off one of the racks, comparing it against her body as she tries to determine if it’s a good fit. From your view, it definitely looks like a good fit on her, but all you can think about is how it would look even better on the floor.

An idea enters your head that causes an excitement in your pants. You start wandering around the area trying to find the skimpiest two-piece imaginable for Lucy to try on. It doesn’t take long to find what you’re looking for. You pull it off the rack—it’s a little red number, the top looking like it would just barely cover her nipples, and the bottom a thong bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Hey Lucy, what about this?” you ask, pointing at the red strings that barely pass as clothing dangling off the hanger you hold in your hand.

“Hmm... looks a little... small.”

“Well, why don’t you try it on first and see?”

Lucy grins, grabbing the bikini from you before she spots one of the department store workers.

“Excuse me, where is the fitting room?”

The older lady points to the corner of the store. When you get there, you try to sneakily walk into the dressing room with her, but Lucy stops you.

“Wait out here.”

She locks the door behind her as you dejectedly slump into one of the chairs just outside the dressing rooms. After what seems like an eternity, Lucy calls out to you.

“Hey, can you come in here, please?”

You excitedly rush back into the dressing rooms. There’s a slight crack in Lucy’s dressing room door calling out to you to come in. Your imagination runs wild on what adventures possibly await you beyond the door.

You slowly open it little by little until it’s open just enough for you to slide in. Lucy slams the door behind you. You turn around to see Lucy leaning against the door, your jaw dropping in stunned silence at her almost-naked body.

“So, what do you think?” Lucy devilishly smiles, eagerly awaiting your feedback.

You’re glad you picked that particular bikini: Lucy looks so hot and fuckable in it. Your eyes gaze straight into hers, making its way down to see Lucy sexually licking her lips. Your gaze travels down further to her visibly hard nipples pressing against the thin red swatches of fabric on her chest that barely cover anything. Lucy’s youthful, supple breasts are on full display, her cleavage and underboob calling out to you, begging to be grabbed. Your eyeline passes her toned stomach down to her bikini bottoms, or lack thereof. The red string that’s supposed to provide cover is instead engulfed between her pink lips, and when she spins around for you, a nice pair of bare cheeks stare back. Lucy in that outfit is the physical embodiment of sin, and in that moment, it would be worth spending eternity in the second circle of hell for a piece of her body.

“Well,” you say as you slowly inch toward her, “I think with that devilish body, you’ve gotta be punished.” You press Lucy against the door, your face just inches from hers.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it... daddy?” Lucy smiles knowing exactly what you’re gonna do about it. Your ears perk up hearing Lucy call you daddy: you quite like the sound of it.

You slowly slide your index finger between her pillowy breasts, curling your finger around the string that’s just barely keeping her clothed. You pull your finger toward you, easily undoing Lucy’s top as it floats to the floor, just as you imagined.

Lucy bites her lower lip while staring at you. “Is that all you’re going to do? I don’t think daddy’s naughty girl learned her lesson.”

“Oh, I’m not done.” You press your index finger against her chest again, slowly grazing her skin as it starts to form goosebumps from your gentle touch. Your finger lowers through Lucy’s bare breasts, down every crevice of her abs before finally making its way down to her needy pussy. You rub her smooth, pink lips with one finger on either side of her entrance. Lucy tries to hold in her excitement but as you continue to rub, Lucy’s cool breath travels down your chest as she exhales from her nose.

You move her bikini that obstructs her entrance to the side of her thigh. Lucy winces as your fingers start to penetrate her, stunned at how good it feels inside her. The heels of her feet steadily lift off the ground, her body being held up by the tips of her toes as her torso slides up the door you have her propped up against.

You withdraw your surprisingly soaked fingers from her, tugging on Lucy’s bikini bottom as you exit. It doesn’t take much effort before it glides to the ground, her naked body now staring at you.

“Wow, you’re already this wet for me?” you ask as you examine Lucy’s slick trickling down your fingers.

“Don’t stop, daddy,” Lucy begs as she tries to futilely take your fingers and re-insert them in her. You decide to punish her for trying to get off without your permission, pushing your fingers into Lucy’s salivating mouth instead.

“You like the way you taste?”

Lucy tickles your fingers with the top of her tongue, running it across each joint as she sucks and swallows the mixture of her saliva and slick. Lucy can only nod as her beckoning eyes implore you to take her further.

There’s no point in stopping now: you’ve gone past the point of no return. Ravaging Lucy’s sinfully-tight body is well worth losing an invitation to heaven. Not that you need the invitation, anyway—feeling Lucy’s wet walls around your stiff cock was going to be heavenly enough.

You take your fingers out of Lucy’s satisfied mouth and hurriedly unbutton your pants and shirt as they join the red bikini on the floor. You wrap your arms around Lucy’s hips. In response, Lucy wraps her arms around your neck and jumps up onto you as her legs lock around your waist, her heavenly entrance pressing against your erect shaft.

With Lucy now clinging onto you like a koala, you carry her toward the opposite side of the room, pinning her back against the mirror that adorns the wall.

Lucy whispers in your ear, “Punish me, daddy.”

You line up your cock, aiming right between her hungry thighs, sticking just the tip in before pulling out again: you really want her to beg for it. She lets out a whimper, pleading for you to stick it back in.

Lucy’s been punished enough. You slowly thrust into her until you’re fully pressed into Lucy’s warm, inviting pussy. Lucy leans her head back in enjoyment, closing her eyes as her lips part like the Red Sea to let out a moan.

“Fuck, daddy, what big cock you have.”

“The better to punish you with, my dear,” you reply, enjoying thrusting against Lucy’s red, riding hood.

Your hips continue to rock back and forth, Lucy’s breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. As you thrust harder, the wall rattles wildly and the mirror almost dislodges from its position on the wall. It’s a good thing no one else is trying on clothes, they would’ve definitely heard the loud raucous coming from your dressing room.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” you ask Lucy. She only smiles and shakes her head, the tightening grip of her legs around your waist only begging you to keep going.

*knock knock*

The sudden banging on the door interrupts your session—it's the attendant who directed Lucy to the fitting rooms earlier. Lucy covers your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from continuing to punish her pussy.

“Everything fitting okay, miss?” she questions through the unlocked door.

“Oh yes, it’s nice and tight. Fits just like a glove in me—I mean ON me. But I think this would make me so wet... at the beach.” Lucy winks at you.

The older lady luckily doesn’t catch all the sexual innuendos. “Maybe I can pull a couple tankinis off the rack for you to try on? It would be a looser fit and provide more skin coverage so you won’t get as wet.” Through the unwanted interrogation, you continue to fuck Lucy, softening your thrusts so as not to cause a commotion in front of the attendant.

Lucy holds back her laughter, clearly enjoying being punished by your ramming cock as the attendant continues to remain oblivious to Lucy’s suggestive banter.

“No, that's okay. I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to see if it fits better, I might still take this one home with me!”

The attendant's voice trails off as she walks away, "Okay, let me know if there's anything I can help you with."

As the attendant leaves, the weight of Lucy’s body starts to feel heavier under your weary legs. The sweat dripping throughout her naked body causes her to slip from your grasp. In a last-ditch effort to desperately keep her pinned up, you reposition your hands to hold Lucy up, clenching onto Lucy’s bare bottom.

“I hope you’re ready to cum, Lucy. Daddy can’t hold you up any longer.”

Like clockwork, the mirror starts to form a halo of fog around Lucy’s body as she radiates heat. Her sharp nails dig into your shoulder blades and her leg grip tightens even further. Feeling Lucy’s orgasm coming, you thrust faster into her, hoping to expedite the process.

“Fuck, daddy!” Lucy screams. Her walls constrict around you, her fluids coating your cock and dripping down the mirror. As she comes down from her high, her grip around your body starts to loosen, making it extremely hard to keep her up any longer. She leans into you and in an effort to try to prevent her from dropping, you stumble backward and fall on your butt, your sweaty back meeting the cold concrete floor. It stings like a bitch, but seeing Lucy still impaled on your cock makes it worth it.

“Now it’s my turn to make daddy cum.”

Lucy smiles as she places her hands on your chest and continues to move her dripping-wet pussy on your cock. Having already done all the heavy lifting both literally and figuratively, your tired body just watches Lucy work her magic, her breasts dangling freely in front of you and clapping against each other as she pivots on your cock. Her hair sways against your face, tickling your nose while her sweat drops from her forehead, blessing your lips with the taste of her salty sweat that mixed with her sweet jasmine and freesia perfume.

You have just enough energy left to grab onto her hips and say, “I’m so close, Lucy.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open—it's Yoojung.

“Having fun fucking our maknae Lucy?” she asks.

Yoojung isn’t wearing anything under her already short skirt; you can see her familiar cute pussy from your view on the floor. She leans her arm against the frame and blocks the entrance. In her other hand, she's holding out the red notebook you've spent days looking for. Her eyebrows scrunch together, creating wrinkles on her forehead. Yoojung doesn’t look so happy.

“Yoojung! It’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh, really? I’d love to see you explain how you managed to get your dick ‘accidentally’ stuck between Lucy’s legs.”

Her stern expression holds for a couple seconds before she bursts out in laughter. Lucy laughs along. She knowingly smiles at Yoojung as Yoojung smiles back at you. Your orgasm stalls as you try to figure out what is going on in this confusing situation.

Before you can say anything more, Yoojung says two words that confuse you even further:

“Game over.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 9: The Hunger Game (Yoojung feat. OMG's Arin)

A/N: Apologies for the "unsatisfying" ending. If you haven't already, be sure to catch up on the previous YouWeMe chapters.

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banananutsmuthie · 2 years

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YouWeMe Part 7: Truth or Dare

Idol(s): Sei [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 3.5k+ words

Content Advisory: Public(ish) Sex, Female Humiliation

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 6: Tickle (Lua)

Foolish is the woman who wears a white dress on an overcast day.

Especially during monsoon season, it’s a gamble—one with high risk and low reward, more reckless than forgetting to set your alarm and less fun than any Las Vegas game of chance. And yet, the City of Sin can’t compare to the sinfulness of the sight should she lose her bet against the clouds that threaten Seoul with rain, the same clouds that gave chase from the yoga studio where you left Soeun just a couple hours ago.

The taxi finally stops at a park overlooking the Han River. There she is, making fruitless bets that she can’t afford to lose. Other than a few passersby, the only one in the park is Sei.

Her speck of white stands out among the sea of green while the dark gray sky blankets the scene. The only hint of blue lies in the river that’s gently rocking boats to sleep. The trees dance mindlessly in the wind, a harbinger for the oncoming rain.

Grass lightly crunches under your feet as you approach her from behind. Her blanket flaps in the breeze, but she’s left enough space next to her to suggest she’s been expecting you. Your foot holds down a corner of the blanket as you sit down next to her.

“You know,” you start to say as you bring your knees to your chest, “you haven’t made it easy to get back into Yoojung’s pants.”

Sei’s too enamored with the view of the Han River in front of her to even be bothered by your presence. With the AirPods in her ears, it’s understandable. Maybe she didn’t hear you through whatever music she may be listening to, but then, a smirk starts to form on her face.

“Took you long enough,” Sei finally says.

“Cut the games, Sei. Where’s the notebook?”

She takes one final mental picture of the gorgeous scenery before finally turning her head toward you. “Funny you should mention games, you’ll have to play one with me if you want Yoojung’s notebook back.”

The last couple of weeks have been one giant game. Sei can’t possibly deter you with whatever game she can concoct, not after coming this far for a chance to destroy Yoojung’s fun-sized body again.

“What did you have in mind?” you ask Sei.

“I was thinking a simple game of truth or dare. We’ll alternate for five rounds, and at the end of the fifth round, I’ll tell you where the notebook is, just like I promised. Here’s the rules: you have to do at least three dares, and you can’t ask where the notebook is or dare me to give it to you.”

Before you can even agree, Sei quickly starts the game. “Round 1, you go first.”

The first choice is important: it sets the tone for the rest of the game. With no data points to know what kind of dares Sei will give, maybe it’s better to use a truth for the first round.

“Okay, um, truth,” you answer.

“Do you think Yoojung unnie has a cute pussy?”

It’s an easy enough question that doesn’t require thinking. If this is how the game is going to go, it’s going to be a walk (or sit down) in a park.

“Yes. Your turn.”

Sei replies, “Truth.”

“Okay. Hmm…” You sit in contemplation trying to think of a question for Sei. She waits for a couple seconds, which is longer than how long she really wants to wait.

“Time’s up! Round 2!” she blurts out.

“Wait, what? That’s not fair! That wasn’t part of the rules!”

“Well, it’s my game. If you want the notebook, you’ll think of a question more quickly next time.”

Maybe the wasted opportunity is a blessing in disguise; the quicker you can get through the game, the quicker you could be on your way back to Yoojung.

“Fine, whatever. Dare.”

Sei’s pupils dilate and the corner of her lip twitches at your choice. The softball she threw in round one was just that—a softball. She throws a fastball this time, one that catches you off guard.

“Take your dick out,” she commands.

You scan the park. There’s a couple cyclists passing by on the concrete bike trail off in the distance and some boats in the river, but other than that, the park is nearly empty. Still, you hesitate.

“Are you serious?” you ask.

“I’ll take truth and answer your question: yes. On to round 3!”

“That wasn’t even my question, that definitely shouldn't count!” you tell Sei, but there really isn’t a point in arguing with the gamemaster. It’s her game and she’s definitely not wavering.

“Come on, take it out. You want the notebook, don’t you?”

“But we’re in a public place.”

“There’s barely anyone around! Plus, if you’re as big as Yoojung unnie says you are, then you have nothing to worry about.”

Fuck it. You’ve done worse with the rest of the Weki Meki girls. You quickly unzip your pants, reaching in through your boxers as you pull out your flaccid cock. Sei’s cold fingers slowly wrap around your shaft, grabbing on tight as she starts to stroke you. There’s a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you anxiously look around to make sure no one sees you getting a hand job in the park.

“Sei, wh-what are you doing? We could get arrested!”

“Shh, just let me take care of you.”

Sei can’t care less that she’s an idol giving a random stranger a hand job in the park. She has a lot more to lose, but her risky gamble pays off. The cyclists are long gone and the boats continue to float on. No cops have turned up to arrest you. The world hasn’t ended.

The tense muscles in your body slowly start to relax with each of Sei’s strokes until finally, she has you in a full erection.

“Okay, I’m jealous,” Sei says as her eyes widen in delight, “I wish you would’ve met me first so I could have you all to myself!” Sei lets go and returns to using her hand to prop her up on her blanket, eyes again admiring the river off in the distance. “Alright, your turn again, bus guy. Truth or dare?”

There’s no telling what other sinister dares Sei can come up with as a follow up. Best not to find out just yet. You burn up your last chance at a respite, postponing the rest of the dares to the last two rounds.

“Truth.”

“Would you like to have some public sex with me right now?” Right to the point. Your hand reaches for her thigh, but she slaps it away.

“Hey! I didn’t say to fuck me, did I? If you want it, you gotta play the game. I didn’t dare you, I asked you: would you like to have some public sex with me right now?”

“Yes, of course. Your turn, Sei,” you respond, eagerly awaiting her response. Having exhausted her truths as well, it’s a game of dares now, but she doesn’t seem fazed at all. She only shrugs knowing she doesn’t have any other choice. Her eyes give off willing participant vibes, beseeching you to do your worst.

“Take off your panties.”

“Really? I basically throw myself at you, and that’s all you got?”

Sei is a performer, so it comes as no surprise when she makes a fanfare of such a simple task. Her knees pull up to her chest until they lightly press against her breasts. Her dress rides up as she parts her legs, revealing her creamy smooth thighs and panties underneath. Her naughty hand reaches down and traces the two lips visible through the light fabric, rubbing herself repeatedly in the process.

Sei pulls the undergarment to her knees with two pinched fingers. The panties do the rest, effortlessly slipping down the slope of her shins and collecting at the base of her feet. With a kick of her leg, her panties fly off and land on a patch of grass in front of her. Sei tugs back down on her dress, denying you a longer view of what lies beneath.

It seems the weather has different plans: it wants to see Sei naked, too.

Above, the clouds can no longer hold back. Rain splashes against your forehead and trickles down your face. It’s tolerable, but it doesn’t take long before it starts to pour. The white dress that Sei is wearing turns translucent, drenched by the abruptly bad weather. Her dress starts to cling to her body, nipples poking through her top and revealing Sei’s secret that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her skirt sinks in the crevice between her thighs, highlighting the outline of the two lips Sei tried to hide just a second ago. Even fully clothed, Sei’s body is on full display for the entire world to see.

Still, you can’t help but feel a little bad for the girl.

“You sure you want to keep playing? Maybe we should find some shelter and get out of the rain,” you suggest to Sei.

“No, I like this. Keep going. It’s your turn.”

“Well, we’re both out of truths, so dare.”

“I dare you to fuck me right here,” Sei commands.

Gone is any hesitation of public indecency. No one else is out in the park in the torrential rain, and with Sei daring you to fuck her, there’s no reason to end the game now. It’s just getting started.

Sei leans back, parts her legs, and pulls up her dress, the open invitation now awaiting your response. Like a tiger, you pounce. Sei’s back presses against the soaked blanket. Her arms wrap around your neck as your body hovers over her.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

Her outer lips welcome you in from the cold, your cock slowly disappearing between her warm folds.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Sei.”

“Yeah, well, you’re definitely the biggest I’ve had. No wonder Yoojung unnie raved about you! Now you get to have some fun with me!”

As you begin pumping into her, Sei pulls you in against her body. Her breasts rub against your chest with every thrust. Her shivering lips press against your ear in the embrace, tickling your earlobe in the process. She whispers even though no one is in earshot to hear her anyway: “K-keep me w-w-warm.”

“Will this be warm enough?”

Your cock slams faster into Sei, the friction warming up both your bodies and creating a sound so boisterous that it could’ve been mistaken for thunder. The lighting rod thrusting in and out of Sei electrifies her loins, sending shockwaves to her walls that pulsate against your cock in response.

“Fuck, yes! Ruin me! Humiliate me! Do whatever you want! I dare you!” Sei’s voice comes out garbled as the rain fills her open mouth. It isn’t even her turn to give you another dare. But who can say no to Sei asking to be humiliated?

“You want to be humiliated? Get on all fours,” you command her. Sei smiles as she follows your orders. She looks back at you with ass perking up toward you. It’s not enough. “No, not on the blanket. Over there.” You point to a nearby puddle where no grass dare grow. If she wants to be humiliated, getting her dirty seems like the perfect way to do it.

Sei dives belly first into the mud, her white dress now completely ruined. She reassumes her position on all fours. You drag her by the ankles so that her knees sit at the edge of the puddle. Why should you get dirty just because Sei wants to be humiliated? You kneel down onto the soft grass, grabbing Sei’s hips and reinserting yourself from behind.

The sound of rain hitting every surface is loud enough to drown out the sound of skin slapping violently against skin. The only sound that can be heard over the rain is Sei’s moans.

“That’s it, wreck me! Forget about Yoojung, make this pussy yours! I’m your pet to do with however you please.”

From behind, you jerk hard on her drenched locks. Sei’s head cocks back in the forceful tug. “I oughta muzzle you,” you tell her.

“Do it,” Sei says. You let go of her hair and grab onto her head, pushing her face down into the puddle.

“Mmmh!” Air bubbles start to form on the surface as she lets out an indistinguishable yelp. You grab a fistful of her hair again, pulling her out of the mud.

“You like that?” you ask her.

Sei turns her head back toward you, just enough to see her ruined face dripping with mud. “Yes, please! Fuck me while I drown in this puddle!” She leans forward into the mud again, this time of her own accord. You let go of her hair and return to grabbing her hips.

You continue faster from behind. The rhythm of the rain keeps time with every thrust into her warm entrance, a welcomed sign compared to the chill of the droplets that are making it harder to continue to grip onto her hips. Your hands slip and slide up the sides of her torso, causing her dress to ride up and expose Sei’s back to the harsh elements. Her spine acts like an aqueduct for the rain, further making a mess of her dress. She lets out more undecipherable moans into the mud. Her face lifts up out of the puddle just slightly, enough to hear what she’s saying.

“Fuck, yes! That’s it, right there! Oh!”

Her walls tighten again, and if it wasn’t for the rain letting up a little, it would’ve been hard to tell Sei just orgasmed in the relentlessly cold rain, even with her warm juices now coating your cock. Her entire body collapses into mud, Sei’s face turned to the side to allow her some air while she blissfully lies in the mud enjoying the euphoric feeling tingling through her body.

You stroke your shaft while waiting for Sei to spring back to life. In the half minute it takes waiting for her, the rain almost comes to a complete stop, decreasing to just a light drizzle. But the damage is already done. Sei’s clothes are a mess and so are yours. You get up and hover over her.

“Come on, Sei, get up. We gotta finish the game. It’s your turn.”

She pushes herself out of the mud, wiping her face just enough to see through the mud mask. She kneels in front of you, helping you along by stroking you.

“For my dare, I’ll let you paint me wherever you want.” Sei’s perfectly white teeth shine brightly through the grime on her face. Further down, her cleavage is covered with even more mud.

“Fine. I dare you to let me cum on your chest.” It’s a fitting end to the humiliation Sei wants to be put through.

“Okay!” she says. The enthusiasm clearly shows through each of Sei’s tugs that get faster and faster. Her breasts jiggle as a result, screaming to wash away the mud until you finally cum. Spurts of white spray on her breasts like a pressure washer, wiping off the mud and replacing it with a hot sticky fluid that scatters across her chest like an abstract painting. Sei looks down and admires the piece of work before getting back up and pulling her dress back down.

“You know, if things don’t work out with Yoojung, you know where to find me. I’ll be your little fucktoy.”

“As long as you promise not to make me run all over the city again,” you reply. Sei responds with a smirk before moving on.

“Final round, bus guy. You ready?”

“Dare, obviously.”

“Come on. Are you serious? That’s too embarrassing,” Sei says.

“Well, according to you, I can’t pick truth, so what do you want me to do? What would be so embarrassing that we haven’t already done?”

“Oh, no no no, that’s fine. Do you see that couple over there?” Off in the distance, there’s a couple underneath an umbrella on the bike path walking toward you and Sei. They haven’t noticed either of you, appearing to be too busy on their date, their gazes more interested in each other than anything else. “I want you to go up to them and ask them to come here and take a picture of us.”

It isn’t what you expected when you chose dare. It’s actually quite baffling considering it’s going to be more embarrassing for Sei than you. But then again, she has been all about being humiliated. This must be a dream for her.

“You’re gonna take a picture just like that? You’re not gonna clean up or anything?”

Sei smiles. “Nope.”

The only cleaning up Sei does is pull up the shoulder straps on her dress, chest still white and nipples still peeking through her soiled dress.

You zip up your pants before jogging toward the couple. Every step squishes against the inundated grass, leaking out excess water from the oversaturated soil. It’s hard to avoid the puddles that have formed, and eventually, the water manages to penetrate your shoe, making your socks a disgusting swamp. Finally, you approach them.

“Excuse me. Sorry to bother you,” you start off. A look of concern grows bigger on their faces ever since they noticed you running toward them. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?” You point toward Sei as she’s putting on a face mask to cover her identity while finally putting her AirPods away. It’s an amazing feat of technological advancement that her earphones even lasted through the downpour.

The beautiful couple look at each other and agree to the request, following you onto the grass where Sei is waiting. As you approach, the couple are in visible shock at Sei’s appearance: your cum still splattered all over her chest while her barely-there dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Sei hands over her phone to the man and tugs you into the photo. The sight is too much for them to say anything as they hurriedly take your picture with Sei and leave.

There’s a worry that they’ll report you or that they might even recognize Sei through her face mask. Those worries go away when you overhear the woman speak to her partner.

“See, why can’t we be that adventurous?” she asks, playfully slapping her boyfriend on the arm and continuing their date.

Sei takes off her face mask once the couple is far enough. There’s still one final dare before she gives you Yoojung’s notebook.

“Okay, bus guy. Hit me with your best shot.”

As the final dare of the game, there’s no holding back. You pick up the blanket and Sei’s underwear that she kicked off earlier to make sure she doesn’t use it for the grand finale.

“I dare you to give me your dress,” you command.

She hesitates for a second before slipping it off over her head and handing you the soggy piece of cloth, hands doing their best job to cover herself as much as she can.

“You’re gonna give that back to me, right?” she asks.

“What’s the matter? I thought you loved being humiliated?”

“Yeah, but—”

“First, tell me where the notebook is.”

“I don’t have it.”

“What do you mean you don’t have it? Where is it then?”

“I gave it back to Yoojung.”

“What the fuck, Sei! I needed it as an excuse to see her again! What am I going to do now?”

Sei can’t even answer the question. She’s too concerned about her nakedness in the middle of a park. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, you remember a tidbit from Yoojung’s notebook from when you read it a couple days ago: “Shopping w/ Lucy”. Friday at 1PM in Yeouido. Tomorrow.

“Nevermind, I think I know how to find her.”

You have no use for Sei now. Opening the Uber app, there’s a bunch of cars already within the vicinity ready to take you home, your second meeting with Yoojung finally less than 24 hours away. The sedan is already pulling into the parking lot as soon as you press the button to initiate the ride.

“Wait, can I have my clothes back?” Sei yells as you run toward the Uber with her belongings. She’s too far now to turn back. Not like she deserves her clothes back, she didn’t keep up her end of the deal. Besides, it would be rude to keep the Uber driver waiting.

“Have fun getting home!” you yell back.

As you get into the car and drive off, you take one more look out into the park. Sei’s naked body stands out in the sea of muted greens, browns, and grays, her ass cheeks violently bouncing against each other as she sprints away toward the horizon. Only one thought crosses your mind when she fades out of view:

Foolish is the woman who wears a white dress on a rainy day.

Perhaps even more foolish is the same woman playing a game of sexual truth or dare in a public place, for in her risky gambles, she is now naked in the middle of a park running to find sanctuary.

As life collects on her lost bets, Sei joins a long list of degenerate gamblers who learned the same lesson too late:

In the game of life, the house always wins.

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 8: The Devil Wears Nada (Lucy)

A/N: We're almost in the home stretch! Some of you have been waiting for Lucy since the beginning. Hope you're ready for it, then we'll finally get to the two-part finale of YouWeMe!

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YouWeMe Part 5: Peanut Butter Cups

Idol(s): Rina [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 6.3k+ words

Content Advisory: There is smut, but it takes a back seat to the main intention of this chapter, which is to evoke some emotional response (fluff/angst?)

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 4: Lunch and a Show (Suyeon)

A/N: See "Content Advisory" above. For purposes of the story, Rina will be referenced by her real name. There is also some interactive media at some point in the story that is OPTIONAL. I admit it's a little gimmicky but I wanted to try something different, and I think it matches with the story. Also, a special thanks to @ggidolsmuts for advising on a portion of this piece

Thisclose to finding Yoojung. If only you hadn’t been so careless with the red notebook while at Fantagio HQ a couple days ago, you probably could’ve been fucking Yoojung again by now. Instead, Sei is probably laughing in the comfort of a chilled room while you run around the city trying to find her. Luckily, a nondescript building shadows over you. It’s the building. Or at least Google Maps says it is. What matters is the brief relief it provides from the Seoul summer sun. You check the back of Sei’s letter again just to be sure.

This is definitely the right place.

Even though the words are already committed to memory, you read the mysterious note for the umpteenth time in hopes of unlocking some hidden meaning:

Heard you were looking for Yoojung, too bad I have her notebook now :) Don’t worry, I haven’t told her yet. I’m willing to give it back to you… for a price. You’ll have to find me first though ㅋㅋㅋ I’ll be at one of the three locations written on the back of this letter on Thursday afternoon. And you better hurry, I won’t be there all day. You’ll get your notebook once I’m satisfied ;)

P.S. Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun with Suyeon unnie right now (Yes, I know you’re hiding under this table, you guys aren’t very inconspicuous)

xoxo Sei

One thing sticks out in the letter: “once I’m satisfied”. If past experiences are any indication, then it seems the horniness of these Weki Meki girls is just on another level. Or at least that’s how it reads.

Inside, the smell of dental offices is almost undeniable. It isn’t just the fluoride and latex, though. Further down empty hallways, there’s an insurance company office, a tech startup workspace, and even a small coffee shop. You reach the third floor, letters and numbers on every door you pass. 3A, 3B, then finally 3C—the first address Sei had provided in her letter.

You turn the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. A mirror-filled wall looks out towards a window. Various yoga apparatuses fill the room. The lone woman in there stands atop one of the apparatuses, one leg swinging like a pendulum as her toned butt greets you through her yoga pants. It definitely isn’t Sei. Not with that ass.

This isn't the right location.

“Excuse me, is Sei here?” She steps off the table and turns toward you—it’s Rina.

“Oppa, is that you?” Rina calls out with squinted eyes.

Oppa? The fact she’s using this level of familiarity seems a little strange.

“Oh my gosh, it is! Oppa, it’s me! Kang Soeun!” The sound of her name tickles your ears and overloads your brain with forgotten memories from middle school. The overheating of processing power spreads across your entire body and makes your skin feel fuzzy. Cheek muscles start to tense when the realization finally hits. Of course. Who could forget a childhood crush?

She runs up to hug you, her pillowy breasts squishing against your body. Despite her sticky yoga skin, she embraces you tightly. Her nipples noticeably protrude through her top as they plunge into your chest. Perfume tickles your nose with rose oil, mint, and vanilla, an almost forgotten scent that starts to become familiar again. It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Soeun! Wow! I almost didn’t recognize you! Look at you, all grown up and famous now! You look great!”

“What are you doing here, oppa?”

“It’s a whole story. I’ve been trying to return a notebook that Yoojung misplaced. But then Sei stole it from me and is leading me on this wild goose chase to get it back.”

Her jaw drops in disbelief. “You’re bus guy?”

You shrug. “So I guess Yoojung has been telling everyone about me, huh? What has she been saying?”

“I mean, she told us about how she lost her notebook after some crazy bus sex she had one night, but I didn’t know you were bus guy, oppa.”

She sits on the nearest yoga apparatus and you take a seat next to her. There’s just so much to catch up on; Yoojung and Sei can wait for now.

“Hey, let me ask you something,” you say, “what is it with the rest of your group members? They all wanna have sex with me for some reason. I mean, I’m not complaining, it’s just… out of the ordinary. I mean, I’m good looking, but I’m not ‘everyone-wants-to-fuck-me-on-the-spot’ good looking.”

Soeun stifles an awkward giggle. “Have you ever wondered why Weki Meki’s greeting is ‘Let’s get crazy’?” She continues, “It’s because of Yoojung unnie. She makes so many sexual advances on anything that moves, including us. And she’s not shy about it, either. She's crazy. It must’ve rubbed off on the other unnies.”

“Oh. Has Yoojung ever made a move on you?” An imaginary steamy Yoojung/Soeun X-rated romance starts to form in your head:

It’s a cold, lonely night in the dorm. The heater is broken and there’s only one blanket on the comfy couch. It’s just barely big enough for two bodies if they huddle together. Yoojung invites Soeun under the blankets to avoid freezing.

“The blanket is too small, you’ll have to sit on my lap if you wanna get warm,” the tinier Yoojung says to Soeun. She does just that, unaware Yoojung is completely naked under the covers. Soeun lets it happen anyway.

Then, the sex scene of the movie they’re watching plays. Yoojung’s too horny to not do anything about Soeun just casually sitting on her naked lap. She creeps her fingers into Soeun’s shorts, shoving them against Soeun’s clit as Soeun lets out a stifled moan that syncs with the sex scene they’re watching.

“Ugh, unnie!” Soeun yelps, ripping the blanket off their bodies. “Forget the blanket, fuck some warmth into me instead!”

You snap out of your fantasy, noticing Soeun about to answer. It’s probably for the best. The fantasy doesn’t even sound that good in your head; the story makes no sense. Perhaps Soeun has a better story to tell.

She hops off the table and continues her stretches on the floor, unaffected by your forwardness. “Of course, but I try to stay away from that; I’m not really into her in that way. She’ll ask for birthday kisses on the lips which is the most I’ll do with Yoojung unnie. She knows not to push it too far with me, but she bosses the other members around like they’re her play toys. She’s especially fond of our maknae Lucy.”

It’s refreshingly surprising to hear how open and willing she is to answer deeply personal questions, but a door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction.

“How many of my group mates have you… you know… so far...” Soeun stammers, too shy to complete a coherent question. There’s a mixed look of curiosity and shame expressed on her face as she asks. It feels weird to answer, but you return the favor of honesty.

“Uh, Yoojung, Elly, Doyeon, Suyeon, which makes… 4?” you answer.

“Oh, that’s good.” Soeun’s shoulders drop with a sharp exhalation.

“Huh? Why is that good?”

She laughs, but Soeun’s shoulders tense up again. “Sorry, force of habit. I meant...” she trails off.

A palpable awkwardness fills the room before Soeun tries to change the subject.

“Anyway, how are you, oppa? I haven’t seen you since you left to study abroad after middle school.”

Soeun continues stretching in stunned amazement, carefully listening to the countless stories of studying abroad, coming back to work in Korea, and everything in between. She seems genuinely happy to see you after having not seen you in years. 30 minutes pass before reminiscing about the days you spent in middle school together.

Soeun jumps up from her standing forward bend pose as she recalls a memory of her own, interrupting you and playfully slapping you on the arm.

“Oh my God, oppa! Do you remember, I used to have such a huge crush on you back in middle school!”

You let out a slight chuckle. “Yeah, I remember,” you say, but you let her continue the story anyway.

“There was that one mean girl who used to pick on me at school, do you remember? She tripped me in the hall one day and started calling me ugly and kept pushing me around. And then here comes the new kid, not caring about social hierarchy and standing up for the unpopular girl. I used to come eat with you every week after that.”

“Yeah, and you would always tell me, ‘Oppa! Be my boyfriend!’ and you’d grab my arm and walk with me to class.”

Soeun beams. “And do you remember what you’d always tell me when I asked you to be my boyfriend?”

“I’d say, ‘Buy me Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and I’ll think about it.’”

“Yeah! I had to look up what that was! And you knew I couldn’t get it either. They’re so hard to find in Korea. You and your Western palate.” The seat cushion sinks next to you when she sits again. Her arm grazes yours, and in that moment, Soeun’s gaze pierces your soul with deep affection. There’s a slight pause as that deep affection is tainted with a hint of sadness. “Then you left that summer to study abroad, but I secretly knew it was so you could eat all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.”

She tries to sell a fake smile to go along with the joke she used as a coping mechanism, but no one is buying it. Even after all these years, Soeun still wears her heart on her sleeve.

“Well, I’m just glad you're back,” Soeun says, her head now gently resting on your shoulder. Memories rush back when she grasps you tightly by the arm and repeats those familiar words: “Oppa! Be my boyfriend!”

The sweet honey of her command makes you feel like a middle schooler again. It’s bittersweet. It’s a good thing she’s buried deep in your shoulder: she would’ve seen the sadness on your face, and it didn't make sense for both of you to carry that burden. You’re quick to mask the pain with a smile when Soeun lifts her head out of your shoulder. There’s visible annoyance in her expression like she’s waiting for you to finish the cadence of this back-and-forth.

“Buy me Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and I’ll think about it,” you finally reply. Satisfied with your response, she returns to your inviting shoulder.

There’s nothing but silence for a few minutes, all while Soeun still grasps onto you. She’s too immersed in the meaningful moment to end it so quickly. Suddenly, she reaches for her phone. A mirror displaying a girl on a boy’s shoulder fills the entire screen in her outstretched hand. You happily smile for her photo, then snap.

“We really would make a great couple, you know.”

Nevermind that you can’t respond to Soeun’s advances. Does she really still have feelings for me after all this time?

The truth is Soeun never seemed like someone you would fall for, but the more she hung around, the more things felt like anything could be possible. She would’ve been a really great first girlfriend, no doubt. In fact, there’s some regret deep down that she wasn’t. But knowing you were leaving that summer, how could you break your own heart like that? How could you break her heart like that? Peanut butter cups were just a lame excuse to ensure neither of you got close enough to experience the candy crush heartbreak. Soeun didn’t need to know about your reciprocated feelings. It was better that way.

Soeun continues to admire the instant captured in time eternally saved on her phone before returning to living in the moment. The human blood pressure cuff grasps you tighter, and she gently whispers, “Don’t go away again.”

It's not a promise you think you can keep. Even with the blast from the past begging you to stay, your mind is still focused on Yoojung and retrieving her notebook from Sei. You can’t bring yourself to disappoint Soeun, tenderly stroking her velvety black hair in silence instead. But even without saying a word, it's definitely enough to convey your answer to Soeun.

“At least stay a while here with me, then,” she pleads.

“Okay” is the only word that leaves your lips.

It’s been quite some time since Soeun was actively doing her yoga exercises. Instead, she continues to be by your side as you reminisce about the past. In your arms, she loses track of time, but she still has a schedule to stick to. With Weki Meki’s comeback fast approaching, she can’t afford any more breaks from staying in shape. She finally unwraps from your arm.

“Help me back up on this table?”

The padded black vinyl gives way as you step onto the yoga apparatus and pull Soeun up along with you. Maybe it’s a little too much padding. She plants her left foot firmly onto the comfy table, but the padding gives way too much, and as she pulls up her right foot, the lack of stability causes her to lose balance and fall backwards.

“Ack!”

“Soeun!” Without thinking, you fall forward with her. Your left hand reaches for the back of her head while your right hand wraps around to the small of her back. It all happens so fast, but she safely lands on the cushioned table with your hands breaking her fall. She returns the favor on your own landing, her cushiony breasts softening your impact on top of her. Your lips lie just inches above hers. Maybe too much table padding was a blessing in disguise.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine, oppa.” Maybe it’s the shock of the moment or maybe the position on top of her feels nice, but your hands are still underneath Soeun. She’s not heavy enough to trap your hands underneath her. You can definitely pull them away any time, but you feel no reason to. Something about this moment feels like it might be the start of something. To pull away now would deny that momentum from rolling. Then it happens.

“My knight in shining armour!” Her head lifts off your hand, her soft lips reaching up to peck your cheek. It’s new territory. She waits for your reaction, but you’re too stunned to say anything. She fills the silence with a chuckle.

“Wh—what’s so funny, Soeun?”

“Well, you’re looking at me like you don’t know what just happened. And you’re still on top of me. So to me, there’s only one thing going through your mind right now.”

“Okay, psychic. What am I thinking about right now?”

“I can tell you want to kiss me.” Clever girl, using the moment to her advantage. Did she plan this fall all along?

Her arms wrap around your neck while her piercing eyes pine for you to kiss her. An undeniable electricity starts to build. A staring contest ensues, both of you waiting for the other to bend. She’s waited since middle school for this, what’s a couple seconds more to her?

“Do you want me to kiss you?” you ask.

Soeun plays coy, giving you a cryptic shrug. “I don’t know,” she says, but you both know the answer to your question.

The scene plays out like a movie—it’s almost disgustingly cliché. The moment seemingly slows down as you lean forward. Soeun’s eyes close. Her lips pucker and her head tilts to your right, trying to avoid an awkward moment of your noses getting in the way. Accordingly, you tilt slightly to your left.

Your eyes shut, blindly continuing to press forward until Soeun’s soft lips graze yours. Her peppermint lip balm aggressively attacks you with a tingling sensation. All that potential energy converts to kinetic energy between your lips. She pulls you in closer, making sure there’s no way you’ll leave her again. No chance of that happening this time.

In the darkness behind your eyelids, there’s nothing. No Yoojung. No Sei. No red notebook. Just the feeling of Soeun’s lips parting against yours, her tongue gently exploring your gaping maw and crossing of an item on her bucket list.

Her slippery dolphin enters the sea of void where she greets the only other dolphin in there. When they touch, a feeling of weightlessness overcomes you. You’re not in the yoga studio anymore. She grasps tightly onto you as your bodies lift up above the apparatus as one, flying up until the rest of the world is below you. The brief moment is devoid of any cares or problems—it’s just you and Soeun now.

In the passionate lock, a raging storm starts to build in your pants that pokes between Soeun’s legs. You try to shift your body weight off her so that she doesn’t feel it, but it’s too late. She gently pushes you away from the kiss.

“Sorry, Soeun.”

Soeun doesn’t respond. The feeling of a thousand needles stabs your entire body, but none more evident than the ones piercing your face, giving you a red glow in the regrettable moment. You still hover over her, too embarrassed to even move at all. But when you do finally start to pull off, she grabs onto your biceps, allowing you to hover over her.

Soeun’s hands loosen its grip on you, moving down to the hem of her crop top. She shimmies it up and over her head, revealing the sports bra underneath.

“Wait, are you sure about this, Soeun?”

Her unwavering eyes don’t even blink at the question. “Oppa, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

She pulls off her sports bra next, revealing her sweaty nipples that are already hard from the makeout session. Her hands reach for yours as she places them onto her exposed chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask. She only nods as you plunge back into her lips while caressing her breasts.

The kiss is short-lived. Soeun starts to pull off your shirt, breaking off the short lip lock to pull it over your head. Then she reaches for your belt buckle. You help Soeun by taking off your pants, your underwear the only thing on you now. Soeun pulls it off in an instant, stopping to admire the erect cock in front of her.

“Oppa!”

“What?”

“Yoojung unnie said it was big, but... I’m not sure that’ll fit in me.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

Soeun notices you struggling to pull off her yoga pants that seem to be stuck at her hips. “Sorry, these things are just so tight sometimes. Plus with all the sweating I do from yoga, it kinda just sticks onto me. It doesn’t help having a big butt either, it's a struggle getting these on and off.”

“A little conceited, aren’t we?”

She laughs. “What? I know I have a great ass. You must’ve seen it too on all my fan cams?”

“Well, first, let’s figure out how to get these pants off, and then you’re gonna show me that ass.” Based on the stolen looks you gave her when you first walked into the studio, she isn’t lying. Still, it’s a great excuse to let her show it to you unclothed of her own volition.

“You can just rip it off. Like, literally rip it off.”

“Soeun, if I rip this, you’re not gonna have anything to wear back to the dorm.”

“It’s fine, I always bring an extra pair of clothes.”

The spandex/cotton blend bunches up in your two hands at the top of her pants near her belly button. It takes all your strength, but eventually it starts to rip down until her slit is freed from the tight fabric. With enough slack now, her pants pull off with relative ease, her naked, sweaty body now lying underneath you on the yoga apparatus. She flips over on the table, keeping her promise of showing you her butt.

“See, oppa? Isn’t this a cute butt?”

The playful slap you give to her ass cheek causes it to jiggle and ripple in reaction. “Oh my God, did Yoojung tell you about the ‘cute pussy’ thing, too?”

She looks back toward you with a deadpan stare. “What cute pussy? I’m showing you my butt right now.”

“Yeah, but ‘cute’ is such a weird descriptor to use for your butt.” You stare again trying to find the proper adjective. “It’s ‘firm’. It’s ‘big’. Why would you use ‘cute’ unless you learned that from Yoojung?”

Her sweaty back firmly presses into the cushioned top of the table as she flips back around. Soeun wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in again, your lips within a finger’s length of hers.

“Oppa, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Can we stop talking about Yoojung unnie, please? She’s the last person I want to be thinking about right now.” She lifts up her head as she gives you a quick peck on the lips again before falling back down. Soeun gives you a smile before finally telling you her deepest desire: “I only want you.”

“Are you really sure this is what you want, Soeun?”

She made her decision a long time ago; there’s no going back now.

Her hand slips down to grab your stiff cock, guiding the tip to her entrance and expecting you to infer her answer from the gesture.

With Soeun beckoning you to make a move, you get lost in her gaze and find yourself transported back to the last time you saw her:

“How many stars do you think are in the sky tonight, oppa?”

It was impossible to give her an answer; there were just too many stars to count. The only stars that mattered weren’t even stars at all.

Soeun’s eyes outshined the moon that night on the apartment rooftop. They even twinkled like the stars above, raining liquid crystals that trickled down her cheeks.

There wasn’t time for small talk, not when the universe was ending. “I’m really gonna miss you, Soeun.”

“You could stay, you know.”

“You know I can’t.” Soeun’s stars started to swell to supernovas. More liquid crystals began to trickle, lamenting the end of the universe that was you and Soeun.

“If you ever come back, promise you’ll come look for me,” she said.

“Only if you promise to be waiting with some peanut butter cups.”

Soeun didn’t say anything in that moment. Instead, in the corner of your eye, Soeun’s hand shifted.

“This okay, oppa?” You were still too busy admiring Soeun’s face in the moonlight, but you could feel her fingers interlaced with yours.

Warm. Inviting. Nothing was gonna beat this feeling.

“More than okay, Soeun.”

“Let’s just stay here and watch the stars.”

“I already am,” you said, continuing to stare into Soeun’s eyes until you were transported back again to the yoga studio in the present.

You’re still staring deeply into Soeun’s eyes. You could feel her bare skin under your hands, but her fingers now twist and grab onto the vinyl cushion below her.

Warm. Inviting. Nothing could beat this feeling—your cock fully jammed into her pussy, a subconscious decision made during your reverie.

“This okay, Soeun?”

Her hands reach down to your hips. “More than okay, oppa. I always thought you’d be good, but I never imagined you’d feel this good. Keep going.”

The table creaks; Soeun’s body rocks back and forth with each exploratory thrust into her suffocating folds. You lean in again with closed eyes, heightening your other senses in the sensual moment.

There’s passion and purpose in her peppermint lips pressing against yours. It’s cool to the touch, which is a stark contrast to other points of contact with Soeun’s body. Torsos press against each other, her chest radiating heat against yours. Her heart pounds through her chest, palpitating in time with your own even as it races faster. Surely, she can feel the same thing, too. In the moment, you’re one, but then she pushes you off again, this time fully off her.

“Wait,” she explains.

“What is it, Soeun?”

She hops off the yoga apparatus. Her gentle yet sweaty hand grabs yours, pulling you with her towards the other side of the room. She stops. The unjudging mirror in front of her covers the entire wall, incapable of revealing anything but the truth to any beholder. What the mirror unveils is a naked woman, confident of every curve on her glistening body, pure and free of any imperfections. But the woman in the mirror isn’t admiring her own body. Instead, her eyes are fixated on the man behind her. Separately, both vulnerable, lacking meaning, lacking purpose before today. Together, in this moment, their existences intertwine again after being brief tangents in a past life. What’s left in the mirror is a happy would-be couple, two once-empty halves finally complete again.

From behind, you wrap your arms around Soeun’s toned stomach, your cock sandwiched in between the tight hug, pressed up against her ass. Your lips start to playfully caress her salty shoulder. Soeun wriggles in your grasp, squirming in the trail of ticklish kisses slowly traveling up her neck. She giggles when you nibble at her earlobe too, attempting to repel your naughty lips. But when you finally make contact with her cheek for a quick peck, Soeun instead leans into it, feeling the squish exerted on her rosy cheek.

“Why are we standing in front of the mirror, Soeun?”

She tilts forward, pressing her hands against the mirror. Soeun’s ass swells when she bends down with spread legs.

“I want to be able to see your face and body when we do it, and I want you to see my face so you know just how much I enjoy it.” Her gaze then meets yours in the mirror. “Stick it in me.”

You give no resistance to her command, grabbing hold of her hips and pushing forward into her. In return, she offers very little resistance as her sweet pussy lips easily part at the first sign of your tip attempting to penetrate her again.

Her face contorts every which way, conveying almost every emotion as she watches you thrust into her from behind. A bite of her lip like she’s holding in a long-kept secret. Then a wince on the first full plunge. Every subsequent thrust after that helps her familiarize the way your cock fits into her tight space. With more intimacy, she gets used to it. Her winces, visible through her expressions in the mirror, melt away. Her face only oscillates between two different emotions now: a trembling, aroused jaw when she admires herself getting pounded, and a flash of her thankful smile when she’s looking at you through the mirror.

The image of Soeun’s beautiful body being fucked only heightens your arousal in the moment, and you begin to increase your pace. Each thrust is silky smooth, her pussy now seemingly tailor-made for you. Her supple breasts, dangling freely at the mercy of gravity, sway with each ram. Soeun intently watches her helpless breasts clap against each other, a sight that visibly turns her on.

“Oppa, grab onto my breasts.”

You do as you’re told, temporarily suppressing Soeun’s wild applause. Her breasts still continue to sway in your greedy hands, and as you thrust faster, the clapping sound fills the yoga studio again. This time, however, it’s from the sound of your crotch violently striking her ass with each thrust.

“Oppa!”

Soeun’s body shuts down to her impending orgasm. Her eyes close for the first time in the presence of the mirror, lips locking into an oval as she tilts her head up. Her thighs harden when they knock against your own thighs. Her knees tremble, almost unable to hold her up. But then her elbows lock into place, her arms supporting herself up against the mirror even through unreliable legs. The feeling overwhelms her, but you watch as she lets herself succumb to her orgasm.

Her eyes open again, fixating on her pussy in the mirror and admiring her bodily fluids dripping down her inner thigh. Then she meets your gaze and gives another thankful smile for making her the happiest girl in the room. The only thought now is returning the favor and making you the happiest guy in the room, not that you aren’t already.

“Cum in me, oppa.”

“Are you sure, Soeun?”

“Come on, we were both thinking about this the second you walked into the yoga studio. It’s the least I can do after you made me cum; now it’s your turn.”

Her gaze doesn’t leave yours in the mirror as you continue thrusting. A foggy outline in the shape of her hand smudges the mirror when she lifts one of her hands off the surface. She runs it down her chest, briefly pinching her aroused nipple and cupping her swaying breast. It doesn’t stay there long—her hand slips further down her stomach before gently rubbing against her sensitive clit.

“Right in here, oppa. Cum.”

It doesn’t take much longer with Soeun instructing you. A few more thrusts, and your muscles tense up. Legs, unable to move, sit flush against the back of her sweaty legs, your cock fully inside her. Knowing you’re close from the lack of thrusting, she uses her hand to squeeze you.

“Ugh, Soeun!”

Your legs tremble in the orgasmic moment. Soeun’s tight grasp squeezes out every drop of cum into her body. Spurt after spurt fills her up. She finally lets go of you when she doesn’t feel any new warmth tickling her insides.

Cum drips onto the floor as you pull out. Soeun stands upright, her legs still slightly parted, cum continuing to ruin the tile. Soeun’s fingers spread her outer lips, tapping against the sticky fluid that fills her. Despite being a forced observer to the sin, the mirror in front of her still can’t tell a lie. This time, the mirror gives away her satisfaction with the deed.

“I can’t believe we just did that, oppa,” she says as you hand her a wet wipe. “You were amazing.”

“We should do that again some time,” you reply with a smile.

“I’d like that.” Soeun tosses the used wipe away and digs through her gym bag for her extra pair of clothes. She starts to get dressed before you interrupt her.

“Would you mind tossing me my clothes, Soeun?” Soeun slips on a pair of shorts and pulls an oversized shirt over her head before reaching down for your clothes and handing it to you.

It’s a struggle to put your shirt back on. Cotton temporarily blinds your vision as you try to find the right hole to poke your head through. When you finally escape the prison of your shirt, Soeun is standing in front of you with a piece of paper in her hands. The distinct blue ink bleeds through the other side. It must’ve fallen out of your shirt pocket in the chaos of getting dressed.

You can’t help but blurt out an explanation. “Oh, that’s the letter that Sei left me when she took the red notebook.”

Her eyes trudge through the letter, each word a piece of an intricate puzzle she’s trying to solve. Her brows furrow the further she progresses. Through her squinting, Soeun’s eyes pick up speed, travelling left to right, resetting again with each new line like a typewriter until she reaches the bottom of the note. When she flips the letter over to see the three addresses written there, her eyes become big again, and she lets out one word: “Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean ‘oh’? Is that bad?”

Her chest deflates from expelling carbon dioxide into a sigh of bad news. Or is it? Soeun still hasn’t said anything. She stares off blankly into the sheet of paper in her hands. No explanation and no indication of what that ‘oh’ really means.

“Everything okay? Say something, Soeun.”

Suddenly, her face lights up and she pins her finger to the middle of the page. “Oppa, Sei’s going to be at this address.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I know her schedule. We’re all off today and that’s where she likes to spend her free time. She’ll be there. Trust me.” The giant white leaf shakes in her trembling hand as she tries to give the letter back to you. The distraught in Soeun’s eyes fail to hide behind her smiling facade.

“Thanks, Soeun.”

“Anything for Mr. Peanut Butter Cups.” Her smile almost crumbles mid-sentence, but she keeps it together just enough to make it through. Still, there is nothing but sorrow in her words.

“I guess I should get going. I don’t know how long Sei will be there.” A loaded statement. If there ever was a time for Soeun to speak up, the time would be now. But the fact she can’t look you in the eyes tells you all you need to know. What once was a room filled with reminiscence and laughter has deadened to deafening silence. In the hesitation, empires fall. Stars die. The universe starts anew. But Soeun still remains frozen in time. Only by turning to leave does she finally awaken from her stunned state.

A/N: [OPTIONAL] Please press play on this track while reading until the end to set the mood for this final scene.

“Oppa, wait!” Soeun’s clammy hand desperately reaches out for yours as a final plea. She manages to catch the tip of your pinky that almost slips out of her slippery grasp. But her other hand reaches out as well, Soeun now properly pulling you back and preventing you from leaving.

“There’s something I need to tell you, oppa.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t...”

Behind the thin film of salty liquid in front of Soeun’s eyes, there’s desperation. Desperate to find the right melody, the right chord progression that could make this all go away. She hasn’t quite found the right words yet. Even if she did, her quivering lips would struggle to convey her words articulately. In the prolonged silence, your inner monologue screams out in desperation. Desperate not because you’re looking for the harmony that would complete Soeun’s melody, but because you already know the lyrics to Soeun’s song. Your song. And if only she can somehow telepathically receive those words, maybe she’d sing the song the both of you would love to hear: “Tell me ‘Don’t go’. Tell me to forget about this chase for Yoojung. Just say the word and I’ll stay.”

She balks. Her lips part to let out a sigh. Her eyes suddenly avoid contact with yours, instead looking up toward the ceiling attempting to fight back the aquarium that’s slowly about to overflow past the brims of her eyelids.

“Don’t what?” you ask.

Another eternity passes. She still hasn’t managed to look back at you after all this time, but she does eventually find the words to say. One deep inhale followed by four words is all it takes to finish her thought.

“Nevermind. You should go.” Those four little words, without context, means so little. Yet strung together in this moment, it’s the missile launch codes that destroy any hope and warmth still left in the yoga studio.

Happiness was never an option, it seems.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask. It’s the third time asking her this exact same question. On the previous two times, she was certain. Third time’s the charm; hopefully this is the one time she isn’t sure at all. It would be words of hope that could end the heartbreak warfare, but alas, there’s no joy in Seoul.

The warmth that her arms radiate around your neck disappears. A chasm as wide as the Pacific Ocean separates you now. The sweet smell of her perfume slaps you in the face as her hair whips around. Her steps as heavy as your heart press against the tile on her way to the window, a universe away. Notes of rose oil, mint, and vanilla subside to just a memory. The once-fortified glass at the aquarium of her eyes can’t seem to handle the sudden volume of liquid pushing its way out. It isn’t visible with Soeun’s back still facing you, but the window sill was definitely dry just a second ago. A Soeun sniffle only further supports the foregone conclusion.

“I’m sure. You should go get that notebook from Sei and find Yoojung. It’d be a waste after coming this far for her.” A lie. Her words don’t match the tremble in her voice. Soeun isn’t one to be selfish for her own happiness.

“I can stay.”

“It’s okay. Please close the door on your way out.” Your legs plant firmly into the position you’ve been holding since she kissed you. There’s still a small sense of optimism you hold onto, expecting her to turn around and change her mind. There’s only another sniffle as she continues to look out the window. The longer you wait, the more your optimism disappears until finally, there isn’t any left. Like a genie, you grant Soeun her wish without question, gently closing the door behind you as you slog down the stairs.

Outside, the skies have considerably darkened into a grey gloom, which, given what just transpired, seems like fitting weather for the occasion. A taxi stops in front of you at the command of your outstretched hand. The older gentleman drives off after inputting the given address into his GPS.

He tries to start a conversation. “Crazy weather, huh? It was so sunny a minute ago, now everything just looks so sad.”

The taxi passes the part of the business center where the yoga studio is located. You look up towards the third floor: Soeun is still standing at the window watching your taxi zoom off to its next destination.

“Yeah, everything does look sad,” you reply to the driver.

Above, the clouds have managed to hold back a potential flood, but Soeun’s eyes can’t say the same.

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